My first Redwinged of the season!
Buffeted by a stiff wind…
He was such a handsome fellow…
I love Red-wings.
And I love fog.
Yesterday morning, early, I had the gift of them both at once in the marsh along Red River.
The sounds of the Red-wings pierced the thick salty air as they called back and forth to one another.
Through the fog the birds seemed somehow larger than life; the colors more vivid and their songs, amplified.
I stood there, enraptured.
It was magical.