Sometimes, while I am out for a walk, a lovely bird appears, stays in one spot and allows me to get a good photograph. This, however, is the exception to the rule.
On this day, while sauntering on a remote gravel road, I heard the couplet song of a Brown Thrasher: “Yes-yes-siree-siree, sirah, sirah, oh-oh” etc.
I could not see the singer but knew that it was at least 200 metres away across overgrown old fields. I started walking.
Eventually I caught my first glimpse:
As I got closer:
Finally I got this close:
After that, the bird fled. Here are some photos I have taken previously of the Brown Thrasher:
In the field, I also had this butterfly:
Scenes along the road:
A little farther along the road, I found this:
Little Britain is a primarily agricultural town. It also has a fairly significant tourist presence from the influx of cottagers on nearby Lake Scugog.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide. – A. E. Housman (1859–1936)