It was another quiet day, stark. When it gets cool I carry nuts and seeds. The downy woodpecker watched, but didn't come down for a nut. The sparrow posed very nicely for close-ups. I felt a few nuts were in order, a professional fee. The sparrow was by my feet when I placed the nuts on the higher railing. It saw what was being offered and flew up for the snack.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Where did all the little birds disappear to? I don't know where they went. But I know why they left. One immature red-tail hawk on the prowl.
Friday, November 27, 2009
No robins. After having seen hundreds of robins there were none yesterday. In fact, it was eerily quiet in the park. Maybe one nuthatch, one chickadee, two finches, one cormorant, no robins....... lots of silence except for sparrows dining. Sometimes, instead of looking for variety, the day becomes a day observing who's doing what.
It was at Strawberry Field that a movement caught my eye. I thought I had seen a different kind of sparrow and decided to stand in the grass patch and wait. If it was in that area it would reappear. The house sparrows were dining on seeds in plants that had the soft "feathers", like hunting for food in pillow stuffing. Some of the food was down in the grass, salad. After about twenty minutes the different sparrow, a song sparrow came into view for about three seconds. The other sparrows are bolder, in the open, but the song sparrow is more elusive.
One hawk soaring on high. One downy woodpecker in the distance. It was a very quiet bird day.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
After a long stretch seeing no robins suddenly there are hundreds all picking the berries till now ignored. There has to be a rhythm to when the berries ripen. These are ripe for the pickin' now and the robins have arrived to dine. The robins must be migrating to be in such vast flocks.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
"Nothing is happening."
"Nothing is happening."
When birders report that all is quiet I settle for a stroll. Let's see how much nothing there really is. My first stop at the stream was nothing, but the second stop was a great terrific, a fox sparrow taking a bath, a solitary hermit thrush and then the Gang arrived, cedar waxwings. They stormed in in a sweep, drank and departed just as fast. Or maybe it was the hawk that flew overhead that caused the rapid departure. It was a fine something afternoon.