First we came upon this sweet tweet singing its little heart out, quite a lovely song. I’m fairly certain it’s a female house finch, Carpodacus mexicanus. Update: This may be a fox sparrow. [Thank you, Ken.]
Then, not much further along the trail, here was another one singing away just as beautifully. Birds typically sing to establish their territories, so I guess we encountered a birdie version of “This land is your land, this land is my land.”
And if I’ve given you an earworm with this Woody Guthrie song, my apologies. Click here if you want the rest of the lyrics.
There’s lots to like these days if you’re a birdwatcher. Here’s an American goldfinch that stopped by the bachelor buttons in my garden the other day. It’s one of the most colorful of a nice array of summer visitors.
“I’m getting so tired of you crazy humans pointing those things at me.”
“How about a stretch? Does that make you happy?”
“And a bit of wing action. You want wing?”
“There. Is that good enough?”
“Now go point that thing somewhere else, will you?”
Our house is blessed with a view of the Olympic Mountains that rarely fails to lift my heart. But starting in April we also have an ever changing array of birds that parade or flit by our windows. Nothing very exotic, mind you, though the occasional bald eagle is always exciting. The other day this quail decided to hang out near our kitchen window. These days they often peck around in small groups in the early evenings, calling to each other and taking turns standing watch.
Here’s to a good day for you of the mothering persuasion. I hope you’re happily surrounded by your loving chicks. Should you be short, here are some at Sunny Farms waiting for adoption.
First two Canada geese emerged from shrubbery by the side of the road, energetically bobbing their heads and necks. They seemed to be in animated discussion. As they moved closer to the edge of the road suddenly a fluffy little contingent formed up and followed behind Mom and Dad.
I got as close as I dared, which is to say that I kept my distance. The little goslings were just big enough to show above the grass.
We’ve enjoyed a little kildeer in our backyard for the last couple of weeks. They often browse in our grass but this one sticks around and got rather upset when my husband mowed behind our septic mounds. Within a day or two our suspicions were confirmed: there was a fluffy little chick that was soon pecking in the grass too. It has moved too fast so far for a photo op.
This Canada goose marched through the yard last week. They’re very common around here but not in our yard. I know they’re not often welcome guests but I rather liked seeing this one goose stepping around…and then he disappeared.