“You are already there where you wish to be,”
Sang the bird from the branch of the evergreen tree.
“I agree,” buzzed the bee as he flew to the flower.
Take heart, sweet child, for this is the hour.
When my Mom visited last May, we watched the birds at the bird feeders behind the Visitors Center at the Iowa Arboretum. A goldfinch watched us from the branches of an evergreen tree. He wanted to go back to the bird feeder, but was it safe? After some consideration, he decided it was.
On the way to the bird feeders, we spotted a Baltimore oriole singing from the tree tops. He would sing a few bars, fly to another tree, and then sing a few more. You can hear him singing in the video of the goldfinch at the bird feeder. He has a distinctive and lilting tune.
The following week, I heard a Baltimore oriole singing from the old cottonwood tree on the eastern end of the park next door. He flew southeast with cottonwood fluff in his beak. The birds like to weave the cottonwood fluff into their nests. A few days later, a Baltimore oriole was singing in a tree on the western end of the park. Were there two Baltimore oriole families in the neighborhood?
While I was straining to see the Baltimore oriole high in the old cottonwood tree, I heard a pretty little song. Nearly hidden in the bushes near the tree, a warbling vireo was singing.
The Baltimore oriole and the warbling vireo were friends or maybe they liked the same trees. A warbling vireo was flitting about in the branches behind the second Baltimore oriole in the tree on the western end of the park. I followed her as she darted here and there. In one of the morning’s photographs, she was at her nest. I couldn’t find the nest when I looked for it later. There were many places for clever birds to hide their nests in the tree.
A month later, I was watching the barn swallows collect mud and twigs for their nests from a puddle in the parking lot near the tree on the western end of the park (“Imagination”). I heard chirping. Warbling vireos were collecting bugs to feed their young. I didn’t realize I had seen the young bird until I looked at the photographs. The nest was well hidden.
The photograph of the bumble bee was taken in September 2015 at the Iowa Arboretum. My Mom and I were admiring the butterflies on the flowers of the seven-son flower tree (“September Butterflies”). The bumble bees liked the flowers as much as the butterflies did. Neither the butterflies nor the bumble bees were interested in us. They were preoccupied with the flowers.
September 14, 2015
May 17, 2016
A Baltimore oriole singing at the Iowa Arboretum, May 17, 2016.
An American goldfinch at a bird feeder in the Iowa Arboretum, May 17, 2016. A Baltimore oriole sings in the background.
May 23, 2016
A warbling vireo singing in a bush near the old cottonwood tree in the park next door, Iowa, May 23, 2016.
May 28, 2016
June 24, 2016
June 25, 2016
Take care and thanks for reading.