Today’s new bird is not new to me, but this is the first sighting of the season.
I just had time to point the camera and shoot, but he was on his way.
Mr. Rose-Breasted Grosbeak.

UPDATE:
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No sooner did I post, but he came back.


Today’s new bird is not new to me, but this is the first sighting of the season.
I just had time to point the camera and shoot, but he was on his way.
Mr. Rose-Breasted Grosbeak.

UPDATE:
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No sooner did I post, but he came back.


“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z

Hi Father! I couldn’t get the chat function to work on Radio Sabina, alas…maybe ‘cos I am not on Twitter. But I love the hummingbird on her nest and I will watch for the grosbeak!
By the way, I don’t know why, but I’m not getting any sound on Radio Sabina either… Sigh.
Thanks for accepting me as a poster!
“Mashenka”
Mashenka: That Hummingbird Cam is somewhere else. I am just cohosting it.
Oh… no wonder! I get it when I click on Radio Sabina, though. Sorry!
“Mashenka”
That last picture is just DYING for a comic caption
The gorgeous colors! No artist could duplicate what God does.
Oh, what a handsome bird he is. Gorgeous. Thanks for sharing your bird photos, Father.
He is a Glorious Grosbeak!
Now, finally getting the sound and praying the 4th Sorrowful mystery with you, plus admiring the hummingbird, and also the Glorious Grosbeak, laudo Dominum nostrum!
Audubon Warblers in my yard today–both male and female.
Father, you share a love for birds with my favorite priest-poet, Gerard Manly Hopkins:
“The Windhover
To Christ our Lord
I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, 5
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion 1
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.” (poems, 1918)
Of course, Christ also refers to birds in the Scriptures.
Yes-that last picture deserves a caption!
Great closeups, Father Z!
‘All feathered fowls, praise the Lord!”
Maltese-what a great poem by Hopkins!