So birdy, in fact, I’ve hardly had time to enter all I’ve seen. I’ll have to break the posts down by trips — we took a lot this month, including a very damp but very productive weekend at Montezuma NWR. I’ve wanted to go there ever since Will toured Cornell and I finally got my wish! And I’ll give you a hint — TWO life birds! More on that soon!
It’s also been an incredibly wet May, approaching Noahlike conditions. Many of the migrants must have snuck through on the few bright days, or maybe they’re camouflaged by grey skies, their usual flittyness, and the difficulty of seeing birds while constantly wiping rain off one’s binocs and glasses. I am learning to be resigned — even in spring, you can’t ID every warbler.
Even so, we’ve had a few bright days and a few bright visitors. The Rose-breasted Grosbeak family is back and enjoying the sunflower seed and Baltimore Orioles are nesting somewhere in the yard. See that tuft of dark-blond hair on the pole to the left? That’s Randall’s tail from last year. We saved it all winter, putting it out at the beginning of the month. Titmice were the first to harvest until the Orioles found it too. It was gone in a week! The female would fly in, tease out a hunk, then fly to another branch to arrange the strands neatly in her beak . Then off she’d go, and back later for another helping. I’m almost tempted to chop off a few inches of my own mop.
Imagine the grass a foot longer by now. Too wet, can't mow.
The female Cardinal is still furiously attacking that persistent rival that mocks her from every window in the house. I’m surprised she still has a beak…
Most of the waterfowl are gone from the lakes now, either further north or in search of quieter waters. The Loons on Snyder’s Lake disappeared with the arrival of powerboats, while a pair of Horned Grebes stuck it out for a few more days before the noise got to them too.
And deep in the woods, a Veery calls, spiraling, spiraling down.