I honestly didn’t know what a bunting was — I thought it was something to do with what the guy called his daughter before he went hunting in the nursery rhyme. (Note that the nursery rhyme didn’t work out so well for the rabbit).
But, one of my wife, Jamie, and I’s favorite blogs, Pollywog Creek, has some pictures of a painted bunting – – so I now know what Painted Buntings are in general, and I have met one in particular, on the banks of Pollywog Creek.