"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

Monday, May 14, 2018

May 14th - Morning Birds

There was also had a Scarlet Tanager in the white flowering crab. No photos, but it was a marvelous sight to behold. It was a cool morning, the light was off and on ... then it started to sprinkle. Because I am a confirmed wuss I came in to warm my hands around a heavy Buffalo China cup of hot coffee. I really like the last Swainson's covered with tiny water droplets. The Magnolia is technically okay too, though the pose is a little stiff. I tend to prefer photos where the bird looks as if it was interrupted on a mission and is a little embarrassed that it was caught. 

Northen Parula

Magnolia Warbler

Chestnut-sided Warbler

Yellow Warbler

Swainson's Thrush

There are other species working the tiny insects in the high oak catkins that will need to come down for a drink and bath later, and I am not satisfied with the Parula and Chestnut-sided pics. Maybe more photographs if the light gets better later in the day. Be well - Gunnar

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