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Changing sky

Friday, December 9th, 2011
Branches, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 09 December 2011.

Branches.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 3 p.m.,  I hiked the open trail.

1. Northern flicker (voice)

Elsewhere

2. American crow
3. Herring gull
4. House sparrow
5. American coot

Cold wind

Saturday, November 12th, 2011
White-breasted nuthatch, Glen Cove, Rockport, Maine, 12 November 2011.

White-breasted nuthatch.

This morning brought with it a hazy sun and a cold wind. Also a couple of nuthatches, which I watched out back for a while. Crows in the periphery, gulls overhead. In just the past few days, most of the remnant oak leaves have slipped their twigs—funny how it seems to happen all at once, almost.

Beech Nut, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 12 November 2011.

Beech Nut.

I spent most of the day writing and watching a (frustrating) college football game. I figured a brisk Beech Hill hike would take the sting off.

Jack figures a brisk Beech Hill hike is the most wonderful thing in the world, regardless. So happy dog and I took the short drive over. I’d worn an extra layer today, what with the persistent cold wind. It’s the coldest I’d felt up there since spring, a fact that prompted me to pull my hands up into the sleeves of my warm sweatshirt.

Heard three birds off in the wind somewhere—chickadee, jay, and crow—and saw coots over on the surface of Chickawaukie Lake. Otherwise, the wind provided ample distraction. I thought of the song “Cold Wind,” by Arcade Fire. I thought of how a cold wind symbolizes death in human mythology, thought of death generally, thought of how all our days are numbered. But then I thought of how just feeling the knifing edge of a cold wind means, by simply the definition of “feeling,” meant I was very much alive. Alive and breathing and moving through a spectacular landscape. Animate. Alive and cold.

But the cab of the pickup was warm. And on the way home I saw a mourning dove on a utility line.

Birch, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 12 November 2011.

Birch.

Tonight the stars and moon are out. The wind has mostly subsided. Looking at the stars + feeling the wind = alive.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 3:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Black-capped chickadee (voice)
2. Blue jay (voice)
3. American coot
4. American crow (voice)

Elsewhere

5. White-breasted nuthatch
6. Herring gull
7. Rock pigeon
8. Mourning dove

Taking a little spin

Friday, November 11th, 2011
Hillside, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 11 November 2011.

Hillside.

Let’s take a little spin around Rockport, Maine, shall we? First, we’ll let the dog out to pee in the soggy grass and watch crows flap around, cawing at each other, and listen to the jeers of a jay. Then let’s work a while.

. . .

Red patch (Beech Hill, Rockport, 11 November 2011).

Red patch.

OK, now that that’s over with. Ready? Let’s grab the dog and go for a quick drive to the Rockland P.O. Forgetting it’s Veteran’s Day, of course. Still, since we didn’t check the mail yesterday—score! Now lets stop off at the grocery store for chips and beer. (What? Got a problem with that?) Also cayenne pepper. Gonna need some cayenne pepper for the vegan Mexican Hot Chocolate Snickerdoodles we’ll be baking later. Also Canola oil.

Now, finally, let’s buzz on out past Chickawaukie Lake to Beech Hill, staring in awe at the huge flotilla of coots out there in the lake on our way. Man that’s a whole lot of coots, wouldn’t you say?

Brought your raincoat, right? Good thing, because it’s drizzling pretty good. Kind of a wind-blown drizzle, actually. In fact—damn—it keeps spattering the lens of my camera. Oh, well, let’s fire off some photos anyway, concentrating on all these patches of red on the hillsides. Pretty. Could that actually be the sun breaking through the clouds out over the Rockville Ridge there?

Hey, hear that? A chickadee. And that? Blue jay. And look, you can see the coots from here. I don’t care what you say, I’m counting that as Species No. 3.

Rocks (Beech Hill, Rockport, 11 November 2011).

Rocks.

Man, the wind’s whipping like crazy from the northwest, huh? Makes for a nippy hike down. Faster, dog.

Wait. What’s that hopping around that stone wall there? Ah, hear that? Song sparrow. And that? White-throat. The two species are hanging out together like kissin’ cousins. Cute.

All right, let’s head home and dry off. Because later tonight, the clouds are gonna clear away, and the moon is gonna shine, and it’s gonna get—what’s that word again?—oh, yeah. Cold.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 2:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Black-capped chickadee
2. Blue jay
3. American coot
4. Song sparrow
5. White-throated sparrow

Elsewhere

6. American crow
7. Herring gull
8. European starling
9. Mallard

 
Bird Report is a (sometimes intermittent) record of the birds I encounter while hiking, see while driving, or spy outside my window. —Brian Willson



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