July 25 was a good morning to observe behavior and juvenile birds trying out their wings, if you will. I first spotted the European Starling clan that nested in the statue.
Butterfly action was confined to the Pearl Crescents that I have seen frequently this season.
Eastern Kingbirds were busy that morning. From the youngest…
…to an adult wrestling with what looks like it might have been a cicada.
Then I spotted a raptor across the water. It didn’t look like a Cooper’s Hawk. but it was so far away and difficult to see, I couldn’t be sure.
I followed it as it flew from its perch. It turned out to be a juvenile Merlin. I admit to even asking the Merlin app on my phone to identify the Merlin from one of my photos. I wondered if it could be objective.
It kept flying and I managed to follow it.
Another Pearl Crescent was resting on the path in front of me.
Tadziu the Indigo Bunting was sitting patiently on his newest favorite perch. He wasn’t singing. He just seemed to be asking me something…
Back to the Eastern Kingbird at the top of the post, who flew in the photo below.
Then two birds interacting, both juveniles, could be an Eastern Kingbird and a Baltimore Oriole.
A few more of the Eastern Kingbirds…
Juvenile Cedar Waxwings were available, but I didn’t see any adults.
American Goldfinches posed in the duckweed.
And Baltimore Orioles were here and there.
I will be back with more from recent visits. Beyond that, I have run out of ways to use the weather as an excuse. Yesterday I drove around the Morton Arboretum with a friend in an air–conditioned car, to see a sculpture exhibit that spans the acreage. This morning I tackled some more of the overgrowth in my yard while I await a promised visit from my tree trimming person. It takes a leap of faith to visualize fall, cooler temperatures and more birds but the days are getting shorter.
I would have gone to the Chicago Portage this morning if it hadn’t started raining. The rain stopped early, however, and did not amount to much. I am tired of living under the threat of heat and rain, but the humidity is certainly real. In cooler weather, these decisions would not consume so much of my mental energy. Suffice it to say after I refilled the birdbaths and one of the hummingbird feeders, I decided to devote myself to grocery shopping. I need to get over feeling guilty for not taking a walk, so I will try to do a blog post instead.
My last visit to the Portage was on Tuesday morning. In spite of the fact that I encountered perhaps 10 cyclists on the paved parts of the trail, it was otherwise relatively quiet and I saw quite a lot in a little over an hour of a slow summer morning.
Pearl Crescent butterflies were prevalent.
It was nice to see this Delaware Skipper.
I have been following a snail’s progress for a few visits. The photos below are from July 23, July 25 and then on July 30.
A Chipmunk appeared on a branch close to the trail and insisted I take its photograph.
I did manage to capture a couple Indigo Buntings. First, a juvenile, and later, Tadziu on his latest favorite perch off his bridge.
There were a couple Red Spotted Purple butterflies. The one in the third photo unfortunately had some chunks taken out of its wings.
The Northern Flicker below blends so well into the tree stump, it’s a challenge to see it.
I haven’t seen or even heard too many Red-bellied Woodpeckers lately but I did find this young-looking one.
The challenge this time of year is often with identifying some juvenile birds. This Baltimore Oriole wasn’t hard to identify but it was quite far away.
American Goldfinches have been attracted to the duckweed.
When I went back to check the bridge near Harlem before I left, I saw two ducks I quickly assumed were Mallards but later when I cropped the photo, I realized they were actually Blue-winged Teal. Could be a pair, with the male in eclipse plumage looking just like the female.
This is the same Blue Jay at the top of the post. It looks like a young bird to me.
This Red Admiral butterfly on some blooming burdock was not shy. For as much burdock as the volunteers have removed, it still persists in a few spots.
I was done then, I was sure, but I decided to walk back along the paved trail and out the other side. My extra walk was rewarded by a look at a Ruby-throated Hummingbird.
Not too easy from this distance, but I managed to get a few images before another pair of cyclists came through. You have to use your imagination on the last photo.
My last reward was a Tiger Swallowtail on the paved trail, attracted to one of several piles of dog poop. I have cropped out as much as I could so you could see the butterfly. I had seen someone coming out from the trail walking three dogs when I first arrived. But I have never seen this much mess left on the trail. I’m hoping for enough rain to at least wash it away.
So that’s it for my last visit. Next, I will backtrack through some others that proved interesting. The forecast for tomorrow morning is again for rain, but I’ll believe it when I see it.
