I’m normally a pretty strong-willed person.
I can stop at the property line when a turkey’s gobbling hard from the side where I don’t have permission.
Even when the action’s hot I can put away a shotgun or fishing rod and professionally reach for a camera…most of the time.
But even if I’m running late for an assignment or headed towards a lake of spawning crappie I have trouble not slowing to look at a scissor-tailed flycatcher.
Their ultra-long tail is what makes them the most special of Kansas songbirds to me but their body feathers of white, gray and pink are also striking.
And if the bird flushes and zips around, long tail forked as it works a swarm of insects I almost always have to stop and watch.
This week so it went when I was afield on two different assignments. Nobody riding along seemed to mind the delay.
Most agree they’re very special birds.