American crow.
Crows. I admire crows and privately ascribe them mystical powers and a complex language. And, by the way, that series of words appears in the first paragraph of my first novel, Lydia, which people first bought today. Kind of a relief to get that out there. Hope folks like it.
I do admire crows. They were everywhere today, stalking the roadsides during a light morning rain, flapping about the soggy Beech Hill fields this mostly cloudy afternoon as Jack and I marched along the trail. Today was Jack’s fifth birthday.
April first is still a little early for a rush of migrants here at the 44th parallel, but you can always count on crows. Plus, I saw a bald eagle.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 5 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Song sparrow*
2. American robin*
3. Black-capped chickadee** (v)
4. American crow*
5. Blue jay (v)
6. Tufted titmouse** (v)
Elsewhere
7. House finch (v)
8. Herring gull
9. Mourning dove
10. Bald eagle
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere
Tags: American crow, American robin, bald eagle, black-capped chickadee, blue jay, herring gull, house finch, mourning dove, song sparrow, tufted titmouse
