Tufted titmouse.
A drippy day, a drizzly day. Not too cold, though. I did some editing of a thing I’m working on—a think I hope to publish soon—and then took a break with Jack. You know, my dog.
Birch.
Considering the drippyness and drizzlyness, I was surprised to find four vehicles in the Beech Hill parking lot when we arrived. Not so surprised to find titmice and chickadees there, nor to hear the crow. But I was surprised, pleasantly so, to hear the flight calls of pine grosbeaks and then to get a look at them—six in all—flapping overhead.
Not much else on the misty, foggy hill except a couple fellow hikers (and one dog). Stopped at the summit and listened. The air was still, and sound carried, despite the fog. Heard distant traffic is all. The critters were quiet. But the trail was soft, and the ground around the birch tree a ruddy red color still. Soon it will be covered with snow.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 3 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Tufted titmouse
2. Black-capped chickadee
3. American crow (v)
4. Pine grosbeak
Elsewhere
5. Herring gull
6. Mallard
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
