The “eagle flies on Friday” referred to payday in T-Bone Walker’s classic blues song “Stormy Monday”. In my case the Eagles flew on Saturday. A pair of the them flew overhead marking the first time I have ever seen eagles from our perch on Ball Rd. They are magnificent large birds in flight and it was a spectacular reward for getting up early and going out to my bird watching chair at the bottom of the garden.
Throughout this year, which has tested my fortitude on the gardening side (pests to the right of him, drought to the left of him, onward he blundered), watching the birds has a redeemed my investment of time and patience with many new discoveries. In particular, I’ve found that long after the fruit has disappeared from the mulberry tree it still acts as a haven for bird life. I don’t think I ever looked as carefully during the summer to fall transition and I probably just never noticed the many little birds that pass through as a part of their migration.
A few years ago I saw, just once, a scarlet tanager in full color. Now, each time a cardinal flashes by, I keep expecting to see a tanager again. What I hadn’t anticipated is that all that flashy red color disappears by fall and when the tanager came by I had to do a fair amount of research to discover that was the pretty yellow visitor.
At one point I saw him eating and I fervently hope this is a stink bug that he has captured.
It has been a pleasure to see new birds (to me at least) several times a week. Clearly there is a limit to this realm of discovery but it does amaze me how frequently new faces are showing up here. The warblers and flycatchers all have the characteristic of rapid motion in the tree and photographing them is a challenge. And then, even when I have the picture, determining the identity of birds which are perhaps most easily distinguished by their song is even more difficult. I will share some of the images with the clear invitation that if you can better identify these visitors I am open to suggestions.