Showing posts with label wren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wren. Show all posts

Saturday, June 23, 2018

June 23: Cathedral Woods

the wren’s song 
unfurled above twinflowers
fairy houses

Thursday, December 21, 2017

December 21: Solstice

wren on the suet
all the Christmas lights plugged in
Winter Solstice

Saturday, June 25, 2016

June 25: Iris

Blue flag irises--
even more beautiful
near the singing wren.
 
 

Saturday, April 9, 2016

April 9: Dueling wrens

Two wrens sing back and forth--
hard to hear in such beauty
the aggression.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

April 3: Spring snow

Just as we began this morning's hike up Mount Battie, the snow started to fall and the wind started to howl. We three women and the dog accumulated snow as we walked quickly to keep warm against the wind. Fortunately the inclement weather didn't quiet the season's first sapsuckers and Winter Wren.

Snow falling faster.
Long trilled song of the wren
from somewhere in the woods.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

February 16: Wren

Yesterday, snow and temperatures hovered around zero; today, rain and nearly 50 degrees. Even so, I wasn't expecting to hear a Carolina Wren calling loudly across the street when I left for work this morning. A southern bird that was a real rarity in Maine when I was a kid, over the past decade or so the resilient Carolina Wren has begun to settle in here; more and more seem to be wintering over. But it's not yet as established and abundant as the cardinal, another southern species that made its way north, or the Mourning Dove, which we take for granted now but which was an exciting sight for Maine birders back in the 1950s.
 
Even the wren
trilling loudly in the rain
sounds grateful for the thaw.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

September 8: Wren

We hear the wren
after a summer's absence--
voice of an old friend.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

July 18: Quest

Chased an alleged Yellow-billed Loon reported yesterday on Green Lake in Ellsworth. No luck, but spent a lovely morning with two friends scanning the waters from the pine-shaded dock owned by a random nice woman who graciously invited us to watch for it from her property.
 
No rare bird found.
Instead: wren's song, blueberries,
loon chicks, wide-open lake.