So cute, with his tiny little black eye and his slender little tail.
He then went and wedged himself into this strange position.
Today I noticed that my camera battery had died, just after I left the house to go observing. This turned out to be a good thing, as I decided to focus on listening again, and to see if I could identify not only every bird that I saw, but also every bird that I heard. I walked by the Spree, where in the past months the waterfowl would be hanging around in their usual spots. But now, thanks to the constant parade of pleasure boats that churn up and down the river as soon as the weather improves, there was hardly a duck or coot to be seen, and no more swans or grebes or moorhens at all. (Many of these seem to have relocated to the pond in the Englischer Garten.)
It was very cold today, so what I had intended to be a long walk became a short meandering near my apartment. I decided to go to a part of the Tiergarten that is nearest to us, but that is not well visited, except by strange old men. There is a shallow pond there that is always attractive no matter what the season. It did not disappoint today, surrounded by these wonderful bushes with red stems. I looked around very hard for birds but could only hear them high in the trees. “This is no problem!” I thought. “I’ll listen to their songs, remember them, and look them up later.” Fool. Continue reading