I enjoyed my river-walk with Max today. There were several baseball games going on while I was there, so there were more people at the Bow. (Pet Peeve = people who throw cigarette butts into the bush. Buddy, are you aware of the fires burning in B.C.?) I made no sightings of the Bald Eagles today, so they must have withdrawn into solitude elsewhere. I’ve enjoyed the nesting House Wrens as their wee ones have fledged and it’s like all of the dead fall becomes a home for the ‘chittering’ sounds. This morning, I focused on capturing them with my camera. I stood still and enjoyed every moment.
The struggle of two small birds in a Bridge Street back yard.
In June, I wrote a post (One Voice) about an elusive bird that was calling out repetitively, seeking out its mate. I thought there was no hope for this spritely male, after weeks of June crooning. This post is a record of a partnership. What my readers will hear is a defensive chatter as both birds try desperately to ward off ‘the enemy’. Bridge Street is inundated with black birds and squirrels. I don’t know how many small birds actually fend off such a huge number of predators. This nest was abandoned a short two days later and at the time of this recording, I had already heard the hungry chirps of hatchlings, their demise, unknown.
I spent June 30th in a rural setting with Lorraine and Ron Russell. In the evening, I sat with Lorraine and we shared stories, sipped apple-cinnamon tea and snacked on homemade butter tarts. It was so relaxing and a really special treat before landing upon a big family reunion in Raymond, the next morning. I have tried to capture the gist of my feelings in this short video. We all need to take time to reflect…and really listen to bird songs.