Western tanager -- Wikipedia photo
Looking for birds -- Photo by Pat Bean
“The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery
When I return to Ogden, the delight of my Wednesday mornings is to go on the weekly come-rain-come-shine-come heat-come-cold bird walk sponsored by the Wasatch Audubon Chapter and herded along by the always-eager-to-see-the-next-bird Mort Somer. It was this group of birders that mentored me when I couldn’t tell a duck from a goose or a sparrow from a woodpecker.
California quail -- Photo by Pat Bean
I’ve never met another Audubon group — and I’ve birded with many in my travels – so generous with their knowledge and whose members are so delightful to walk beside. It’s a diversified group so along with learning about birds, I also learn the names of new wildflowers and trees and lots of other nature trivia.
Willard Bay State Park north of Ogden was where we headed for yesterday’s outing. We found the birds waiting for us. The first bird I saw on getting out of our vehicle was a western tanager, a stand-out red, orange-yellow and black bird that tends to stay hidden among the leaves.
By the time we left the park, I had seen more of these delightful birds, including a quick coupling between one of the bright males and a paler female, than I had on previous bird outings put together. I never thought I would hear myself say: “Oh, it just another tanager.” But that’s what all of us were saying after an hour of birding, even though we saw 47 different species of birds.
The sweetness of each bird sighting was almost as delectable as birding once again with my Wasatch Audubon friends. But not quite.
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