(Disclamer: don’t watch the following video if you have Ornithophobia.)
Back in the beginning of time, before we moved to this farm, Rick and I spent a couple weeks in San Blas, Nayarit, Mexico. One morning, sitting in the center of town we heard a beautiful trill and chatter coming from the trees. There was a flock of “tropical birds” singing a crazy song. Looking up into the trees we could see the birds, they were medium sized many of them had shiny black bodies and bright yellow heads. We were wowed, it seemed so idyllic sitting there in paradise, the sun was out, the birds were singing.
Then one day after we moved to Qullisascut we were outside and heard the same tropical trilling song and realized what we had thought were “tropical Birds” were Yellow Headed Black birds. Here in North Eastern Washington state, we have their black bird cousins, some with red strips on their wings, some all black, and sometimes a visiting yellow headed pair adds to the mix.
Yesterday when I went out it felt like spring in the air, the sun was out, blue skies, mud between the bits of snow and these birds making a bunch of noise. Seems like Paradise.