Birdsong brings great joy to many. A robin song on an early March day as winter is loosening its grip reminds us that warmer days filled with flowers and more birdsong are soon approaching.
There's a new kid in town. This one is a large blackbird with an outrageous tail, appropriately named the great-tailed grackle.
The late winter sun provides a touch of warmth while I'm working in the yard, and the first tentative songs are beginning to break the winter silence.
Rustle. Rustle. Cluck. Cluck. Cluck. Whooosh! Ten? Fifteen? More? Who can tell? The plump birds explode from the shrubs along the driveway and sail off into the neighbor's yard.
Around the world, there are clay-colored thrushes, island thrushes, creamy-bellied thrushes, rufous-backed robins, bare-eyed thrushes, Siberian thrushes and common (Eurasian) blackbirds.
They should all be dead. The hummingbirds.
Among birds and mammals, symmetry is beauty. Females frequently choose mates, in part, on how balanced antlers, horns, facial features and the like are displayed.
The large black oak stands alone in the field. It is a survivor. The tree was spared when the rest of the forest was cut to create a pasture.
Summer seems like an odd time for birds to migrate north. Most are wrapping up breeding and preparing for the southward trek.
Tumblers and tipplers, homers and carriers, pouters and rollers all testify to the close association between pigeons and their relatives and people.
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