Just heard a turkey tom calling out in the yard.  All three mimic thrushes
are here now, and a Brown thrasher in particular was making a racket in the
predawn light.  The juncos left, as they always do, with nary a straggler
Friday.  Also gone are White-crowned sparrows and Fox sparrows.  The silly
White-throated sparrows are still here.

 

Nest box report: two bluebird pairs, a pair of American tree swallows, and
Mr. House Wren is desperately trying to attract a mate above his little box
in the maple.

 

Chipping sparrows are everywhere, as are Common Grackles, and, of course,
our crows.  I hate to leave this morning but I have to catch the train.
Pity.

 

Good Birding,

 

 

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Frank Boyle

Rohrersville, MD



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And all my days are trances,

And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy grey eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams-

In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams.

 

- Edgar Allen Poe