His name is the eastern wood pewee. I heard him more often than I saw him this summer. His song came from deep in the bushes and the trees until one morning in late August. Then, he sang a few bars from the fence by the garden. Six days later, I found one looking for bugs in the evening primrose flowers by the lake.
In the beginning of September, I was watching a small bird in the bushes at the edge of the woods near the Wren House. While I waited for the bird to show himself, an eastern wood pewee landed on a branch only a few feet away. The bird in the shadows was a young house wren still sporting his puffy young feathers and baby bird beak.
An eastern wood pewee singing in the garden at Jester Park, Iowa, August 19, 2017.
September 4, 2017
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