The above images of a Great Blue Heron and a tiny Verdin were taken at Indian School Park in Scottsdale where I had hoped to find a rarity reported there, a Magnolia Warbler, but did not. I actually do think I caught a fleeting glimpse of it from underneath but not enough to be sure so it will not be added to my life list. It was miserably hot so I sat in my car hoping someone else would come along and help me find it but no one did.
A few days later, it was slightly cooler in the morning so I met a friend while socially distanced at another park, Scottsdale Rotary Park. We sat and talked for a couple hours and I really only got these photos of a Say’s Phoebe:
As it warmed up, I stopped at one of my favorite parks, Scottsdale Xeriscape Garden, where I have found some lovely birds in the past. I didn’t stay too long because of the miserable heat we are still experiencing here in the Phoenix area but here are a few shots;
Like everyone else here, I can’t wait until it’s cool and I can at least go out to parks amidst this stupid pandemic…maybe next week.
Meanwhile, back at home, here are a few shots of doves, not my favorite birds although the little Inca Doves (first 2 shots) are sweet:
And I thought this dove looked slightly angelic:
Also seen flying around the Phoenix area:
Beautiful photos! I’d be happy to see some slightly cooler weather too!
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Beautiful picture of the heron, Candace. We lost our lovebird this year, too. He was 24. Do you see them in the wild in Arizona?
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Oh, I’m sorry, Donna. Yes, those particular lovebirds are feral and plentiful here. They’ve been around since the 80s, I believe. Always fun to see them, they’re chatty!
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Ours was a one person bird. He’d been my mother’s, but I picked him out for her and bought him when he was just a baby. When she died after having him for nine years. I brought him to my house, and I had him for fifteen years. He couldn’t come out of his cage because of my cats, but I used to put my hand inside his cage. He’d climb inside my hand, and I’d hold him and talk to him. I don’t know if he remembered me or if it was because I sound like my mom but he was my bird. He didn’t like anyone else. He tried to bite my husband and sons! I miss him. He was a cute little guy.
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OH my!! I just wrote an entire post about seeing halos in artworks, and here I come to your blog candace and see how you captured this stunning Eurasian collared-dove, and added a halo!! Fantastic! Hope you and yours are weathering the pandemic ok and as always, I enjoy your posts. 🙂
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Thank you, Patricia. I just read your lovely blogpost on halos. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe.
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