Heat. humidity and bugs are making even early visits to the Portage less inviting, if not quite prohibitive. In spite of shorter visits, I have managed to see a few interesting birds as they navigate their summer residence. What’s even more interesting lately is seeing more juvenile birds.
Walking in Thursday morning rather late, I heard a fracas in the trees which turned out to be two young Cooper’s Hawks that had just landed.
I observed them for a moment or two while they tried to figure out what they were doing there.
It was a cloudy morning, not ideal for photographs, but I managed to see a young-looking Baltimore Oriole.
Then I spotted a juvenile Gray Catbird.
A young Northern Cardinal lurked in the branches.
Most lovely was a female Indigo Bunting who stayed on a nearby branch long enough to check me out.
I also saw a juvenile Eastern Wood-Pewee.
Even the rabbits were youngsters.
On the way out, I saw a House Wren hanging off its nest tree.
When I got home, I checked the front yard briefly. We’d had a little rain. That’s a Red Admiral butterfly on the Joe Pye Weed and two of several Wild Petunias in bloom.
Two days later, it was only partly cloudy. I stopped to take a photo of some Tall Bellflower which is blooming all around the Portage. I have some in my backyard as well.
Red-winged Blackbirds are seen sporadically as their young start to leave the nest.
I caught a very brief look at a Cedar Waxwing from far away.
I had a somewhat closer look at a Blue Dasher Dragonfly perched on a stump off the bridge near Harlem.
Just as I was on my way out after not seeing much else, a Black-crowned Night-heron flew in and disappeared into the vegetation. I reminded myself that for all the times I don’t see these birds they could easily just be hiding. I did relocate it briefly when someone flushed it and it took off.
I found an American Goldfinch checking out the profuse duckweed.
A Red-bellied Woodpecker flew by
Tadziu, the Indigo Bunting, made an appearance in his tree and sang for me.
And I got a rare look at a Blue Jay.
My very last photo was of a young American Robin taking a break as the heat started to build.
There’s more to come. I’m starting to see some more birds in Riverside as well. The prospect for an early morning walk is a toss-up weather-wise, but if I can’t go for a walk I could find more time to address my backlog of photos.
Saturday morning was absolutely beautiful. In anticipation of its cooler weather, I got up a bit earlier so I could drive to Goose Lake Prairie State Natural Area for my annual July visit. If I can believe my eBird checklists, I have been visiting every July since 2012. This place has rarely seemed to be anyone else’s destination for the 4th of July weekend, so I was not too surprised when I drove into the empty parking lot. The visitor’s center is not open on holiday weekends. But I go there for the trails, so it doesn’t matter.
I took a photo of the trail map so I would have a better idea what direction I was headed in. Starting out, the “Interpretive Trail” shown with numbers on the map is easy enough to follow, but I wanted to walk back to the water, or the Goose Lake, if you will, without getting lost because even if you can see the Visitor Center in the distance, it can get a little difficult to gauge distance and direction.
A phone photo of the Visitor Center
Right off the bat I saw a rabbit on the trail, and then followed a Barn Swallow to its perch behind the Visitor Center.
I then encountered a pair of Brown Thrashers. I was delighted to see them as I don’t seem to see this species all that often.
There were many more Tree Swallows than I could photograph.
I found a Willow Flycatcher close to the trail.
On the way to Cragg’s Cabin, I saw an Eastern Comma Butterfly.
I did not walk behind the cabin to see the windmill as I have in previous years. I did sit down on the bench that looks over a pond next to the cabin where I have seen birds before, but there was nothing to report. So I continued on the Interpretive Trail and encountered a Song Sparrow.
By this time on previous occasions I would have heard and seen fairly well at least a couple Dickcissels, but this time I was surprised by the lack of them. I did manage to barely capture one far away on his thorny perch.
Two Eastern Meadowlarks appeared briefly. Unfortunately they were distant and backlit.
There seemed to be more Common Yellowthroats everywhere, though not quite as easy to capture as they had been in Hebron. I could let most of them go.
But then, I was quite surprised to see a Bell’s Vireo. This is a bird that’s often very difficult to see. Although this one was at some distance, it did me the favor of staying pretty much in the same place long enough for me to capture its image. It seemed that almost every time I had passed by a bush I heard a Bell’s Vireo’s scratchy-sounding little song, never for the bird to appear, but now I was actually seeing one.
I then reached the water, where I found only Tree Swallows and an Eastern Kingbird flying around after my approach flushed a Great Blue Heron.
