Not the Pert Fellow of the title~I'm a femaleA city girl born and bred~it wasn't until my family moved to Florida that I really noticed birds. It was 8F when we flew from St. Louis and 70F when we landed in Tampa. To a child that's a magical journey like no other.
|In the GOBN|
So deeply was that moment imprinted in my memory, that when the light is just right and the temperatures are just so, a cardinal's song, can transport me to that magical moment when I first noticed the fat red bird in the orange tree.
He's a pert little fellow with a jaunty crest, dark eyes, mouse gray feathering and a touch of rust under his wings. He's a permanent resident of any garden he moves into~
here and here for Hedge's story) I've met even more delightful birds~the Rufous Sided Towhee, the Pileated woodpecker, Juncoes, Pine Siskins, White Breasted Nuthatches, Eastern Bluebirds, Carolina Wrens, Rose Breasted Grosbeaks, all the finches gold or purple, Red-bellied and Downy Woodpeckers, sparrows, and even a pair of owls that hunt in the garden at night. But, my heart still belongs to
That pert little fellow, the Tufted Titmouse.
Isn't he adorable!
This post was written by Gail Eichelberger for my blog Clay and Limestone, Copyright 2011. If you are reading this on another blog, it's been stolen, Please contact me for permission to copy, reproduce, scrape, etc.