Eric Gofreed
Well-Known Member
It’s Winged Wednesday—where feathers, flutters, and flight steal the show. As always, anything with wings is fair game.
This week, I’m seeing red—but in the best places.
I’m featuring birds that wear it boldly, subtly, or somewhere in between.
Some have Red in the name. Others flash it on the crown, the chest, the wings, or just where the light catches right.
If it glows, streaks, flares, or flickers red—it's in. (And if it doesn’t? I still want to see it. The theme’s a guide, not a gate.)
Next week? Maybe pink. Possibly stripes. Maybe “Birds That Don’t Read Field Guides.”
Heck, I might run red again. There’s plenty left: Phainopepla’s eyes. Woodpecker crests. Spoonbill shoulders. Cinnamon Teal. Phalaropes.
Summer Tanagers. And about 50 others waiting their turn.
Leave a comment if you’ve got a theme idea!
Thanks for visiting, and thanks for playing Winged Wednesday!
Painted Redstart:
Wears red like it means it. Bounces along branches flashing its tail like a traffic signal.
Elegant. Nervous. Dressed like a cardinal who drinks espresso.
Broad-billed Hummingbird
Red bill, black tip, and an attitude that says “back off.” That beak isn’t just for sipping—it's for swordplay.
Who knew elegance came with a blade?
Red-naped Sapsucker
With a name like that, you'd expect drama—and you’d be right.
This bird drills precise rows of sap wells and defends them like someone guarding a maple syrup stash.
The red nape isn’t huge, but it’s loud enough to say: “I bite trees professionally.”
Red-necked Tanager
A living contradiction: its name says red, but it’s practically a walking color wheel.
That red neck may be the label, but the rest is electric blue, neon green, and a touch of “how is this real?”
If someone spilled tropical punch on a gemstone, it might look like this.
Red-tailed Hawk
The red is on the tail, but only if you're lucky enough to see it in the right light, from the right angle, after a cooperative spin.
Otherwise, it’s a big brown blur with a scream that’s been overdubbed onto every eagle in Hollywood.
Epilogue:
From crown to chest to bills and tails, red shows up loud and proud.
It warns, woos, bluffs, and blazes.
It’s not always the dominant color—but when it’s there, it dares you to look away.
Thanks for flying along with the scarlet squad this week—next time, who knows what color will take the sky?
This week, I’m seeing red—but in the best places.
I’m featuring birds that wear it boldly, subtly, or somewhere in between.
Some have Red in the name. Others flash it on the crown, the chest, the wings, or just where the light catches right.
If it glows, streaks, flares, or flickers red—it's in. (And if it doesn’t? I still want to see it. The theme’s a guide, not a gate.)
Next week? Maybe pink. Possibly stripes. Maybe “Birds That Don’t Read Field Guides.”
Heck, I might run red again. There’s plenty left: Phainopepla’s eyes. Woodpecker crests. Spoonbill shoulders. Cinnamon Teal. Phalaropes.
Summer Tanagers. And about 50 others waiting their turn.
Leave a comment if you’ve got a theme idea!
Thanks for visiting, and thanks for playing Winged Wednesday!
Painted Redstart:
Wears red like it means it. Bounces along branches flashing its tail like a traffic signal.
Elegant. Nervous. Dressed like a cardinal who drinks espresso.
Broad-billed Hummingbird
Red bill, black tip, and an attitude that says “back off.” That beak isn’t just for sipping—it's for swordplay.
Who knew elegance came with a blade?
Red-naped Sapsucker
With a name like that, you'd expect drama—and you’d be right.
This bird drills precise rows of sap wells and defends them like someone guarding a maple syrup stash.
The red nape isn’t huge, but it’s loud enough to say: “I bite trees professionally.”
Red-necked Tanager
A living contradiction: its name says red, but it’s practically a walking color wheel.
That red neck may be the label, but the rest is electric blue, neon green, and a touch of “how is this real?”
If someone spilled tropical punch on a gemstone, it might look like this.
Red-tailed Hawk
The red is on the tail, but only if you're lucky enough to see it in the right light, from the right angle, after a cooperative spin.
Otherwise, it’s a big brown blur with a scream that’s been overdubbed onto every eagle in Hollywood.
Epilogue:
From crown to chest to bills and tails, red shows up loud and proud.
It warns, woos, bluffs, and blazes.
It’s not always the dominant color—but when it’s there, it dares you to look away.
Thanks for flying along with the scarlet squad this week—next time, who knows what color will take the sky?
