Archive for the 'Migrants' Category

Kirtland’s Warbler Festival - A Celebration of Nature

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

For several years my hubby and I volunteered at the annual Kirtland’s Warbler festival, held in neighboring Roscommon County. I usually helped out at Joe Rogers rehab presentation and Garry helped little tykes bait their hooks at the fishing pond. This is wonderful festival, that celebrates not only the Kirtland’s Warbler, but […]

Jelly-heads

Monday, May 12th, 2008

At least that’s what I fondly call Baltimore Orioles, a few of which I photographed today- we have over 2 dozen adult males, females and a few immatures here now scarfing orange halves and grape jelly down like crazy.. such animated sugar-buzzed birds :)

Out There

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

We had a most beautiful visitor today- one we haven’t seen on our property for way too long. The oddity is Evening Grosbeaks travel in large mixed focks, but this bright fella is alone. I don’t usually take feeder images, but I’m still very weak - it was grand just to see him […]

The Greatest Show on Earth

Tuesday, May 6th, 2008

‘With colors of red, black and white-
Striking at rest- striking in flight’
Two males are having a territorial battle out back today.. this is the most aggressive of all woodpeckers. They glow in the bright sun as the fallout of wingeds continues..the greatest show on earth.. and then some.

Fallout

Monday, May 5th, 2008

We’ve had a HUGE fallout of migrants today- among the 17 ‘new’ arrivals I’ve heard/seen so far arriving on strong south-westerly warm winds (the best for pushing birds northward) is my most favorite bird - our first male Ruby-throated hummingbird. He’s drinking nectar, I’m happy dancing.
Ahh, just heard an Ovenbird and dashed into the […]

Joy

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008

BIRD SONG
Laura E. Richards
The robin sings of willow-buds,
Of snowflakes on the green;
The bluebird sings of Mayflowers,
The crackling leaves between;
The veery has a thousand tales
To tell to girl and boy;
But the oriole, the oriole,
Sings, “Joy! joy! joy!”
The pewee calls his little mate,
Sweet Phoebe, gone astray,
The warbler sings,
“What fun, what fun,
To tilt upon the spray!”
The […]