Staring

The termite stare. What does this catbird see that I don't see? Termites? I stood and waited.

Along came the wren, same thing. Termite stare. I waited.

No termites to see, but along came the wood thrush to also wait. Fake out, no termites.

Further along on same path, two Wilson's warblers. Now I got stared at.

I held my breath through most of this, totally beautiful. Then a third Wilson's showed up and there was a grand chase. They all vanished. Not enough space for three little birds? No sharing.
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