At sunset the bird sang one last song before the frogs began.
Tag: nature blogging
Celebrating World Migratory Bird Day
Imagine moving twice a year in a changing landscape that presents you with constant danger.
A new article published on all about birds titled “Is Bird Migration Getting More dangerous” details the dangers birds overcome and the challenges they face during the most dangerous time of the year for birds. A piece well worth the read as a tribute to the avian world on a celebratory day.
Violet Green
Wrentit
Peeking into the shrubs to get a view of the ever-present but what seemed to be always-hidden singer of a wonderful back and forth duet of sound that guided us on our walks in a costal forest. The Wrentit is a beautiful bird with a piercing eye that inhabits the costal scrub and chaparral along the west coast of the United States. They are prolific singers the fill the forests with song at all hours of the day making it easy to know they are present even if seeing them is a chore. Wrentits are non-migratory and it is reported that they may not travel further than half a mile from where they were born.
American Pipit
American Pipits breed on the arctic tundra as well high alpine meadows yet can regularly be observed during winter and spring migration, as was the case this day. While they sometime can be an inconspicuous looking bird the touch of peachy-orange on this bird certainly drew our attention her way as she foraged contently on a fresh hatch of spring insects.
As the clouds move in
As the clouds move in from above the water flows below.
Seeing the wind blow.
Some days it’s hidden yet ever present.
While other days you can see the wind blow.
Willet
A willet enjoys the temporary ponds and the meals within created by spring rains before migrating to a more suitable habitat along further north.
When trees talk
While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.
Memory
Memory is a funny thing. What was a moment of reflection becomes a reflection of a reflection.
Seasons pass and come again blurring into one.
A season that never came.
A season that never left.
Places you’ve been seem close yet far and never how they are.
Yes, memory is a quite peculiar thing.
nature has no boss 
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