On a morning walk, my attention was drawn to the bugling sound that I’ve come to associate with the Sandhill Crane. Looking up, I saw strings of them coming across the sky above the farm fields, headed northward. Spring migration has begun.
“… the grand tour is just the inspired man’s way of heading home.” ~Paul Theroux
A small flock of birds that I did not immediately recognize visited my feeders earlier this week. They made themselves at home for part of a day, feasting upon black sunflower seeds. It turns out that they were Brown-headed Cowbirds in the process of molting into their winter plumage, and included some juveniles. I have kept an eye out for them, hoping to get another glimpse, but they have not shown up again.
“The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.” ~Unknown
Noisy strings of geese making their way across the farm fields of Northwest Tennessee.
“One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw is the spring.” ~Aldo Leopold
walking on a country road 