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| Wood Thrush Hylocichla mustelina |
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| Wood Thrush Hylocichla mustelina |
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| Wood Thrush Hylocichla mustelina |
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| Dark-eyed Junco Junco hyemalis |
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| House Finch Haemorhous mexicanus |
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| Purple Finch Carpodacus purpureus |
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| White-throated Sparrow Zonotrichia albicollis |
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| Eastern Grey Squirrel Sciurus carolinensis (With a bad case of the jumpies) |
Hush! Don’t rush or you’ll flush the Wood Thrush in the bush! Isn't that what they say?
Went for a late-morning nosey round the Cem, after recent reports of a very late Wood Thrush. We ran into Rob and Henry at the feeders, who kindly gave us the most recent disposition of the Wood Thrush. Their intel was accurate, and we quickly found the bird by the stream behind the feeders. This is aways a “Wow!” bird, and these were the best views I’ve ever had of this reclusive and gorgeous species. All of my previous Wood Thrush encounters have been sweaty, mosquito-tormented affairs in the deep woods of June.
This individual was foraging under the leaves at the stream’s edge (the only leaves in the cemetery not covered in snow), and was quite confiding. I do hope this bird gets turned back around, and gets off safely to Georgia, or wherever it's meant to be.
“Excuse me sir, but I think your squirrel is broken.”
Near the fireman memorial, an Eastern Grey Squirrel was misfiring in the snow, jumping way too high, and acting odd in general. What would explain this? Cold feet? Drunk on fermented Ginko berries? Perhaps it banged its little squirrel noggin? I worry for its fate.
All in all, a pleasant and refreshing cemeterial jaunt, with 19 bird species were encountered in 3.5 hours. Also of note were five species of woodpecker, and a white dove being shadowed by an American Crow. Perhaps the dove was released at a fancy funeral that was underway?
Oh hey, it’s winter now, by the way.
Wood Thrush!
This individual was foraging under the leaves at the stream’s edge (the only leaves in the cemetery not covered in snow), and was quite confiding. I do hope this bird gets turned back around, and gets off safely to Georgia, or wherever it's meant to be.
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“Excuse me sir, but I think your squirrel is broken.”
Near the fireman memorial, an Eastern Grey Squirrel was misfiring in the snow, jumping way too high, and acting odd in general. What would explain this? Cold feet? Drunk on fermented Ginko berries? Perhaps it banged its little squirrel noggin? I worry for its fate.
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All in all, a pleasant and refreshing cemeterial jaunt, with 19 bird species were encountered in 3.5 hours. Also of note were five species of woodpecker, and a white dove being shadowed by an American Crow. Perhaps the dove was released at a fancy funeral that was underway?
Oh hey, it’s winter now, by the way.
Wood Thrush!
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