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Assembly of crows

Thursday, October 3rd, 2013
American crows, Beech Hill Preserve, Rockport, Maine, 03 October 2013.

American crows.

In their assemblies at the edge of town, crows introduce resolutions, then vote them down. —from The Answer is “No” (E. B. White)

Eastern towhee, Beech Hill Preserve, Rockport, Maine, 03 October 2013.

Eastern towhee.

I worked at my desk on this latest in our continuing series of glorious autumn days straight through until it was time for my daily Beech hill hike with dog. Had to brake for a flock of turkeys as we neared the turn to the parking lot, where I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised at all the cars as Jack and I pulled in.

Saw yellow-rumped warblers (of course), maybe three or four score of them. Did not see any white-crowned sparrows (for the first time all week). Heard (and saw) a towhee, heard (and saw) a flicker, heard (and saw) chickadees. Lots of laughing people—middle-aged couples, young families with beautiful children, solo hikers.

Returning, I recognized one of the solo hikers (although, like me, she was accompanied by a dog) as an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in at least a couple of decades. As we stood catching up in the angling sun, crows began to appear—first three (naturally), then a couple more, then several more, and finally at least a couple dozen of ’em. This excited both of us, since we’d both observed past October conventions of crows. As it always does, the scene brought to my mind of an E. B. White poem, The Answer is “No,” and the idea of a murder of crows vetoing common sensical resolutions and getting nowhere reminded me of current goings on in the U. S. Congress. Ah, American politics.

Sunset, Beech Hill Preserve, Rockport, Maine, 03 October 2013.

Sunset.

Thankful I am that the likes of that nonsense doesn’t extend into the natural realm, where all makes sense at the end of the day. And the end of this one had a lovely sunset.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Wild turkey
2. Yellow-rumped warbler
3. Black-capped chickadee
4. Northern flicker
5. Eastern towhee
6. American crow*
7. Blue jay** (v)
8. Pileated woodpecker (v)

Elsewhere

9. Tufted titmouse (v)
10. Herring gull

v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere

 

Coincidence

Thursday, April 14th, 2011
Bud, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 14 April 2011.

Bud.

On Beech Hill in the rain late yesterday, a mere few traces of snow remained along the shadier trail edges. Late last night, I saw a remnant scrap or two on the dark edge of the parking lot. This sunny morning: no snow. And suddenly the lawn has gone green.

Hermit thrush, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 14 April 2011.

Hermit thrush.

The end of snow, the greening lawn—it got me thinking of coincidence. And by “coincidence” I mean events that coincide, time-wise, here on the 44th parallel. The reemergence of spring peepers, the return of the osprey, our federal income tax–filing deadline.

Crows and chickadees and house finches were about early. At one point I the loud voice of a pileated woodpecker nearby. Then I heard it again. I must’ve stood with my camera for a good five minutes looking for the bird, but I never did see it. I heard the voice of a hairy woodpecker, too (and didn’t manage to locate it either).

Later in morning, I stepped out and heard the resident house sparrows. And the thin notes of a tufted titmouse hopping about in the oaks.

Sun warmed the day. A light wind cooled it slightly. Filed my taxes, then donned my bicycle gear and headed out for a ride. A nice fast trip downwind to town, where I saw plenty of gulls, heard a couple starlings, spotted some pigeons flying around in the rooftops of the business block. Back north again against the wind, the riding wasn’t so fast. Suddenly, I noticed my front tire was losing air. As it happens, though, I was just about to pass my place and so stopped there, changed the tube, and continued on up Route 1. As I passed, a song sparrow flitted away from the roadside.

Sumac, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 14 April 2011.

Sumac.

The wind-aided trip back from Rockport went quickly. A wonderful ride. Got back just in time for a Beech Hill hike with Jack—his first in three days, and he was ready for it.

Not far along the trail, I heard an American robin singing in the distance. Heard herring gulls crying off toward the shore. Subtle little buds and shoots were popping forth everywhere, seemed like. Coming up the first little wooded rise, I caught sight of a small brown bird flitting through the undergrowth—a thrush. A tail-bobbing thrush with a rusty colored back end. A hermit thrush, first of the year.

Yesterday’s snow patches had vanished from along the top of the upper trail. Against the afternoon sunlight, the fuzz on the branch-ends of a patch of staghorn sumac glowed like haloes. (For the first time I saw where it got its name.)

As we emerged into the open fields, I noticed a kestrel perched in the crown of a tree. The kestrel noticed Jack and me, too, apparently, because  immediately it flew some distance away, where it hovered over the field for a bit. We continued to the summit, passing a pair of kinglets along the way. The wind blew with surprising strength up there—and not a little chill. I met fellow birder Jay, Beech Hill volunteer coordinator Amy, and an eastern phoebe scoping out the eaves of Beech Nut.

American kestrel, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 14 April 2011.

American kestrel.

We’d just started back down when I spotted a male harrier just landing in a shady spot near the base of the eastern slope. It didn’t stay there long. The kestrel was back on its snag—for a moment, anyway. Coming down the soggy lower trail, I heard only gulls.

Tonight the waxing moon is making things glow.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 5 p.m., I hiked the wooded trails.

1. American robin (voice)
2. Herring gull (voice)
3. Hermit thrush
4. Black-capped chickadee
5. Golden-crowned kinglet
6. American kestrel
7. Eastern phoebe
8. Northern harrier

Elsewhere

9. American crow
10. House finch
11. Pileated woodpecker
12. Hairy woodpecker
13. House sparrow
14. Tufted titmouse
15. Rock pigeon
16. European starling
17. Song sparrow

Moon, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 14 April 2011.

Moon.

 
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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