American Robin.
Snowed last night, a good five inches, I’d say. Plow guy came and gouged up my parking lot—but that’s OK. He’s dependable.
Worried about the woodcock, but they’ll be all right.
Tufted Titmouse.
Clomped up Beech Hill this afternoon, where none too many had trod. Quite a few birds up there despite the spring snow. No hawks, though. On the other hand, I had a nice ten or twelve minutes of reverie as I stood watching a pair of titmice poke about in a tangle of leafless vegetation, calling occasionally to each other. I can stand for a long while and observe birds just going about their business. They’re like magic to me. Fairies. Or tiny angels. And to watch them—really watch them—is for me the purest form of birding.
Foggy and drippy tonight. I wonder what tomorrow will have in store.
Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4:15 p.m., I hiked the open trail.
1. Song Sparrow**
2. Black-capped Chickadee**
3. American Goldfinch (v)
4. American Crow*
5. Mourning Dove (v)
6. Northern Cardinal** (v)
7. White-breasted Nuthatch (v)
8. Tufted Titmouse
Elsewhere
9. American Robin
10. Herring Gull
11. House Finch (v)
v = Voice only
*Also elsewhere
**Voice only elsewhere
Tags: American goldfinch, American robin, black-capped chickadee, herring gull, house finch, mourning dove, northern cardinal, song sparrow, tufted titmouse, white-breasted nuthatch
