That July morning on the North Arm Wildlife Trail was peaceful, not a breath of wind, only the ringing songs of blackbirds.
At some point I heard a gentle bird song I have never heard before and then I saw the "singer", the long and slender bird with slightly curved bill.
At the beginning I had no idea what kind of bird it was. Only later I learned that I encountered my first immature female Hooded Oriole.
Nature never ceases to amaze me, sometimes in the most seemingly ordinary moments, suddenly a beautiful unfamiliar bird appears out of nowhere and even performs a short, sonorous song for you. Isn't this happiness?
Generally, life is good.
