One of my favorite stories, as I read years ago, is that of a museum curator who came across a small boy crying at a dinosaur exhibit. The curator, thinking the boy is crying out of fear of the dinosaurs on display, asked him if the dinosaurs scared him. The boy answered ‘No’. When questioned why he was crying, the boy explained that he was crying because the dinosaurs were all dead. The curator then took the boy to the pterodactyl exhibit, and explained the dinosaurs weren’t all dead, and that they were still among us as birds. The boy, happy by the answer left with, I hope, a renewed fascination with the natural world.

Since a very young, I’ve always been drawn to nature. And birds, the evolutionary progeny of dinosaurs, have always been a source of fascination (other than the irritating spring warbler migration, where proper identification has been a constant source of frustration for 40 years).

I have hundreds, if not thousands of bird photos in my catalog. I decided to start the collection with some songbirds local to my home in the Ozarks of Southeastern Missouri. The collection attempts to capture the natural tranquility of our common native birds. One trick of bird photography that I use to judge the quality of the shot is the bird’s eyes. I like to see a reflection in its eye.

Most of the titles are simple descriptions of the shot.

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