NOT A DOVE

Kind of yucky at the golf course this morning.  Cloudy, rainy, windy.  On the second tee, a flock of Doves flew into a fir tree next to me.  When I went to see if I could get a shot, they flew to the plum tree.  So I followed.  It wasn't very clear, but I took a shot.  The doves flew away, but what I caught was a Flicker.  Not a great shot, not a Dove, but I got something.