This innocent-looking little Western Kingbird (Tyrannus verticalis) watches and is very guarded of his territory. His voice is in keeping with its sometime vicious behavior — a shrill, metallic twitter that sounds like a tape on fast-forward.
I’m anxiously waiting their arrival as they show up here mid-March through mid-September over much of the state of Colorado. They prefer grasslands, shrublands, and open country with scattered trees.
Kingbirds will dive-bomb hawks and sometimes drive then from their turf. In the cottonwood trees to the west and north of me there are several hawk nests. Sometimes it’s like a carnival in the skies.