Nineteen Warbler weekend. This morning, after the deluge, the creek noise was so loud I had trouble hearing the birds. Over past the bridge where we feed the raccoons, the water, for the first time in many years, ran over the road and washed gravel towards the main creek. I can only say that if my house floods, you are all dead, everyone out there.
While shoveling the gravel back onto the road, I heard what sounded like a chat. I moved towards the sound, cupping my ears, and had a White-eyed Vireo approach to make sure I wasn’t looking to eat vireo eggs. The expert chat mimic was either my local Brown Thrashers, actually mimicking some real birds, or a catbird among the many skulking catbirds around this morning. I don’t normally hear them doing their full song as they head north. I have heard them in Montana.
Yesterday, after sitting on the porch at dawn, and having a male Ruby-throat check every bloom on a 200 bloom Plectranthus sitting next to me, I was guilted into putting up the first sugar feeder. It took only a few minutes for the male to find it. I think two males are coming as well as one very alert and cautious female. She sneaks through the brush for arrival at the sugar.
And due to the raccoons, I now have to put out suet cakes and take them in at dark every day. The Red-bellied Woodpeckers made me feel low and useless checking every day for new suet to appear on the tree feeder. Cough coughing and backing down the tree to repeated emptiness. What kind of human am I? They immediately fed after I put up a ¼ cake. The male would eat and eat and then fill the bill for a trip east toward some woodbabies I assume. He comes all day.
Blackburnian and Golden-winged Warblers sneaking through silently today. One tree with both and some very noisy Tennessee and Black-throated Greens. You never know what you raise your binoculars to this time of year.
The first Cuckoo called in the windy dusk tonight. A signal bird for this woodland, along with Indigo Buntings, Mississippi Kites, Great Crested Flycatchers and Broad-winged Hawks. I am glad to hear them. I always will be.