After rising early Sunday morning and watching the cranes, I turned my attention to the edge of the clearing. A small bird fluttered among the branches, and I tried to locate it to get a shot.
It proved quite adept at hiding.
Peek-a-boo!
After a while I gave up, and took a walk down the mowed path. Back in the shade of the trees I came across a young American robin, feasting on a bug.
He watched me carefully.
To my left I noticed movement. Right on the edge of the trail was a bird similar to the one I had been watching earlier. By the time I got my camera around it took off. But at least I'd gotten a good look at it, and was fairly certain what it was. I just needed that last piece of evidence.....
Ah, there we go, a Ruby-crowned kinglet. I have only seen this bird at my place once, so this was a special treat.
There were several of these tiny puff balls moving through the autumn olive, picking off bugs. This one stopped and posed for me.
Just as I was getting ready to head down the path, another alighted before me. Always save the best for last, I say.If you want to know more about kinglets, read Bernd Heinrich's Winter World, a wonderful book about how animals, including the kinglet, survive northern New England's often bitter winters.
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