I encountered a closer Bell’s Vireo.
Then a Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly caught my attention. Bergamot is very attractive to butterflies.
The vegetation in this location is notable. It is the largest remaining stand of Tall Grass Prairie in Illinois. I made note of some old favorites and others I don’t recall seeing before.
St. John’s WortGreat MulleinLittle BluestemRattlesnake MasterRudbeckia and Raspberries
I found an American Goldfinch with nesting material. The bird flying away in the last photo appears to be a different individual, however.
Then I encountered a first-year male Orchard Oriole.
And caught a brief glimpse of a Baltimore Oriole.
Red-winged Blackbirds were everywhere but not posing. I did manage to capture what looks like a female on the left and a juvenile on the right.
A young Gray Catbird popped out to see what was happening.
And I got a closer look at an Eastern Kingbird.
I finally caught a glimpse of some of the Field Sparrows I had been hearing, only these appeared to be juveniles.
And then the most exciting part of the visit occurred when I saw a flash of a goldfinch-sized yellow bird with an insect in its beak. Since goldfinches don’t eat bugs, I wondered … could it possibly be a Yellow-breasted Chat, a Nemesis Bird if there ever was one, the most annoyingly elusive grassland species one hears 99.9% of the time but nearly never sees?
Much to my delight and for whatever reason, the Chat decided to come out from behind its cover and show off its catch.
I can’t help myself. This is the best birthday gift I’ve had in a long time.
Young Field Sparrows flew in and I checked them out while the Yellow-breasted Chat was still there.
After that, I was done for the day. Thanks for making it through this long-on-photos post. Here’s one more of an Orchard Oriole.
The last day of June was beautiful: clear sky, sunshine, refreshingly cool in temperature, definitely not a day to be wasted indoors. The day before was brutally hot, so this was a blessing. I crossed out mentally any other activities I had penciled in and got up early to visit the Hebron Trail and Goose Lake Natural Area, where I had last been on June 2nd.
Encouraged by my 5-mile walk around Orland a couple weeks earlier, I embraced the long trek down the trail to the open area. It’s not as long a walk as it seems. My entire roundtrip, according to my eBird report, was 2.73 miles. However, it seems never-ending while you’re walking it as cyclists whiz by. There were a couple dog walkers too. For the most part, at 8:30 in the morning, it was pretty quiet and, being in the midst of breeding season, I heard a few birds but didn’t see hardly. any on my way in.
Hebron Trail
I hoped to see more Yellow-headed Blackbirds, and perhaps the Black Terns I had missed on the previous visit as they were reported seen recently.
On the way in, I made note of a couple creatures.
Eastern Pondhawk DragonflyBlack-capped Chickadee
As I emerged from the tree-lined part of the trail, the birds seemed scattered and somewhat distant, but then a few expected residents started to appear.
Yellow WarblerCommon Yellowthroat
I first heard a Willow Flycatcher and then located him easily.
Since Red-winged Blackbirds have fledged several juveniles, I was wondering if it was also time for the Yellow-headed Blackbirds to take to the air. The Yellow-headeds hadn’t emerged yet as far as I could tell, so I think I will just have to go back in two or three weeks to see them, before they start migrating back south and west. For the record, here are a few Red-winged Blackbirds.
Common Grackles were busy with offspring. That’s a female in the last photo.
As I approached the overlook platform, I flushed a Green Heron. The heron soon returned to what appeared to be its favorite preening perch nearby.
A few male Yellow-headed Blackbirds were close enough for photos.
A Red-tailed Hawk flew over the marsh.
I walked a bit farther from the platform and found a bee on a rose.
Then, Black Terns started flying over the marsh. I haven’t seen them in so long, I had forgotten how small they are.
More photos of their aerial exploits.
I finally got some better views.
On my way out, I took some parting shots of a Green Heron, a Willow Flycatcher and a Yellow-headed Blackbird.
I also encountered a couple American Goldfinches.
Song Sparrows were here and there, singing.
I had heard Indigo Buntings, especially on the trail walking in, but did not see them until as I was leaving, I stopped to listen to this one who flew into view, perched and posed for me.
I had met a group of birders on the platform, and at their invitation, I followed them after they decided to look for some Black-necked Stilts that had been reported at a “fluddle” in the area. We found the the Stilts, and I managed a few photos somehow, even though they were barely specks in my 400mm lens.
