I sometimes wonder if people get bored with my raptor-fetish. Sure, birds of prey are cool (and they know it) but though my life is usually raptor this and raptor that, I do on occasion enjoy other birds.
One bird that fills me to overflowing with joy is the tree swallow. I fell in love with these aerial artistes when they started nesting here in our yard. I had hoped for purple martins, but it seems that our place is better suited for the TRES.
While we haven't seen "our" tree swallows yet this year (they are OVERDUE. Where the hell are they?) Armleder Park gave me my TRES fix the other day.
I could look at them all day. They are one of the most comfortable birds, happy to fly right over us and be so relaxed as to land right where they had begun. Their voice is like liquid. Their iridescence is impossible to explain....sterling blue and then suddenly flat black, then sometimes an almost green. My heart is happier every time I see one.
Another bird that, while not as conventionally beautiful as the tree swallows, makes my breath catch is the song sparrow.
What a song to come from such a "plain" throat.
An interesting find while banding the GHOW chicks at Winton....the girls found a goose, in the woods, on a nest.
And a single egg, strangely wedged under a log:
Will you just look at that goose? That's like a...loaf....of goose.