I got a good peek at an American Goldfinch visiting the nyger feeder.

I got a good peek at an American Goldfinch visiting the nyger feeder.

When a thunderstorm approached recently, a number of Turkey Vultures took advantage of the gusty winds, soaring, wheeling, and skating across the sky. I derived a good deal of pleasure watching them.
If a Turkey Vulture can feel something like the human emotion of pleasure, each one must have felt it.

Large as they are, Turkey Vultures become insignificant motes when set against the background of All Things.

This Red-winged Blackbird closely watched me to ensure I did not approach too closely.

As its mate and a young one graze, a Canada goose stretches a wing.

A foursome of Turkey vultures wheels and soars.

Caught in evening light and shadow, a Turkey Vulture soars. 
Mute Swans shepherd their seven cygnets.

This wild turkey was surprisingly calm about my taking its photo from less than 20 feet away.

I recently took a walk around my workplace with three destinations in mind. I took a random detour to inspect something in a building, then took another detour to look at a pond behind the building.
I discovered a wet American Goldfinch on a half drowned reed; when I approached for a closer look it flapped/flopped onto the water out of my reach. I then backed off to look for a stick to sweep it into reach and wen I returned, found it clinging to a grate where I could reach around, gently grasp it, and release it in a protected spot where it could dry out. Though still too waterlogged to fly it was quite lively in gaining distance from me.
Did it survive? I don’t know. What I do know is that if I had not chosen to go for a walk at that time, taken one detour, then taken another detour, my encounter would not have taken place.
It is good to ponder lifes’ twists and turns.
(This is not the goldfinch in question.)