Here are a few more Common Yellowthroat pictures,. This is about the only place I am able to photograph them.
I have been taking it easy over the 4th of July holiday. I always dread the noise of fireworks, but it wasn’t as bad in the neighborhood this year. My indoor birds are never bothered by it.
I spent some time yesterday entering historical data into my eBird account from trips I took years ago. This is a project I’ve been contemplating for a while, as it would be nice to have all my lists in one place. It seems a bit difficult to identify locations precisely from my checklist notes, but so far I have been having more fun with this project than I anticipated. Oddly enough, I may have even entered some valuable data.
I was in the Galapagos on a Field Guides tour in 2016, and we saw Sharp-beaked Ground-Finches on July 11, 2016 when we were on Genovesa Island. But eBird pushed back at the sighting, and on Cornell’s website, they said this species occurs only on Fernandina, Santiago and Pinta islands. I found my archived photos which were labeled the date we were on Genovesa, and then found the tour guide’s trip report which was broken down by species seen, and he definitely noted that Genovesa was the only place where we saw this species.
I don’t think Cornell will revise their findings on my account, but it was fun to take this trip down memory lane. Now I am looking forward to entering the rest of my checklists from the various trips as I realize it is wonderful to revisit these sightings in my memory. I consider this my birthday gift to myself. Today I am 76. Here goes another year.
Last Thursday morning it was nice outside, so I decided to go to the Chicago Portage, but it was closed. I continued on to McGinnis Slough to see if maybe I could check on the Trumpeter Swans or the Wood Ducks. As it turns out, I saw neither. The slough is incredibly overgrown. I definitely heard more birds than I saw.
When I opened the hatch of my car to take out the camera, I was dismayed to discover I had grabbed my older camera body with the smaller lens attached, so perhaps it’s just as well that there weren’t too many birds to focus on.
McGinnis Slough
What few photos I managed are here.
American Robin – juvenile
A young-looking Downy Woodpecker was figuring out its feathers.
A Great Blue Heron flew past me. There was also one Great Egret in a tree but I could not capture it adequately with the smaller lens. It appears in my header for this post.
Another Great Blue was standing in what is left of the water.
A few Mallards had gathered as well.
I managed to capture a couple dragonflies.
Common WhitetailBlue Dasher
The moon stood still for me.
Then, just as I was leaving, a Green Heron flew into a tree, and out again to another perch
When I came home, I found some activity in the front yard. The Common Milkweed is in full bloom – and scent – and the Pink Coneflowers have opened up as well.
Later on when I was in the backyard, I was thrilled to see a Hummingbird Moth, also known as Clearwing, on the Bergamot I planted last year. Everything has grown so tall in the yard this year, it was often at eye level. With my phone, I captured glimpses of the moth in the video below.
My next visit to the Portage clarified the reason for the closure. The lines between the parking spaces all received fresh paint. There are also new plantings around the statue.
I will be back with more slow summer adventures soon. We have been in the midst of a cool-down which is blissfully welcome. Even the predicted increasing temperatures don’t look so terrible, yet.
I managed to visit the Chicago Portage briefly yesterday morning before it got too hot. It was cloudy, which helped with the temperature if not with photographs, and it was quite windy as well. We are promised slightly cooler temperatures tomorrow so I might go for a walk there again, although the heat and lack of rain has really slowed things down considerably. Below is what the sky looked like yesterday morning. We have had blistering sunshine since.
Here are some photos from my last 3 visits, starting on June 8, June 11 and yesterday, June 18. To start, there was not much happening on the 8th. I first encountered a doe.
The dragonflies and butterflies were posing on the gravel path ahead of me.
Common Whitetail Dragonfly femaleRed Admiral
There was a female Baltimore Oriole at work in a tree.
I eventually wound up sitting on the bench of the picnic table that has been down by the water. Looking across to a dead tree stump, I noticed some activity with a couple Northern Flickers. It turned out they had a nest hole and were feeding young. I was reminded of the first chapter in Bernd Heinrich’s book, One Wild Bird at a Time, in which he described his observation of a pair of Northern Flickers nesting in his cabin wall. He estimated the parents made 32 trips a day to feed the nestlings, for a total of 700 feedings over a 22-day period.
When I returned to the Portage on the 11th, there was again some activity at the nest hole.
Here’s what the Portage looked like that day.
I caught a glimpse of a Yellow Warbler. I have heard them on every visit but don’t see them often now.
