They call such a bird a vagrant. But I prefer hobo. An old word that means carefree wanderer.
The sighting that’s causing these thoughts is an improbable Tri-colored Heron. A bird not found in Chicago.
But I saw one in a pond near a highway cloverleaf around here. Looked like a Great Blue, but brown. And smaller.
Tri-colored Herons live in the southeast.
But, today, I saw it again. Could be an American Bittern, I thought. Bitterns aren’t lanky, though. This was lanky. Like a Great Blue, but brown.
Done: I’m going with Tri-colored. No range map is going to stop me. Birds fly. Western Tanagers from Colorado have been known to surprise people in New England.
And if a 300-pound Jaguar can wander from Mayan jungles to Texas, a bird can be anywhere.
Tri-colored Heron. It was near a Chicago highway, and I saw it. A genuine vagrant, one for the record books.
Or, to put it more simply, a two-fisted hobo living a life free of maps.