Posted by: atowhee | April 21, 2020


“To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace…”   –Pete Seeger, c. 1959

It’s April so “my” Baker Creek American Dippers are nesting again…under “their” bridge in this year’s newly built moss hut.  I felt some guilt spying on them, making them nervous.  There was considerable scolding and singing by the two adults because they could see me beneath their bridge, not ten yards from their precious nest.  Finally their wariness was overcome by the parents’ insistent need to feed the nestlings and each flew to the opening and poked the food into eager gapes.  Then I left, not wanting to further disturb their hunt and fetch routine along the creek.
Here are some of my images.  First the two adults near one another before they sequentially delivered insects to the nestlings:bcd23 (2)
Here are each of the adults delivering food, terrible light and I don’t want to spook them by using a flash…the bold yellow is the gape of the nestlings (at least two):


Violence in our garden.  I saw the flutter and the fall:


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