It was cold and overcast at dawn last Wednesday. A sliver of sky opened up just as the sun rose over the lake. I heard a kingfisher calling. I found her on the top of an old tree on the far side of a nearby pond.
Sparrows flew low between the bramble, the bushes, and the trees. A song sparrow and a Harris’s sparrow waited by the path. I have seen a half dozen different kinds of sparrows in this area during the last few weeks.
Over by the bison and elk enclosure, a flock of determined American goldfinches looked for seeds in the flower stalks. A chipping sparrow rested on the fence. A downy woodpecker hurried up and down a tree searching for insects. A red-bellied woodpecker flashed by. A black-capped chickadee plucked a seed pod from a dried flower by the fence and flew to a branch close to me. He used his feet to hold the pod and pecked away at it until he extracted the seed.
The birds are preparing for winter. They no longer sing from the tree tops like they did in the spring and the summer. The songbirds chirp. The woodpeckers tap. Busy. Busy. Busy. They pay me little notice as they go about their tasks.
Take care and thanks for reading.