Last week, driving south along Oak Hill Road, I believe around where Butternut Road comes in from the west, there was a field where there were many, many eastern meadowlarks, busy defending their territories, and singing constantly in between tussles with other males.
For those that haven't seen many of them lately, it is a treat. Let's hope it's a treat that continues for decades to come.
Black-crowned night heron still sits in the marsh easily seen from the road on Pond Road in Shelburne.
First wood thrush song of the year up here in Saint George, at about 800 feet elevation, seems to take a while for birds to settle in here. One began singing slightly before the robin outside my window at 4:35am, its song sounded at first a bit rough, but within an hour or less, it seemed to perfect the notes with a little practice.Yellow-rumped warblers singing first day, and a hooded warbler as well this weekend.
RBGB"s singing so beautifully, you almost forget how remarkably clear and fluid their song is until you hear it again that first time in the spring. Are we all ever fortunate to be able to witness all of this, it just blows my mind every spring.
I don't care how much science is in my or anyone's background, it makes me feel weak in the knees, and that's not from age. Whew.