Be still my birding heart
November 16, Sunday morning fog fighting sun, five mile walk, down to Canyon Park Starbucks and then on to the little wilderness behind the business park down 228th. Way at the beginning, blocks from my house, the 9:30 LBFJ birds are playing after breakfast. So too the Crow trios on telephone wires. I’ve learned to hear these robins, chickadees, and juncos. Is that the peer peer peer of a Redtail in the distance? The Cok-a-ree of blackbirds? But we’re miles from a marsh yet. (more…)