Such a cuty. My best memory of a White-Throated Sparrow was during my second hike of the Appalachian Trail. I was up on some ledges in Northern Maine, late May. The big guy was perched on the top of a bush yet to bloom. I looked at him from about 10 feet away. He puffed out his chest, tilted his head back and shouted as loud as he could, “Poor Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody.” A wonderful moment treasured forever.
Only a person that is deeply involved with birds would immediately understand what you felt in that occasion. Birds, can many times impress you with their behavior or lovely disposition.
Thank you very much for sharing Judy! 🙂
Such a cuty. My best memory of a White-Throated Sparrow was during my second hike of the Appalachian Trail. I was up on some ledges in Northern Maine, late May. The big guy was perched on the top of a bush yet to bloom. I looked at him from about 10 feet away. He puffed out his chest, tilted his head back and shouted as loud as he could, “Poor Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody.” A wonderful moment treasured forever.
Only a person that is deeply involved with birds would immediately understand what you felt in that occasion. Birds, can many times impress you with their behavior or lovely disposition.
Thank you very much for sharing Judy! 🙂