Date: 10/10/17 5:18 pm From: Herschel Raney <herschel.raney...> Subject: Fayetteville
Stayed east of the city this week on a hillock, I would call it, above Lake Sequoyah. I had a window through the trees down to the lake and I could see a single Great Egret several times, walking in the shallow waters. A Great Blue groaned distantly as well.
A local Red-shouldered Hawk visited. And many "Red-shouldered" Jays. Soaring Turkey Vultures cutting through the trees, riding the lifts. Quite a few Black Vultures, also riding the harder winds with those blunter wings, those less lifting primaries. And a single high soaring Northern Harrier, the Marsh Hawk of my early birding years. A female, cutting with Turkey Vultures. If you want to test your winging skills, well, trying flying with Turkey Vultures. She held her own, drifting off westward down the ridge.
In the trees many White-breasted Nuthatches. One even came and perched on the rail of the deck in the cabin I was in. Also at least five or six Hairy Woodpeckers. More than I see in my area all year.
Crow gangs. Crows in the fog. Crows calling into the shadowy morning trees, talking of things far more important than I can know.
At the Botanical garden a calling House Wren. Calling with odd sounds that made me stop and smile. I always stop and smile when I hear a bird noise that I don't know. I thought it was a House Wren and then it came up as a House Wren. The world was ordered.
And each day what seems to be a local flock of Canada Geese called as they went over my deck. One morning the flock was flying east to west cocking just at the right angle for the rising sun to show on their bellies.
And then this last morning in the fog, those Specklebellies in the mist, coming over close, emerging for just a glimpse as they winged oddly northeast. Easily one of the loveliest sounds in our local nature: the passing southward White-fronted Goose. They make me want to lay down on the wet ground and wait for more.