Sometimes I really miss living in New York City. But then sometimes, this happens:
Male Hooded Oriole, in my backyard!
I was talking to my wife when I rounded a corner, saw this little beauty out the window, and pretty much forgot everything else in the universe. Fortunately, my wife is not prone to jealousy.
As if he weren't stunning enough on his own, pretty soon he found his way into some purple flowers. I was shooting through window glass, and I suck at photos, but you get the idea.
As if he weren't stunning enough on his own, pretty soon he found his way into some purple flowers. I was shooting through window glass, and I suck at photos, but you get the idea.
I mean come on.
There was a female around too, which was, you know, cool, or whatever.
My fellow onlookers included the usual ho-hum House Finches...
... and a male "Audubon's" Yellow-rumped Warbler, decked out for spring in full black vest and yellow mohawk, as we all should be.
Eventually, the oriole seemed to wise up to the fact that he was getting TMZ'd, and bounced.
Celebrity does have its price.
Anyway, all of this is basically just to say:
O.K., L.A.
OH. KAY.
O.K., L.A.
OH. KAY.
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