For the past ten days I have been listening to and enjoying the 'trilling'
song of a pine warbler from the scattering of one hundred year-old white pines
growing in and about our property. However, there remained the lingering 5%
doubt, could it be a chipping sparrow? Well, with binoculars in hand, I
finally put to rest that 5% erosion of confidence, allowing my eyes to confirm
that which my ears had informed me!
Also in hand I had my scope in hopes of pinpointing a raven nest across the
valley on a "West Mountain' ledge. I was treated to an exciting display of
the pair of raven in an extended 'dog fight' with a red-tailed hawk. It so
happened that the day before the ravens had the obvious advantage but yesterday
the red-tail had the ravens in retreat with intimidating dives and superb
While absorbed in this drama a persistent male yellow-bellied sapsucker was
drilling away at a new cavity letting me and the neighborhood know of his
presence with the occasional 'screech'. After about fifteen minutes he was
joined by the female, crest erect, and following a little mutual chatter, they
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