A female indigo bunting drops into the cherry tree to snack on tiny tent caterpillars, reaching daintily into their vase-shaped nest.
Monthly Archives: May 2009
A female indigo bunting drops into...
A new birdsong at sunrise: “Pleased...
A new birdsong at sunrise: “Pleased pleased pleased to MEETcha!” Likewise, I mutter, trying to place the name. Ah—chestnut-sided warbler.
Strong sun, and the air so clear, I...
Strong sun, and the air so clear, I can see the tiniest floating krill. A cranefly seems enormous—until a pileated woodpecker flops in.
Half a degree above freezing at sunrise...
Half a degree above freezing at sunrise, and the sky is as clear as it gets. A towhee sings a backwards version of its song.
A red-eyed vireo beside the porch with...
A red-eyed vireo beside the porch with his back to the cold wind, neck feathers buffeted into a crest, singing in the weak sunlight.
A phoebe hovers beside its nest under...
A phoebe hovers beside its nest under the springhouse eaves, then lands above it, bug still in beak, tail like a tapping foot: ah, marriage.
Sun through fog. Animals emerge and...
Sun through fog. Animals emerge and vanish like actors in a play, bringing their cries and silences: goldfinches, a raven, a pair of deer.
A pair of tanagers foraging in the...
A pair of tanagers foraging in the rain. The scarlet male trails the drab female onto a branch two feet from the porch, returning my gaze.
Two male indigo buntings, twice as...
Two male indigo buntings, twice as blue as the sky, clash in the air and land on adjacent branches. One sings, the other flies off.
April’s solitary vireo and brown...
April’s solitary vireo and brown thrasher have been replaced by red-eyed vireo and catbird—an adagio movement giving way to an allegro.
