Birding has been limited as of late.  Ingrid, a 4th grade teacher, has been finishing up her last few days of school, and I had developed a nasty rash caused by the Brown-tailed Caterpillar . . . undoubtably contacted on a birding expedition.  Our son, always the wise guy, was quick to retort: “Birding is Dangerous – It’s just like Football – You have to understand the risks.”  We’re writing him out of our will.

Anyway, yesterday I managed to get out in the early evening.  First I tried a trail managed by the Chewonki Foundation that led down to creek which is reportedly a great place to Bird . . . but I found the trail to be impassible. I returned to nearby Eaton Farm and saw quite a few little buggers.  By buggers, I mean birds with bugs in their mouths:

Birds are caring for young and bringing protein back to their nests.

Later I watched three turkeys moving through a meadow.  Amazing how prevalent this bird has become . . . considering they were only reintroduced in Maine in 1978-1979 after being extinct since the early 1800s.   Forty-one birds were brought over from Vermont and released in York and Eliot.  The state’s entire population grew from these birds.

Other sightings:

As I was about to jump in my car and head home, I started to hear a loud, high pitched whistle from deep in the woods.  I followed it, not really knowing what was making the sound.  I finally discovered it,coming upon a Broad-winged hawk perched at the top of a tree.  It took little notice of me, emitting a screech every 30 seconds or so.  A real treat.

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