The crisp, whistling, unmistakable call of a Northern Bobwhite is thrilling to hear. To witness one running next to a fence line is nothing but luck.
This plump, short-tailed, well-camouflaged ground dweller stopped momentarily and was never seen again after he took a few steps in cover.
A "Greenie" (Green Heron) was hanging around.
This Painted Bunting was checking things out. I'm not certain if this is an immature male or female but regardless it was neat to see one.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
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