Fall is upon us. The days are ever shorter, and there’s a chill in the air, all that much more unexpected after the summer heat wave. Although I feel energized by the cooler weather it was not so easy to get up as early as planned yesterday morning to visit the Portage. But maybe my timing was right after all, because I got to see a flock of robins descend into my young Hawthorn Tree to devour its bright red berries. The robins have all but disappeared from the neighborhood, their breeding season over, they’re moving in flocks looking for fruit. I feel honored that they chose my yard (and relieved that the squirrels have not eaten everything). A little piece of heaven on earth.
There were kinglets in good number at the Portage, both Golden-Crowned and Ruby-Crowned. The Golden-Crowned were a little harder to see.
Many warblers were feeding low, the available insects half-asleep and staying closer to the ground.
A contemplative empidonax flycatcher, most likely a Least, although he refused to vocalize to confirm his species.
Magnolia Warblers thickened with the Tennessees…
and a very curious-looking Ovenbird paraded up and down this branch.
My old friends, White-Throated Sparrows, are returning.
The White-Breasted Nuthatches have been around all summer, but I have never seen one upright.
And the juvenile Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks are brimming with the promise of their first migration.
A post showing other sides of the Portage will follow shortly.