Drop shadow.
My Beech Hill visit with Jack this morning was brisk and bright and breezy. Met a few friends up there among the many who were drawn to hike. Birds were lurking in the fringes—other than a handful of Yellow-rumped Warblers I spied chasing each other in the trees over toward the wooded trail.
Birch moon.
Then, returning down the sloping straightaway, we encountered a large bird flying directly toward us not three feet above the trail. A turkey hen—or a youngster. About forty feet away it veered off into a clump of brush. A crazy surprise.
This afternoon I spent writing at my desk. Nice to have some time for that for a change.
Beech Hill Preserve
Beginning at 9:30 a.m., I hiked the open trail—and then some.
1. Black-capped Chickadee**
2. Eastern Towhee (v)
3. Cedar Waxwing
4. American Crow*
5. Blue Jay (v)
6. Northern Flicker
7. American Goldfinch (v)
8. Gray Catbird
9. Yellow-rumped Warbler
10. Wild Turkey
Elsewhere
11. Herring Gull
12. Osprey (v)
13. Mourning Dove
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere
Tags: American crow, American goldfinch, black-capped chickadee, blue jay, Cedar waxwing, eastern towhee, gray catbird, herring gull, mourning dove, northern flicker, osprey, wild turkey, yellow-rumped warbler
