"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
It was another good day in the Growlery Garden watching Warblers picking bugs and splashing in Oakwood Creek. I got a passel of pitchers of various species. Lorna was on a boat on Minnetonka, a day or two in the Big City with her sisters and friends, so I am going to just post Redstarts, the way she would have.
The males (with the orange tint) are not quite as flashy as in their Spring breeding plumage, but they are still gorgeous creatures, as are the females, the ones Lorna calls "Yellowstarts". They are both proud of their tails aren't they?
These are for her, the photos she would have taken had she been here. - Gunnar B.
Pictures taken from the Growlery bench this afternoon from about 3:00 until dusk. Warblers except for a Least Flycatcher, one very wet Chickadee, and a Goldfinch in the group bath. This started out with A LOT of photographs. I think I have sorted them all out, probably missed a couple of species, but I am just going to just dump them here and let you I.D. them if you want to.