I often see him perched on a mangrove tree, standing tall with his head held high and eyes bright with assertiveness. Dressed simply, he flies gracefully, diving to catch an insect and then chasing away a passing bird. His loud calls of “Pit-pitiri-ri-ree! Pitcherreee!” ring out through his territory, and I can almost picture him… Continue reading The Grey Kingbird: a Tyrant Ruler