I woke up this morning at 5 am with the goal of getting to the cemetery by 6:10 to watch the sunrise and birds wake up. The air was warm enough for me to have the windows rolled down to totally appreciate the moment. Slowly but surely the inky gray sky turned red, than orange and finally blue. I could see squirrels climbing down from their dwellings to start the day, crows flew by crowing away and mallards flew into the river eager for breakfast. Suddenly the rest of the cemetery came to life. In a few seconds time the air was filled with a symphony of bird song. The lead vocalist as far as I was concerned was my beloved chickadee. For this little guy sang the song I have yearned to hear all winter long. The cemetery echoed with phee bee, phee bee, phee bee phee, phee bee phee. I tried searching for him but he was too far into the woods. I decided to stop looking and just listen.
Let me tell you getting up at the crack of dawn to be out in nature is something everyone should experience at least once. In all my 40 years of living I have never done it. This morning is a morning I will never forget. It was as if all of a sudden all of my senses came to life at the same time the sun rose. It was very spiritual and just what I needed to get myself out of this winter funk I have been in. It is something I will be doing again very soon.
The first picture you see is of a robin eating sumac today. The robins were very busy this morning eating any kind of berry they could find. I was very concerned about them early on, but they have proven to be resilient birds who can indeed survive a New England winter. The second photo was taken this morning at the cemetery as the sun rose.
My red bellied woodpecker perched on a tree deciding on whether she should start on the peanuts or suet first.