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Sunday, August 7th, 2011
Beech Nut, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 07 August 2011.

Beech Nut.

I awoke to the patter of a light, steady rain. And somewhere in it, the soft song of a titmouse and the brighter call of a cardinal. But mostly the steady sound of rain.

Got up, had breakfast. Then I dug out my old copy of The Essays of E.B. White and reread “Once More to the Lake.” A lovely essay—on the constancy of the universe and the mysterious passage of time—with a startlingly powerful ending. I spent most of the rest of the day tweaking on a long piece of fiction I’d composed over the past couple years. It was nice to dive in again.

Canada warbler (juvenile), Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 07 August 2011.

Canada warbler (juvenile).

Outside, the rain continued, got heavier. A nice drenching. I thought of friends in drought-stricken parts of the country and felt not a little gratitude—and then  braced myself for a wet hike up Beech Hill.

There was a vehicle parked in the Rockville Street lot, which was surprising. But met no other hikers on the trails. I didn’t think we’d meet many birds, either. Even hearing their calls would prove a challenge, what with the suddenly blustery wind in the trees and the noisy cascade of falling water droplets. We slogged on along anyway, however birdlessly.

But then, nearing the little brook, I heard the faint peeps of a chickadee. We stopped near a colony of ferns and I scanned the dripping hardwood canopy. Then I heard another call—a sharp, unfamiliar chip! Finally I saw something flitting in the leaves and raised my binoculars. What I saw was no chickadee, rather a warbler. Appeared to be a Nashville warbler. I snapped off a few photos, knowing they’d be crappy in such low light. Then I saw another small bird. Focused in. It was a red-eyed vireo.

At last I saw the chickadee and wondered if the warbler and vireo were following its lead, or its voice, or otherwise hanging around it as birds seem to do in the off-season, perhaps as a signal of food. Who knows.

We continued up. Incredibly, above all the rushing liquidity, I heard the high calls of a waxwing. Then the alarm note of a robin. Then the chattering of a goldfinch. Even the caw of a crow.

Blackberries, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 07 August 2011.

Blackberries.

Approaching the misty, wet, wind-whipped summit, I happened to spot a song sparrow darting away from the trail in front of us. At Beech Nut, a little brown bird flew up onto the north wall of the hut and clung to the stones there. I attempted a photo, figuring it must be a young phoebe displaying such odd behavior—especially because it then flew from there up into the eaves where the phoebe’s nest is. Only later, when I looked at my photos, did I recognize it as a chippy. Also got a glimpse of a savannah sparrow perched briefly on one of the field stakes.

Returning, I heard the loud chip-note of a chestnut-sided warbler where I’ve seen several in recent days. And down in the woods I heard a pewee. As we slogged our way down across the brook again—both of us soaked by this time—again I heard a chickadee where we’d heard one before. And, again, another strident chip. I caught sight of a pair of birds near where the warbler had been, and again they were warblers. But these were black-and-whites, an adult feeding a youngster, but they darted off into the trees before I could try for a photo.

After I got home and downloaded my photographs, I realized that what I’d assumed was a Nashville appeared instead to have been a juvenile Canada warbler. First one of those I’ve seen up there in months.

Back home, during my daily tick check, I found a very small sore with a tiny black speck in it. It had to have ended up there yesterday morning, when in my distractedness over a work emergency I didn’t do a thorough check for the first time all year. I kept the speck, whatever it is. Considering it was last August when a tiny larval tick gave me the Lyme germ, I’ll have to keep an eye on the sore, I guess.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4:15 p.m., I hiked the wooded trails.

1. Black-capped chickadee
2. Canada warbler (juvenile)
3. Red-eyed vireo
4. Cedar waxwing (voice)
5. American robin (voice)
6. American crow (voice)
8. American goldfinch (voice)
9. Song sparrow
10. Chipping sparrow
11. Savannah sparrow
12. Chestnut-sided warbler (voice)
13. Eastern wood-pewee (voice)
14. Black-and-white warbler

Elsewhere

15. Tufted titmouse
16. Northern cardinal
17. Herring gull

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