This day was another warm one, but overcast. The great heaps of plowed snow are melting, and the ice is drying up. Still I see folks waltzing across the ponds.
After a busy ol’ day—I won’t get into the minor frustrations—Jack and I managed to make it up to Beech Hill while there was still some light in the sky. The trail was soggy, no birds in the trees. The first evidence of any bird, in fact, were feather’s strewn near where I’d seen the mourning dove carcass a week or so ago. I suppose they might’ve come from that bird, but I don’t think so. Looked like a fresh kill. But I’m not very good at identifying loose feathers.
Returning, I heard a couple tweets, looked up, and saw about fifty or sixty robins flying over. Shortly after, we got scolded by a chickadee.
Tonight, the sky is clear, the stars bright. And I heard a quacking mallard over at the cove.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 3:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. American robin*
2. Black-capped chickadee
3. American crow
4. Herring gull
5. Rock pigeon
v = Voice only