Sad Woodcock Is Sad

I’d been convinced for a while that even though we hadn’t seen or heard them yet, our woodcocks must be here somewhere, hunkered down and waiting for the weather to change so they could start their spring displays. Well, now I have proof – one of the teachers at the school where I work snapped this photo on campus earlier this week.

photo by Robert Eady
photo by Robert Eady

Poor sad, confused, hungry woodcock. Hang in there, little buddy.

3 thoughts on “Sad Woodcock Is Sad”

  1. Come on over to Brooklyn, kid. We’ve got nice snow-free earth loaded with yummies, and relatively clear (cough) night skies to rise into.

    Recently, I’ve flushed a few at Green-Wood Cemetery, and last weekend enjoyed the sounds of mating rituals at Floyd Bennett Field.

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