This afternoon I caught a glimpse of a Black-throated Blue Warbler in the woods behind my house. I realized that it had been a while since I’d really looked for the birds. So I did, and saw a few more migrating birds, including a Hooded Warbler and a pair of American Redstarts. I also saw a number of year-round residents: Northern Cardinals, Tufted Titmice, Red-bellied Woodpeckers, Downy Woodpeckers, and Carolina Wrens.
Here’s the Black-throated Blue Warbler:
Black-throated Blue Warbler
Here’s the Hooded Warbler:
Here’s the female American Redstart:
American Redstart (female)
And here’s one of the Tufted Titmice:
We spent a week in Alaska. The first picture I want to post is a bird for Gram, specifically a Black-capped Chickadee, the northern counterpart of the Carolina Chickadees we have.
These pictures were all taken outside the Lakeview Inn, which is close to Denali National Park & Preserve. We saw several Snowshoe Hares, which are all beginning to get their white fur for winter.
My grandmother, Eloise Bame Diller, passed away early this morning at 106 years of age. Above is a snapshot of her that I took on August 8, 2018. Below is her obituary. She can rest assured that I’ll continue taking pictures of birds for her.
To Westminster Woods to see Gram, who is now resting comfortably in her apartment. I took some pictures by the lake.
Little Blue Heron
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. After lunch, she fell fast asleep. I went out by the lake and took this picture of an Anhinga to show her next time.
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. On our spin around the lake we met a lovely woman named Carol and her dog, Jenny, a small four-year-old rescue with red, silky fur. Carol kindly lifted Carol twice so that Gram could pet her. Jenny had a sweet disposition. When another woman approached with a small white dog, Jenny sat obediently, her tail wagging furiously.
At the observation deck, another resident–a woman who moved here five weeks ago from Virgina–was throwing bread for the fish and turtles. Gram gazed out at the scene before her–hundreds of fish and probably ten turtles, including one soft shell–vying for pieces of bread. The woman from Virginia said she hadn’t seen an alligator yet since moving to Florida, though her daughter, a long-time Florida resident, had assured her that wherever there was water in Florida, there was an alligator. Definitely true. This morning I’d seen one at the lake at Hanna Park. I pointed it out to a woman fishing nearby. “Look,” I said, pointing to the alligator’s head, the only part visible in the water. She nodded wearily and said nothing.
On our walk Gram and I saw an Anhinga and a Green Heron. Both of them were hanging out near snags, making the background cluttered each time:
Back at home, I saw this Brown Thrasher, in molt:
Not what you want to see perched above the bird feeders in your back yard:
Juvenile Red-shouldered Hawk
It flew off just after I snapped this pic. A few minutes later, I spotted it again up in the canopy, tearing apart some unidentified prey.
Early this evening the cat and I sat on the deck, the day drawing slowly to a close. The sky still had some brightness, but everything was still and silent, except for the whine of insects that waxed and waned. I saw movement in the canopy in the woods behind our house, and then picked out the features–pointed face and ringed tail–of a raccoon at least sixty feet up in a tree. Here it is, about ten feet below where I first saw it:
Raccoon in Tree
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. We sat on the observation deck and watched this turtle basking in the sun.
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. We saw this Little Blue Heron:
Little Blue Heron
On our spin, we met Joyce and Rick Snell, who live in Eastwood. Ann came by with her little white dog, Joybee. Later, we saw Irwin with his dog, Sugar.