I was particularly struck by Connie's description of the Accentor taking
flight. Serendipitously, I just happened to catch exactly such a moment
the day I went to gawk at the bird. For those who haven't seen it on
OBOL, here's the link:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/drheath/49511867993/in/album-72157623929659272/

David
Portland



> And it was. Dark face mask, buffy supercilium, tawny breast, warbler-like bill, plumped-up body, a bird bearing the whiff of Siberian birch and conifer forests. It paused in the tangle of apple branches, then hopped up to the top of the T, just as it has always done. There it surveyed the landscape, taking its time, giving us all fantastic looks, long enough for three people to share my scope. I think our smiles must have brightened the sky itself. Then it spread its wings, pushed off with its tiny feet, and blasted away at great speed into dense vegetation. Oh, oh.

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> Sometimes chases are the sublimest form of happiness. - Connie, Seattle

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