Saturday, January 02, 2010
We have some unusually beautiful purple finches this year and they are so busy darting about at the feeders that they are hard to capture with my camera. I was sitting on the edge of the steps freezing my 'arse' off and actually wearing gloves waiting for a good shot of their rosy breasts while trying to feel the camera button. While being patiently frozen, I saw this fellow out of the corner of my eye fly into a nearby tree just behind me. I knew if I was lucky I would be able to get a good photo! And I do think Hilary is correct in calling him a sharp-shinned hawk. In the first photo he appears to be checking his manicure or seeing if his claw is sharp enough for an attempt at dinner.
Some days my back yard is more exciting than any city intersection.