Loved these! For awhile, there were 3 red tailed hawks that flew around outside our window and my husband and I were so excited! They hung around for about a week, swooping and sailing with each other. Then they were gone. No pics, just a memory.
You sounded resolute and experty. I was quivering in my boots. Well not boots,
maybe, just shoes. Now, back to my memory of 45 redtailed hawks standing on the outer lédge of my window playing WIND BENEATH MY WINGS with their wings and singing ín that way they do.
I find myself tuning in to my Merlin Bird App to identify birds as I walk. This bird-identifying journey began about three years ago and now I am obsessed. It has roots in my childhood. My dad could not only identify birds but knew the calls of so many that he could whistle their tunes.
Honestly, I see this as one of the great gifts of aging - time to appreciate the details which went unnoticed earlier in life.
Loved these! For awhile, there were 3 red tailed hawks that flew around outside our window and my husband and I were so excited! They hung around for about a week, swooping and sailing with each other. Then they were gone. No pics, just a memory.
Didn’t happen.
It ḍid tho. When we saw them we knew they were hawks, but not what kind.
I described them to a friend, who was a dedicated bird watcher and she told me they were red tailed Hawks.
Besides the fact that it was very unusual, why do you say that it didn't happen?
I’m just playing.
You sounded resolute and experty. I was quivering in my boots. Well not boots,
maybe, just shoes. Now, back to my memory of 45 redtailed hawks standing on the outer lédge of my window playing WIND BENEATH MY WINGS with their wings and singing ín that way they do.
🤣
You’ve reached the bird watching years huh? Hahha
Shhh
I find myself tuning in to my Merlin Bird App to identify birds as I walk. This bird-identifying journey began about three years ago and now I am obsessed. It has roots in my childhood. My dad could not only identify birds but knew the calls of so many that he could whistle their tunes.
Honestly, I see this as one of the great gifts of aging - time to appreciate the details which went unnoticed earlier in life.
And here I thought I was an enigma - drifting from travel and urban street photography to suddenly becoming a birder. Love it!