Posted by: atowhee | March 28, 2020

WHO NEEDS ‘EM?

I am not even sure birds pause to consider that question about our species.  Their behavior indicates they are eagerly taking advantage of our absence in nature.  This morning I drove through a city park, officially open but unpeopled.  CV, cold and rain=no people in the park.  Robins and starlings were using the soccer field.  Others of their species were bathing in shallow pools of water.  All that open space and no large lumbering mammals.  Bird paradise for the nonce.
Yesterday I saw a starling carrying nesting material and it entered a hole at the edge of the roof of a business building that is also devoid of people and their hammering and drilling.  A starling snug, quiet, waterproof, just what starling eggs require.

In our garden the Audubon’s Warblers rule now.  In flight they flash the black, white and gray semaphore signals of a winter Willet.  The white tail-lights blink on and off as the tail fans out, then contracts.  Their bold and  bright yellow patches contrast with the purple-black chest spots.  I think the warblers would vote to keep us around if an avian pollster asked.  They LOVE my suet logs; nature provides nothing half so pleasing in March–protein and fat, yummy.

We are at Peak Warblerwoww4 (2)What is Peak Warbler–they come and go so briskly it is hard to estimate their number–12?  15? More?  Fluttering, flitting, fighting, flapping, fidgeting–it is a world of whirling warblers.  There cold hardly be room for more in our garden or on a single suet log where up to six will cling at once.  Their frenzied actions make even the Bushtits seem sedate.

Despite the cold and rain a siskin was singing his fulls spring song today, leading to the/ending crescendo of the bzzzzzzzzzzt, rising in pitch and volume.

Along Cozine Creek this morning the dog and I found some Varied Thrush with their robin cousins, and a mint family member in bloom. In the first forest shot you get the full frame, try to spot the orange eyebrow.  Last image I zoomed in virtually, thrush in full view:

Petals shower down in the wind, leaving sidewalks, lawns, even lowly gutters decorous with soft pinks and whites.  The cherries, plums, crabapples, star magnolia seem to have no end of blossoms.  Soon they’ll fade, giving center stage to the next wave–apples, later magnolias, dogwoods.  All this will happen whether people pay attention or stare at their small screens inside.


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