Day 88

March 29, 2021

Snowy, windy, sunny, cloudy, windy, sunny.......New England. 

The life cycle of the heron is a needle

stitching through a piece of fabric

bright with a strong contrasting                                     colored thread.

You can follow its twists and turns

across the steady linen.

A consistent bird beep beating out the   same careful rhythm over and over                          while others  sing

in and out of my auditory range,

a symphonic opening to the rookery.

The prehistoric sound of the heron

hide in the background.

I saw a pointy beak woodpecker looking bird flying, but staying still for a  minute.  May have been a Northern Flicker.  Don't know.  

Titmouse was dominating the airwaves.

Other birds I saw in rookery: chickadee, tufted titmouse, red winged b.b., Canada geese, common merganser

and in the canal I saw more of the same, plus a female hooded merganser, and a lot of small birds moving too quickly for me to identify, although I'm pretty sure I took a picture of a phoebe.

And in the Cove on the Connecticut there were at least 20 swan.  But the crowds of birds that existed over last week were gone.  There were 2 pairs of geese in the canal and I didn't see any in the river.  And there were no big flocks of gulls flying over head.

I ended my ride at the pool and there were a few mallards hanging around.  Ultimately, I think the wind was too much for most of the birds.   And I have no idea where the birds of prey were at all.

This is Sasha, she is lovely.  She is a new companion of my friend, Fritz.  Samoyeds are one of my favorite breeds.