So what’s a girl to do?
Louisa May Alcott is my passion but so are spring birds!
Two weeks out of the year, the spring migrants come through my area. I am fortunate to live in what’s known as a “fly zone” where all sorts of colorful birds with lovely songs spend a few days before continuing on up north to Canada to nest.
The weather is key as to how this all shakes out. All last week we had dreary, gray and cool weather with temperatures in the 50s. Just 300 miles away, temps were in the 70s. The cold front we were stuck in acted like a wall, and the birds were waiting.
Saturday morning, temperatures rose slightly, opening the door. And the birds streamed in!
Every birder dreams of witnessing a “fall-out” where literally, all different kinds of birds rain down upon the observer. I had that experience on Saturday. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Pictured are all the birds I saw in a 2 hour period.
I have to imagine that Henry David Thoreau must have experienced at least one “fall-out” in his lifetime (and probably more). Maybe Louisa experienced it with him (dreamy :-)). Did he talk excitedly to himself as I did watching 2 brilliant red Scarlet Tanagers singing and chasing each other? Thank goodness no one was around to see!
Did he lie on his back to watch the birds so high up in the trees? I did (stupidly, forgetting about the danger of deer ticks!). Glorious! And luckily, I found the two deer ticks on me.
So, in the morning, when I’m indulging in my Louisa passion, reading, writing for this blog, or just writing, I hear the spring birds singing outside, longing to grab my binoculars for another look.
Remember that song, “Torn Between Two Lovers”? That’s me! At least, until the spring migration is over.
What a glorious time of year!
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Lucky you.It is a glorious time of year, and we have azaleas, lilac, dogwood, wistaria all at once. I have a problem with birds. If I can hear the bird I can’t see the bird. If I see the bird it moves on before I get a good look at it. I’m better with wild flowers. They stay put for prolonged observation.
It does take a lot of practice to see the birds and I still struggle with the binoculars. I’m far-sighted so that always helps too!
I’m a total bust with flowers! And I’m the daughter of a Wellesley College botany major who worked in the greenhouses! Go figure. :-). I managed to kill the little hydrangea bush my sister gave me for Easter.