Spent this past weekend birding in the White Mountains with a group led by Derek Lovitch from Freeport Wild Bird Supply. Our primary goal was finding Bicknell's Thrush, a secretive thrush only found in certain alpine habitats. The first night we went up on the Auto Road in a private, after-hours van to listen for the birds singing after sunset. At the summit, winds blasted us at 65 MPH. It was a bit too windy below, also, for us to see any birds, but we certainly enjoyed hearing them as clouds lit by the day's last light swept over the summit and across the valley.
My co-worker found a phoebe nest on the ground next to our office with two fledged chicks nearby and one chick almost ready to fledge. We let them be as the mother phoebe was on hand and watching attentively. Later, during a meeting, we could hear her outside the window anxiously chipping at them and occasionally flying down to them with food.
anxious phoebe calling
while we're discussing money
what we pass on