I’ve been photographing the bird banders at work again. Love hanging with them. I learn so much there and feel so fortunate to see all these birds up close. And somehow my interest has grown towards bird wings. Not one wing is remotely alike. I photograph them for future reference to help identify the bird’s characteristics. Age & sex for instance. Never knew you can tell so much by a birds wing.
It might be an easy pick to find the Cardinal’s wing. And I personally was pleasantly surprised by the Mocking bird’s wing. It had the such elegant black and white decorate tips. The grayish silver of the Titmouse was so striking. And the Olive greenish yellow of the Orange Crowned Warbler was super special. Never seen the bird and ditto its wing. But my favorite so far has been the Field Sparrow’s wing. The warm brown golden linings. Perfectly shaped and in line. So pretty…. Who knew a tiny bird like that could have such beautiful wings.
“For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. We can only fly with two wings and two wings can only stay in the air if there is a balance. Two beautiful wings is perfection. ”
― C. Joybell C