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Tag Archives: birds
Requiem for a Cardinal
9 Jan 14 A bird struck the sitting room window and dropped straight down. It lay on its side, orange beak pressed into the snow. Her body, a pale Cardinal red, vibrated as if the sound of the crash reverberated … Continue reading
Tundra Swans
Day 70. Tundra Swans clustered in the Niagara River near the north Grand Island Bridge.
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From the Kitchen Window a Mealworm Feast
Day 47. The Carolina wren Marie Read identified for me last week came back. It searched two converted stone chimney flue planters for hibernating insects or grit. I poured a pile of dried meal worms—a protein rich, beetle larvae—on top … Continue reading
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Cheer. Cheer. Birdie. Birdie. Birdie.
Day 42. Why don’t we see the cardinals’ breath in the two to three seconds they sing for Spring in February’s brittle six degree weather? Their ruffled valentine throats are an exhaled trill, “loud strings of clear down-slurred or two-parted … Continue reading