The sun was just making its way past the tree tops. I was mesmerized by the light reflecting off of the dew drops when he called to me. From high in the branches of a leafless tree, a Northern Cardinal sang the morning song. He straightened up, lifted his head and sang over and over again until he flew away. This was last Thursday, July 24th.
On Friday, July 18th, a Gray Catbird flew from the sign post at the entrance to the Restored Prairie to the grass only 8 feet in front of me. He appeared unfazed by my presence. He fanned his tail feathers, jumped about, sang, found a few insects in the grass, and then flew away.
I had all but given up on trying to photograph the birds. They usually perch too far away or hide in the branches and the leaves of the trees. Their songs fill my days with cheerfulness. I am content to listen.
After walking through the Restored Prairie on Thursday, I went into the woods a little ways. There were blue wildflowers I hadn’t seen before. On the way back to the car, I passed a young songbird tucked away in the branches of a tree.
I had a different set of photographs selected for this weekend’s post. The birds wanted to be seen, though, so I have given the spot to them.
Take care and thanks for reading.