The wren spent most of its time hidden by holes and overhangs along the creek bank. It reminded me a lot of a foraging chipmunk, the way it kept out of sight with only an occasional appearance out in the open.
Sometimes it was hard to predict where it was going to reappear. It ate something here, but I can’t make out what it was.
I think my digital camera is one of the best aids to bird identification I’ve ever had. If I take enough pictures, I’m bound to capture all the field marks I need to see. I used to make notes of what I thought were crucial characteristics, only to find I had listed the items common to several species and missed the key identifying markings. Some of my old notes might as well have said – Bird with feathers and ability to fly.
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