This really has nothing to do with Groundhog Day except that, according to the official Groundhog, we are in for 6 more weeks of winter. I can tell you that as annoying as that prospect might be, it’s nothing compared to dreading the “what next?” incredulity of news coming from the nation’s capitol.
The Northern Cardinals have been hanging out at the northwest corner of Millennium Park by the entrance to the Boeing Gallery.
This is not going to be a political rant, indeed, I’m trying to escape our new reality for a few moments of sanity, as long as birds are still around to help. Sometimes I have to wait a while before the birds show up, but eventually they do. All these photos are from the last week or so, Millennium and Maggie Daley parks in downtown Chicago.
I haven’t seen my Crow Friends downtown for what seems like months and probably is. At least too many weeks.Here we had been spending winters together, but this winter they have all disappeared. I am all but lost because, especially when life gets too confusing, the crows are of invaluable comfort and perspicacity. I live in hope that they return in the spring. I think they will. Where they have gone for a retreat, I have absolutely no idea. But in what seemed like an omen, as the sight of a crow often does, Thursday as I sat quietly on bench at the Cancer Survivors Garden, one crow flew silently across the sky going north, and did not stop or acknowledge my calls, but still the sight of it gave me hope. I was so hopeful I almost forgot to take a quick picture for posterity.
The Cancer Survivors Garden which has now been absorbed by Maggie Daley Park is for the most part asleep for the winter, with no birds present. I suspect every last berry has been picked off of every last bush.
The usual suspects are still around elsewhere. White-Throated Sparrows usually call before I see them, but if I stop with some treats they come out fearlessly. It’s the City Sparrow-Country Sparrow phenomenon again, like the City Mouse and the Country Mouse. The White-Throated Sparrows in Chicago’s Loop parks have likely learned how to take advantage of human generosity from the House Sparrows that honed it down to a fine art.
The Black-Capped Chickadees are good at this too but they often move so quickly they’re hard to catch with the camera.
Dark-Eyed Juncos are still around too, not so many, perhaps, and on a dark background on a dark day, well, here you have it, but I was lucky to catch the one on the left with its tail feathers spread out, as you usually don’t see the white feathers except when they’re flying away from you.
And then there are those moments when we bond.
One of the White-Throated Sparrows was starting to sing last week. Could have been this guy.
For humans, the ice rink is a popular pastime these days.
And another popular pastime, below.
Unless something newsworthy occurs in the meantime, I’ll be back next with more from the Galapagos.
Nice bunch of birds Lisa! I’m glad to see that birds are out there for you! 🙂
Thanks H.J.! Hard to know what to expect even from nature these days. Maybe the crows are following the protests. 🙂
Thanks for the post, Lisa. You totally brightened my day!
Thank you, MaryLee. Likewise!
I am glad that you found some birds to take your mind off the news for a while.
Thank you. Yes, watching birds is about the only thing that can completely distract me.
Wonderful photos, as always. I didn’t realize that white throated sparrows stay through the winter. I only see them in spring and summer in the garden.
Thanks! I don’t see them in my yard either during the winter, but there is a population that winters on the lakefront, instead of going farther south. Climate change likely contributes to this scenario.
Lovely variety, Lisa!
Thanks, Donna! They’re so approachable in the park I have to remind myself how elusive they can be elsewhere.