I saw flashes of him several times. But never when I was outside with the camera. I knew he would soon be joined by others but their time among us would be brief. So I spent quite a bit of time hoping for a photograph. Of one of my favorite migrants, the Rose-breasted Grosbeak. The males come first and stay a week or so and then the females join them for a few days. The males travel on their southward journey and we enjoy the females for another week or so. They stay in our area to rest and refuel for the remainder of their journey to Central America or South America.
The Rose-breasted Grosbeak is about the size of an American Robin. In spring they have a song similar to the robin, only more beautiful. As if a robin took singing lessons. The grosbeaks do not nest here and we are treated to them only during the spring and fall migrations.
Finally. I'm there with my camera and the bird appears. The bird I've been looking for.
Getting a drink from the bird bath.
Oh, you are gorgeous. I do wish you would turn around.
The bird turns around and sees me. He is not at all sure if he will stay in my presence.
You talking to me?
Oh, yes. You are almost as pretty as you are in spring.
Thank you for visiting us.
I sometimes feel a bit guilty photographing birds who clearly notice me. This one did not take another drink after he saw me. He quickly decided he was too uncomfortable to stay and off he flew. When he did I moved away so he could come back for a snack and a drink.
We will enjoy these bright male Rose-breasted Grosbeaks and will be a bit sad when we see the first of the migrating females. That will mean the days of seeing this beautiful rosy breast will soon end. But there will be other days and other new birds.
I won't even turn on the television during the day. I'll be outdoors. The beautiful news of the migration outside is a wonderful diversion from the frightening reality series of politics.