Cold morning. Eight degrees (F). When I first stepped out early with two dogs, I thought I heard a blue jay’s cry—but it turned out to be the two-note spring song of a titmouse. This was soon followed by a chickadee’s unmistakable fee-bee! love song. Guess. the temperature doesn’t matter so much as the increasing photoperiod.
Nobody else hazarded the icy open Beech Hill trail but me, Jack, and Boone. But that’s OK. Each of the dogs went down, but I didn’t. And they’re a lot closer to the ground.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 2:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Black-capped chickadee (voice)
2. Golden-crowned kinglet (voice)
3. White-breasted nuthatch (voice)
4. Northern flicker
Elsewhere
5. Tufted titmouse
6. American crow
7. House sparrow
8. Herring gull





