With only a cursory look at the shoreline, we headed off to the woods with its inviting green blush of tiny leaves. The light shining through was translucent and limey, like a long drink of a margarita on a hot day-tangy, refreshing, relaxing but a little exciting too. As we birded along the road leading to the woods, a Cooper’s Hawk then a Red-tailed Hawk graced us with their presence. And tantalizingly close was the liquid sweer, sweer, sweer…of a Louisiana Waterthrush. It sounded near, yet far…no, no, really close, wait, maybe not…. We squeezed around the metal gate at the end of the road and onto the woodland path.
The trail repair from last week has been completed but they threw good-sized stones so there was lots of crunching, even on tiptoe. With this kind of noise every bird in the tri-state area knew we were coming. The Waterthrush led us on a merry chase deeper into the woods. We scanned high and low. We saw Titmice, a Phoebe, heard Chippies, Chickadees, Flickers, and Cardinals. There was drumming off in the distance.
The Louisiana Waterthrush sang its fool head off. We never did see it. But it is nesting there. According to Suzanne it has been there for 3 weeks. Next week I am going to feign indifference. By then there will be more warblers and if he wants us to oooh and ahhh, over his fresh new plumage then he had better show himself. Harumpf!
On the way back to my car, I saw a beautiful male Commom Merg with his harem of 3 lovely ladies. Suzanne, the volunteer leader from Weis Ecology Center will be emailing us the trip list. I’ll post it when it arrives.