Morning Dove |
I headed right down to the pond in hopes of seeing the wood duck and heard a veritable chorus of bullfrogs that sounded like an orchestra of plucked violin strings at weird intervals. Saw a little kinglet I think, in a branch right over my head. Heard the mallard and then I saw HIM in the middle of the pond. The wood duck I've been yearning for and he was very handsome too. Of course, he sensed my presence and moved as far away as possible and then flew off before I could get a picture. Oh well…
Baltimore Oriole |
The mourning dove we saw building a nest yesterday before and after our canoe trip is now sitting in the nest and you can see her eye peeking through the branches in the picture at top left.
Notice me! I'm a great singer. |
On the way down the path, I saw some movement in a little shrub and caught a very brief glimpse of the Northern parula. I think it was the female as it was more gray than blue.
As I was leaving, I ran into Ian who had just arrived. He saw a magnolia warbler in the scrub near the meadow so I went to check it out. I missed out on that, but then we both saw a black poll briefly, but very close up. Very exciting!