It was a day of small birds, immediately on enter the flat, mostly grass and shrub areas a veritable assault of house wrens were zipping between tree and tree to chatter, feed and seemingly try not to harass each other too much. The ever elusive Cardinal chipping in the distance, ever present on my journeys, sometimes seen, rarely for long and definitely never photographed to satisfaction. A small yellow bellied bird joins the warblers and then moves on.
In the pine stands Chickadees flit from branch to branch foraging, while a young goldfinch attempts to sing, practicing for when he finally has his breeding plumage.
Butterflies, dragonflies as large as wrens, and small insects seem to be omnipresent, along with an army of very small toads at every step.
A song sparrow sings from an empty branch on the way out, then moves into an area of relative shade to preen and rest after such vigorous work.
A bit hot for this non-sense, and the day is over 3 hours in.
In the pine stands Chickadees flit from branch to branch foraging, while a young goldfinch attempts to sing, practicing for when he finally has his breeding plumage.
Butterflies, dragonflies as large as wrens, and small insects seem to be omnipresent, along with an army of very small toads at every step.
A song sparrow sings from an empty branch on the way out, then moves into an area of relative shade to preen and rest after such vigorous work.
A bit hot for this non-sense, and the day is over 3 hours in.
