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.
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.