The huge front that is blowing migrants to points south came through today. I was oh-so pleased to see our FOS dark-eyed juncos, and it seems that they brought some visitors with them. After taking a few pictures of the juncos, I was walking past the front window and saw what appeared to be strangely-colored goldfinches. Oh, Hell no.
I hit the floor in my birder-commando crawl and peeked up over the couch. PINE SISKINS.
A life bird and a yard bird at the same time. Hot damn.
That same wind is going to blow me into Cape May, New Jersey tomorrow. I will be arriving in Atlantic City and then driving an hour south to Cape May, THE MIGRATION MAINLINE.
Start tapping that vein, Susan. You are about to get a big bolus of Birding Heaven.
I noticed that we are all converging on Cape May during the full moon. Anyone feel weird about that? I don't know about the rest of you, but I will be howling.
This is Susan, signing off until tomorrow. Next broadcast: Cape May, NJ.