I was glancing out the back window, as I do about 50 times a day, when I saw a bird skulking in the leaf litter, near an old roasting pan we use as a bird bath. "That's not a Mourning Dove," I said to myself. Grabbing the binoculars I saw what it really was, shouted, "Shari, come here NOW!" (she must have thought I was having a heart attack) and showed her the first
American Woodcock to show up in our backyard. At least the first American Woodcock I'm aware of. When it hunkered down beneath a log it was almost perfectly camouflaged.
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I was glancing out the back window, as I do about 50 times a day, when I saw a bird skulking in the leaf litter, near an old roasting pan we use as a bird bath. "That's not a Mourning Dove," I said to myself. Grabbing the binoculars I saw what it really was, shouted, "Shari, come here NOW!" (she must have thought I was having a heart attack) and showed her the first American Woodcock to show up in our backyard. At least the first American Woodcock I'm aware of. When it hunkered down beneath a log it was almost perfectly camouflaged.
GREAT!!!
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