Some of the good local whimbrels, in May. It’s no grand skyline here in T.O., but hoo boy, those whimbrels don’t worry about architectural aesthetics so probably neither should I!
Yes yes, we see mallards everywhere and by now I’ll bet they bore you worse than geese or pigeons, but if you saw one today for the first time, you would be astonished by that marvelous greentop, you’d be singing devotional duck songs all the way home!
And finally, an early migrant from early Springtime! The most common of warblers, yes yes, but if you’ve given up on the common birds then you’ve given up on life and love and education and you might as well get yourself a spoon and bucket of worms and tell yourself “This is the only dinner I deserve”. Please remember every day: the common birds have the most to teach us, as long as we let ourselves learn from them!
I know the Latin names of only two birds, and the Eastern Kingbird is one of them: TYRANNUS TYRANNUS. It’s just the same word twice, which allows for easy remembering, and whenever I see one I exclaim “Well, it looks like there’s a double T around here” but afterwards I always feel foolish and slump into morbid self-chastisement. NO MORE! I’m allowed to have fun, life is probably short, and anyhow who’s going to stop me? Onward, ghosty!
I hope my eyes will always be enamored of a tyrant flycatcher perching among the barbs and ensconced in the good colorful geometries. Someday I hope to know a bucolic life, but for now I make the best of things in scenic T.O.