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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Five Minutes at Wild Bird Rescue

When I visit the Wild Bird Rescue Center, I walk through their door expectant of what species of birds I will see. I've reached the point at which I dare not go there without my camera. Here is today's crop of pictures.
Cedar Waxwings.

Mallards. 

Harris' Sparrow at the bird feeder outside BirdManBob's office window.

An immature White-crowned Sparrow. 

I noticed the male White-crowned Sparrows seemed less territorial than the females.

Junco. 

In late winter, when birds are transitioning from immature to adults, they seem hard to identify. I'll send this picture to Penny and ask her about this bird. 
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  1. UnknownMarch 16, 2010 at 9:27 PM

    I like the angle...the bird and the branch tips are pointing upwards...very nice flow.

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