Traffic has resumed on the Atlantic flyway as fall migration begins. The songbirds have been gone for a few weeks now — the blackbirds, marsh wrens, and kingbirds have all left the watersides, leaving only tree sparrows behind. The osprey nests are empty, and just the hardiest egrets and herons remain, stalking the waters of Montezuma for fish and frogs. And there are … Read More ‘Bye-bye Birdies!
“He had the eye of a vulture,” Poe wrote. “Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold.” It isn’t so much the eye of the vulture, it’s the entire head. Small, smooth, and featherless, with flaring nostrils not found on any other raptor, the vulture is downright ugly, ugly enough to provoke an “ewwww!” from just about any bird fancier. Yet, if one … Read More A Face Only Its Mother Could Love
I mean, these aren’t exactly the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota. But this little one didn’t mind at all. The roadside vegetation — and whatever insects hiding therein — was just fine! A brief but enjoyable stop while on my way to Montezuma.