This morning was all sunny and nice, and a daring oriole yellow-throated long claw (Macronyx croceus) graced our breakfast time by coming less than 10 feet from the porch. For years --decades, even--, I've called this bird an oriole, knowing in a corner of my mind that it was probably wrong. A friend of mine just sent me a book on West African birds and I've been able to put accurate names on most of the birds I see here.
Life in the bush doesn't get any better than that, does it?
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