about the fleeting moments in our days, and in our lives. The quiet, precious moments between the ones we love. A hummingbird in the backyard, among the blossoms. Chalk art on the sidewalk, with broken bits of colorful chalk left there, by the kids in the neighborhood. Or perhaps a glimpse into a rare occasion.
There are some birds here that we rarely see, and when we do it’s only a fleeting glimpse in the trees. I’ve seen them in the woods behind my neighbor’s house. She says they never sing, never make any sound whatsoever. Yesterday these birds were on a tree next to our backyard, and stayed long enough for Joel to grab the camera and get a few photos.
I don’t know what they are. A careful search through my two bird books didn’t give me a clue either. They are fairly large and usually found in a small group. When they fly they are dark brown but with a stripe of light beige along the end of their long tails. In these photos it appears that their bellies are also a lighter brown. Usually we only catch a glimpse of their dark shapes in the trees as they silently fly off, so it was exciting to be able to catch them in these photos.