Dear Birders (celebrating migration),
On Tuesday, while waiting at the bus stop for a seven-year-old friend, I heard a familiar sound coming from up the road. Once Levi got off the bus, we investigated:
A: Put your stuff in the car, we’re going for a walk down the road.
L: Where are we going?”
A: To hear an orchestra.
L: What’s an orchestra?
A: A group of musicians working together to make beautiful music.
At that point, he stopped walking down the road and just listened.
A: Where do you suppose we’ll find them?
He knew just the spot, where a small stream ribbons its way through a young forest, near very wet woods. Sure enough, there they were!
A: I’ll count them first and then keep the number to myself and you can count. Okay, I’ve got my number.
I hand my bins to him.
L: Wow! These are nice binocl’rs!...I can’t count that many!
A: It is a lot. I counted 98...all males.
The birds flew across the road in much better viewing conditions.
A: Woah! One of them changed into a Starling!
L: Okay, so there’s...97!
We listened to their chatter and watched them eventually all fly off in smaller groups.
A: You want to enter the data in your eBird account?...