This Side of the Pond

I don’t think I’m likely to go down in Wyoming history as a famous birdwatcher. Not that this was an ambition I felt was mine to achieve, but my failures over the last few days have certainly clarified that my talents lie elsewhere.

I don’t know about you guys, but we’ve been noticing more variety in the winged visitors passing through this season. We have crossbills and robins, the odd bird of prey and, of course, the ever-present turkeys and their adorable offspring.

Still waiting on the return of the hummingbirds who turn up every so often, but we have spied a couple of grackles....