Although I wrote into my schedule for Saturdays “blog”, in hopes that I will do so at least once a week, most of the weekend has been lost to migraines. Nonetheless, God was so kind as to drop a blog post into my lap–or rather, into my front yard, which, inasmuch as my house is like a large version of me, is more or less my lap.
For a couple of hours yesterday, this little guy ran around the yard hunting grasshoppers:
Here’s a view of his distinctive breast:
Although I can’t be sure, it seems to me to be some kind of snipe. At least, that’s what I arrived at by looking through Sibley’s Guide to get the general kind of bird and then watching the video “Better Bird Watching in Wyoming and Colorado” until something came up like our front yard guest. Anyone else have an opinion?
Our bird feeder out back has finally attracted a good crowd, but they are all little seed-eaters. This fellow stood out right away as a runner rather than a flitter and as a hunter rather than a gatherer.