Saturday, June 16, 2012
Birding in June-it Sure Feels like it
So with expectations set low, off I went to do some birding nearby and hit my blocks to see if I could pick up any new species as I find that helps to keep things exciting as you all know my obsession with lists and numbers. The Turkey Vultures would already be up and getting ready to start their day in their favorite location which is on the power lines just down the street from my house.
I'd try and make my way slowly closer to it for a better look but it wanted to part of me either so off it went
Next would be Cross Street in hopes for a Bald Eagle as I've always been lucky there and was also curious to see how the Common Ravens were doing. I'd decide to go a different route this time and be somewhat lost in thought when I'd snap back to reality due to a sound that was reminiscent of a cuckoo. I'd stop dead in my tracks and cup my ears in the area I thought it was coming from and head that way, only to realize it was another direction so would have to repeat the process all over again. This would really spike my interest as I remember having the same issue when I got the Yellow-billed in that I could never pinpoint its location. I knew for certain it wasn't a Yellow as I've memorized all their whispers and calls so whipped out my Sibley's Droid bird guide to listen to the Black-billed. By the time I did all that the noise would disappear. Sigh, don't know what it was but it didn't sound like an amphibian to me as it sounded to hollow (almost as if it were calling into a tin can which is how I think both species of cuckoos sound. For all I know it's a raven call I'm not familiar with so will have to geek out at Xeno Canto when I get the chance and listen to their variations. All was not lost as I did get this Coops though but no eagle-Sigh
After that I'd decide to call it a day, go home, do some cooking and hang out in my yard. All would be quiet but did hear a scuffle across the street between a couple of American Crows and one of the local Northern Mockingbirds.
And now the best cat hiding flusher in all of the town. My son's friends bike that's not just a bike but a motorized bike with a motor so loud my house cats fight over each other to duck for cover out of fear of it. He'd come to pay a visit and I'd see the neighbors orange cat duck for its porch as the other neighbors pugs ran under the picnic table. I'd have my share of flushers too as both birds and squirrels fled as he headed up the drive way. It's so loud we know when he's coming for a visit when he's a quarter of a mile away from us so can only imagine the trauma inflicted of any living creature within his path.
And of course what's barbecue without beer! Go on, guess which one I drank first!
But of course! How could I not! HA. While I liked it, it was a little on the bitter side but would buy it again, just for the bottle. HA
Take care all.