So here's Excuse #2 for my lack of practical posts on gardening and chickens.
Tro-gon
The Elegant Trogon has been our nemesis bird since our first visit to Arizona ten years ago. We've looked for these birds every time we've been there. Searched. Pined. Waited. Looked. Each and every time "it was just here." "You just missed it." "You should have been here yesterday; it was right out in the open."
It's like Bigfoot hunting. You hear stories about the creature but you don't believe it's real. You want to, but you just don't. We started to disbelieve the trogon's existence.
And then, suddenly, there it was. At Lake Patagonia. At eye level. Right over the path. In the open. The Elegant Trogon!
The trogon did exactly what we'd been told. It sat on a branch at head height for several minutes. It flew to the ground, scooped up a great big fuzzy caterpillar in its bill.
It smacked it against a branch,
chuckled, and then flew to another branch, where it sat for several minutes looking for another fuzzy caterpillar.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
We watched it for an hour. What a confiding bird!
And now we believe in the Elegant Trogon.
If only we could lure trogons home to BC. They're one of the few North American birds that eat fuzzy caterpillars.
They could take care of our tent caterpillar problem.
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