Bald eagle.
This day began riotous and ended serene.
Sun sloshed down all over everything early. When first I took Jack out, crows were foraging across the road, and I caught sight of a pileated woodpecker bouncing off toward Jameson Point. Back inside soon after, I heard crows hollering at something out back. Well, I know what that means and so grabbed my camera and stepped out onto the deck. Only saw crows at first—and then I spotted it. A lone eagle soaring in a winter thermal, wings not flapping at all, up and up and away.
Toward early afternoon, the sky turned overcast, and by the time I finished some time-consuming work, the day was getting old, and the light had dimmed to gray. Every hundred hards or so as Jack and I hiked Beech Hill I’d stop to listen. And hear nothing. Well, not nothing—but the distant rush of the tires of an occasional car was the only sound up there. Heard not a peep from a chickadee, saw no winged thing at all.
First day of no Beech Hill birds in a long time.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
No birds seen or heard on the hill today.
Elsewhere
1. American crow
2. Pileated woodpecker
3. Bald eagle
