When asked (though, admittedly, no one who knows me well would dream of doing so), I would find it impossible to name a favorite bird. The heron strikes so many funny poses, genially not objecting to my lens. The common feeder visitors are well known and all admired, particularly those who sport the brightest colors. The raucous jay entertains me well, having trained the dogs to come running when he demands his daily quota of peanuts. And of course having the great horned owl was a once-in-a-lifetime treat, even if it only came here to die.