"In the night...the scream of the rabbit is terrible. But the scream of the owl which is not of pain and hopelessness and fear of being plucked out the world, but of the sheer rollicking glory of the death-bringer, is more terrible still. When I hear it resounding through the woods, and then the five black pellets of its song dropping like stones into the air, I know I am standing on the edge of the mystery, in which terror is naturally and abundantly part of life, part of even the most becalmed, intelligent, sunny life--as for example, my own. The world where the owl is endlessly hungry and endlessly on the hunt is the world in which I live, too. There is only one world."
Mary Oliver, Blue Pastures

Friday, May 19, 2017

"It was a cold and stormy night" - Snoopy.

And it was damn cold today. And damp - heavy wool over-shirt, fedora and glove weather. We have had wonderful relatives onboard for the past couple of days. It was mid-afternoon before I could get down to the garden alone to bang off a few shots. The Tennessees were still out in numbers. I am starting to love them for their subtlety and "friendliness". I finally got a Redstart - settled for a female today, looking for a male tomorrow maybe. The light wasn't great, but a male Blackburnian made a couple of pit stops to light it up. The Blackpoll surprised me because I haven't seen one in the tree tops for a week or more. All good birds today. 

Tennessee Warblers


Redstart  Warbler (female)

Blackburnian Warbler

Blackpoll Warbler

Nashville Warbler


Black-And-White Warbler
Wobblers still incoming, - Gunnar

2 comments:

Twinpines2 said...

Lovely pics. It's great to have them come to you rather than having to hunt for them. Patience either way.

Gunnar Berg said...

Thank you for your understanding and patience.