Several times a minute, the Western Meadowlark (Sturnella neglecta) opens its throat wide and warbles a pleasing "Come to me sweetheart!" cry.
I watched this Meadowlark for at least a half hour getting closer and closer with my tripod and 500mm lens. Between cries he would fluff his feathers and primp. I think he was quite please with himself. Feeding mostly on insects, this medium-sized bird nests on the ground, which is why it is common in open fields. The distinctive yellow breast and black bib make this bird easily identifiable even when zooming by at 60 mph.
