Herons. They are so clumsy, gangly and awkward looking on land but so gracious, beautiful and gentle in flight. They of a bird of water, air and earth. They spend much of there time in solitude, in silent reflection. More of a totem spirit to me, than just a favourite bird.
Northern Cardinal. Small, bright and charming little bird, love there spiky little hair do.
Kestrel. I am fascinated by the way they hover, looking motionless, effortlessly while they hunt there prey. Good looking little things too, especially the females.
Jay. I love blue jays for the colour, but I have always loved our European jays too, I did not think we had any near me, until I saw my first wild one, on my thirtieth birthday on the bird table in my mothers back garden. My sister had said she had seen a brown magpie just days before, he returned too, for a few years. Wonder if he is still about?