Eric Gofreed
Well-Known Member
It’s Winged Wednesday, where feathers, flutters, and flight steal the show! Whether it chirps, buzzes, glides, or hovers—if it takes to the air, it belongs here.
This week, I’m sharing a few photos straight from my own backyard. Yesterday’s weather served up thundershowers and drama, but between the bursts of rain and thunder, the light softened, the birds emerged—and I managed to grab a fourdecent shots. I am looking forward to seeing what’s flying through your corner of the world this week.
Thanks for visiting, and thanks for playing Winged Wednesday!
Steller’s Jay
A first for the yard! I spotted one a few weeks ago but never with a camera in hand. Even today, he showed up early, scoped out my blind, and vanished right after I snapped a few shots. Usually found even higher up in the Ponderosa forests of Oak Creek Canyon, he may have dropped in due to a poor cone crop this year. At 4,300 feet, I’m not exactly lowland—but it still felt like a surprise cameo from a high-elevation guest star.
Crissal Thrasher
This desert skulker doesn’t usually strut—but this one sauntered right past the blind like he had an appointment. I tend to see them more often in winter, so this was a welcome surprise. Long tail, long bill, long odds of getting a clean shot… but not today.
White-crowned Sparrow
Caught mid-scamper, like he was late for a very important weed seed. These sleek little winter visitors may look regal, but on the ground, they hustle like they’ve got errands to run.
Ladder-backed Woodpeckers
One in, one out—like clockwork. The male swooped in just as the female startled and launched off, perfectly unsynchronized. These daily visitors rarely pose together, so catching them in this airborne handoff felt like a fleeting duet of woodpecker choreography.
Woodhouse’s Scrub-Jay
He launched like a blue firework, wings and tail flared to max flair. His beak and crop were stuffed with sunflower seeds—proof that brunch was successful and he had no intention of sharing.
Epilogue: If You Feed Them, They Will Come
From mountain cameos to semi-arid chaparral regulars, the birds didn’t just arrive—they performed.
A strutting thrasher, acrobatic woodpeckers, a sunflower-hoarding scrub-jay… all reminding me that even between thunderstorms, a few well-placed feeders and a patch of patience can turn a backyard into a stage.
Thanks for stopping by—and for playing Winged Wednesday.
This week, I’m sharing a few photos straight from my own backyard. Yesterday’s weather served up thundershowers and drama, but between the bursts of rain and thunder, the light softened, the birds emerged—and I managed to grab a fourdecent shots. I am looking forward to seeing what’s flying through your corner of the world this week.
Thanks for visiting, and thanks for playing Winged Wednesday!
Steller’s Jay
A first for the yard! I spotted one a few weeks ago but never with a camera in hand. Even today, he showed up early, scoped out my blind, and vanished right after I snapped a few shots. Usually found even higher up in the Ponderosa forests of Oak Creek Canyon, he may have dropped in due to a poor cone crop this year. At 4,300 feet, I’m not exactly lowland—but it still felt like a surprise cameo from a high-elevation guest star.
Crissal Thrasher
This desert skulker doesn’t usually strut—but this one sauntered right past the blind like he had an appointment. I tend to see them more often in winter, so this was a welcome surprise. Long tail, long bill, long odds of getting a clean shot… but not today.
White-crowned Sparrow
Caught mid-scamper, like he was late for a very important weed seed. These sleek little winter visitors may look regal, but on the ground, they hustle like they’ve got errands to run.
Ladder-backed Woodpeckers
One in, one out—like clockwork. The male swooped in just as the female startled and launched off, perfectly unsynchronized. These daily visitors rarely pose together, so catching them in this airborne handoff felt like a fleeting duet of woodpecker choreography.
Woodhouse’s Scrub-Jay
He launched like a blue firework, wings and tail flared to max flair. His beak and crop were stuffed with sunflower seeds—proof that brunch was successful and he had no intention of sharing.
Epilogue: If You Feed Them, They Will Come
From mountain cameos to semi-arid chaparral regulars, the birds didn’t just arrive—they performed.
A strutting thrasher, acrobatic woodpeckers, a sunflower-hoarding scrub-jay… all reminding me that even between thunderstorms, a few well-placed feeders and a patch of patience can turn a backyard into a stage.
Thanks for stopping by—and for playing Winged Wednesday.
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