When I saw the words “clay-colored” I was expecting a very plain bird. And mostly, it is rather plain looking by all accounts. But even with a plain coat, I was entranced by that copper-colored eye. And the more I looked, the more color I found: green and orange flashes in the bill.
Color is dangerous for me, because I don’t really understand it. My crap art school education at UC Berkeley taught me nothing of color theory, and I’ve worn only black for nearly two of my three decades. Color is scary. But the more I look for it, the more I find it in these wonderful little birds.