I could imagine storybook emperors trading their gold and jewels for a bird as dazzling as a male Wood Duck.
Claiming I knew the song of a male Indigo Bunting, I confidently led Bill Holm to a Goldfinch.
No eagles or pterodactyls could have made a stronger impact than a pair of Redheaded Woodpeckers defending their nest.
(Photo by Darlene Friedman)
I had no trouble learning the "mew" call of the Gray Catbird.
The Tufted Titmouse is a genius at infinitely varying its two-note repertoire.
Carla, maybe Marla, maybe Darla... I didn't seem to know.
The Eastern Towhee was once one of the most abundant birds in Michigan.
Nayanquing Point, home of the easily-seen Yellow-headed Blackbird, which Linda and I easily missed seeing.
Indistinct photo of a distant Yellow-headed Blackbird from a later Nayanquing trip.
Eastern Kingbirds dogged our steps at Nayanquing Point like security guards.
A Rufous Hummingbird from the Pacific Northwest unexpectedly showed up near Battle Creek.
(Photo by Allen Chartier, author of A Birder’s Guide to Michigan)