17 March 2019

16 March 2019


I’m not really a birder, not an authentic bird watcher. The binoculars mostly stay in their case. I see birds with the naked eye when I’m gardening. Our windows have no curtains; probably why so many feather critters crash into them.

No authority on breeds or types; I’m not even a member of the local bird society. I flirted with the idea of becoming a proper twitcher when I passed a dam on the dirt road to town years ago.
Google image of some serious bird enthusiasts.