Hail to the king... let
The sun came out after two days of, well, liquid sunshine, so I quickly headed outdoors to monitor what I'd been missing. In one of the nearby fields, my path took me by a thicket of Autumn olives with lots of maturing berries that would make life a joy for the local birds. Hiding in the foliage was a newcomer to the ridge: a pint-sized bundle of energy going by the name of Ruby-crowned Kinglet. You can only see the red crown when the midget songbird, which just migrated down from its breeding haunts in the Great North Woods, is excited or annoyed, but from the scowl on the bird's face, I'm guessing that if I persist in hanging around, I will, soon enough, be on the receiving end of a pissed-off head crest. Best I should keep walking.
Keywords:
Autumn Olive,
Ruby-crowned Kinglet
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