Inbound.
A lovely, warm, sunny, busy day. Took care of some urgent desk work, did a little type design, took a long bike ride, hiked a hill with Jack, my dog. On our early evening hike, I did not see one bird. I heard only three. I didn’t see or hear many others the rest of the day, either.
It might be calm now—but before long, birds will be active, moving through, coming from points north, headed for points south, in more of a hurry than they are in spring. Heeding a distant ancestral call.
(If you listen closely to the night sky, you you’ll be able to hear them. If you train binoculars at the full moon, you might see a few.)
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 5:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Black-capped Chickadee** (v)
2. Blue Jay** (v)
3. American Crow* (v)
Elsewhere
4. White-breasted Nuthatch (v)
5. Downy Woodpecker (v)
6. Herring Gull
7. Laughing Gull
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere
