An Oriole rode the top branch of a cedar in the wind. I do not know if they are called Baltimore anymore but by any name a lovely sight. My father has been long gone but his introduction to birding has carried on through three generations.
I loved your birding essay, especially listening to all the bird calls/songs you provided. Hope to read more such essays of personal journeys/ventures. Deborah Harris
I am deeply biased on behalf of both birds and zen buddhists-it's a toss-up of zen cliche between birdsong and the sound of the wind, after all-and brought up short by today's post. By far my favorite of the Watch List posts. Bows your way and a lit stick of incense.
Loved the photos that accompanied the article! We arrived back on the Cape, last week in April. In the Evergreen 15 ft. from our front door, I noticed mr. and ms. Cardinale flying in and out of the tree, and taking turns perched high on an outer branch. I had a great view of their activities from my seat on the couch. Not sure if it was our return home, or the red Hawk hanging around, but after about a week they moved on…sorry to say.
Re: “ Among other things, it’s a way to get away from the world by walking further into it, a therapy of presence that allows me to briefly sidestep a country I fear is becoming a darker, meaner place than the one in which I grew up (or maybe that’s the naivete of WASP privilege, to think it wasn’t always there).” I highly recommend you check out the Black birder and wildlife biologist Drew Latham. Here’s my short piece about him: https://ecozoic.net/2021/08/04/why-i-write-about-birds/
I used to work at a spot called Huntley Meadows Park, in Virginia. It happens to be our nation's largest urban wetlands park, and is a stopover for pretty much anything with feathers. There's a FB group that you might like: Huntley Meadows Photography. Not all of it is birds, but a lot is, and some of the photos are extraordinary. https://www.facebook.com/groups/111681612188309
This is lovely! Nature is our original home. Reconnecting with what we largely abandoned millennia ago feels good.
Most of my time in nature is spent hunting, fishing or foraging (other connections to our ancestral home that we're increasingly abandoning), but in that time afield I enjoy the chorus of all the birds and insects that aren't (for me, at least) on the menu.
Ever hear tricolored blackbirds? I heard them for the first time this spring. They sound like mating Siamese cats. Really: https://www.instagram.com/p/CcCFt2ZJoE9/.
An Oriole rode the top branch of a cedar in the wind. I do not know if they are called Baltimore anymore but by any name a lovely sight. My father has been long gone but his introduction to birding has carried on through three generations.
Can you give us a hint as to where you saw the Bobolinks or is it a secret locale?
I loved your birding essay, especially listening to all the bird calls/songs you provided. Hope to read more such essays of personal journeys/ventures. Deborah Harris
I am deeply biased on behalf of both birds and zen buddhists-it's a toss-up of zen cliche between birdsong and the sound of the wind, after all-and brought up short by today's post. By far my favorite of the Watch List posts. Bows your way and a lit stick of incense.
Loved the photos that accompanied the article! We arrived back on the Cape, last week in April. In the Evergreen 15 ft. from our front door, I noticed mr. and ms. Cardinale flying in and out of the tree, and taking turns perched high on an outer branch. I had a great view of their activities from my seat on the couch. Not sure if it was our return home, or the red Hawk hanging around, but after about a week they moved on…sorry to say.
Re: “ Among other things, it’s a way to get away from the world by walking further into it, a therapy of presence that allows me to briefly sidestep a country I fear is becoming a darker, meaner place than the one in which I grew up (or maybe that’s the naivete of WASP privilege, to think it wasn’t always there).” I highly recommend you check out the Black birder and wildlife biologist Drew Latham. Here’s my short piece about him: https://ecozoic.net/2021/08/04/why-i-write-about-birds/
I used to work at a spot called Huntley Meadows Park, in Virginia. It happens to be our nation's largest urban wetlands park, and is a stopover for pretty much anything with feathers. There's a FB group that you might like: Huntley Meadows Photography. Not all of it is birds, but a lot is, and some of the photos are extraordinary. https://www.facebook.com/groups/111681612188309
That’s Miss Towsey all right. Hitchcock maybe knew her? Excellent article. Hardcore applies to you both!
This is lovely! Nature is our original home. Reconnecting with what we largely abandoned millennia ago feels good.
Most of my time in nature is spent hunting, fishing or foraging (other connections to our ancestral home that we're increasingly abandoning), but in that time afield I enjoy the chorus of all the birds and insects that aren't (for me, at least) on the menu.
Ever hear tricolored blackbirds? I heard them for the first time this spring. They sound like mating Siamese cats. Really: https://www.instagram.com/p/CcCFt2ZJoE9/.