May might be my favorite month. The energy of spring swells in every living thing. I remain in awe of all the energy. A Catbird sings all night outside our open window. Robins begin their singing at 5:15am. That’s the warm-up for the avian symphony that will last all day. I heard a Black Poll Warbler in the yard this morning as squadrons of Chimney Swifts flew overhead. When the Black Poll passes through on its way to the Artic to breed, the other late migrants should be here as well: Yellow Billed Cuckoos and Dickcissels.
I can hear Bobolinks and Bobwhites everyday here in Swoope. The Bobolinks have the craziest song I have … [Read More...]