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 desultory chirping of insects. 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:
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. We saw this Little Blue Heron:
In Philadelphia this past week I saw this young Peregrine Falcon:
I was also surprised to see how common Gray Catbirds were in downtown Philadelphia.
Meanwhile, back at home, and in the back yard today, I saw a couple of regulars:
To Westminster Woods with my better half (at least, that’s what the Coke Zero can said this morning) to see Gram. We saw a couple of birds:
Late this afternoon I watched a male Northern Cardinal feed two youngsters in our back yard. Here he is with one of them:
And here’s a juvenile by itself:
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. There were half a dozen Eastern Bluebirds just outside her hall, on the lake side. Here’s a juvenile:
Across the lake, a Great Blue Heron was on the hunt for a meal.
The back yard is brimming with juvenile birds. The family of four Carolina Wrens still mob the mixed-nut feeder together. Over the last few days I’ve watched a male Downy Woodpecker feed a juvenile male and a juvenile female. Today I watched the juvenile Red-bellied Woodpecker land on the cage I’ve put around the mixed-nut feeder, and fly away empty-beaked. I just put the cage up yesterday to thwart the Common Grackles. One of the two male Northern Cardinals has figured out how to shimmy inside. Also today I saw at least three juvenile Tufted Titmice, all clamoring for food–at least one parent obligingly brought them mixed nut bits and seeds. Finally, I’ve seen a male American Redstart over the past two days. It appears fond of the oleander. I can’t wait for the oleander to grow back–our yard will get a lot more traffic, especially migratory birds looking for a drink from the bubbler.
To Westminster Woods to see Gram. When we took a spin around the lake, I saw several Eastern Bluebirds. Near the end of our walk, I spotted one sitting on the corner of a bench. I got Gram up close enough for her to see it. When it flew away, and she laughed. “Thank you,” she said.