I was surprised to find two American Crows, a juvenile and its parent. The juvenile is below. I had a harder time spotting the parent but I could hear its calls.
I managed to find Tadziu, the Indigo Bunting on my way out. Unfortunately he was not in a very good spot for a photo.
Then yesterday, the heat and lack of rain was taking its toll.
It was cloudy, and so bird photographs were nearly out of the question, except for the cooperative Indigo Bunting at the top of the post and again below.
I tried to capture a female American Goldfinch.
Then a Great Blue Heron flew by, providing only its silhouette.
Dragonflies and butterflies, again, here and there.
Eastern CommaRed Admiral
12-Spotted Skimmers were everywhere.
For good measure, a rare Red-winged Blackbird – rare only because they are everywhere unseen these days.
Just as I was turned around to leave, a fawn appeared on the path in front of me.
I didn’t see her mother around, and barely captured her image as she took off.
So even in the dead heat and lockdown of breeding season, life goes on at the Chicago Portage. I will continue to walk when I can, but for now the heatwave continues, and I have a weekend full of social engagements. I hope to return soon.
Since nothing ever goes as planned with the weather, it seemed like a good idea to visit Orland Grassland, which had been on my mind for a week or two, while the heat wave was in remission on Friday morning. I got out early enough to arrive there by 8:15 AM and started walking on the paved trail that surrounds the entire preserve. I had no idea what I was doing. Well, I did, but once I got nearly halfway it seemed ridiculous to turn back, so I walked the whole five mile perimeter with cyclists and rollerbladers whizzing by. I will plan to visit a foot trail or two next time.
But now that we are in the midst of a weeklong heat wave with heat indices around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, which I realize is nothing compared to some other parts of the world but it’s still disturbing, especially when combined with air quality alerts and no rain, maybe it’s just as well I got a 5-mile walk in. I won’t be walking much this week. I clipped off all my hair yesterday morning before I went swimming, though, as it seemed practical.
So on Friday morning, I started following the direction of a group of young runners who had been congregating in the parking lot when I arrived.
I soon saw the sign below.
If I had gone in the opposite direction along LaGrange Road, I might have been better off. I would have immediately seen the last sign below which indicated that I was starting at the parking lot. Instead, the first sign I saw was not until I had walked the entire width of the parcel along 167th Street. As I continued around each corner, I took photos of each sign until I finally got back to where I had started. Luckily, ir wasn’t too hot, but my toes were starting to complain after walking all that distance on blacktop in hiking boots.
So what birds did I see? My list had 41 species but many of them were heard only. I was dismayed that I did not see or hear (and Merlin didn’t hear either) a Henslow’s Sparrow, but now I’m thinking if I go back and do one or two of those inside foot trails I will likely have better luck. I could not find a close singing-but-well-hidden White-eyed Vireo, and I have just about given up on Yellow-breasted Chats.
The first bird I saw clearly was a male Orchard Oriole. The bright sunshine did not help, however.
And soon I saw an Eastern Kingbird.
The quintessential grassland bird that proclaims its presence is the Dickcissel, and there were many of them. This first one was rather distant, as were most, but I liked his surroundings.
I had to pay attention to dragonflies, like the Common Whitetail pair below.
The Common Green Darner below was a focusing challenge for the camera as it blended in with its perch.
And there were at least two 12-Spotted Skimmers perched high on branches like the one below.
I will never quite understand why butterflies are attracted to gravel and blacktop like this Red Admiral.
A Great Egret flew by,
Indigo Buntings were abundant.
I spotted a Common Grackle and what looks like a fledgling. I’m sorry if I distracted them with my attention: I seem to have caught them in mid-sentence.
There were some Cedar Waxwings.
A male Northern Cardinal was hard to ignore, even if he was too far away.
You know it’s a long walk when I’m interested in a House Sparrow with a cicada.
And a couple Mourning Doves…
One of the small bodies of water in the preserve
As I was walking my last leg along LaGrange Road, I spotted this Double-crested Cormorant in the distance.
I got closer to an Indigo Bunting I heard singing nearby.
A Great Blue Heron was being chased by a Red-winged Blackbird that didn’t fit in the frame.
A Tree Swallow was a bit closer.
And I heard a Willow Flycatcher at one point and then saw him.
But in the end it all came down to Dickcissels.
I probably won’t be doing a lot of birding this week, conditions being what they are. It’s disconcerting to have my routine interrupted. But I should at least view this as one of many exercises in adaptability we are faced with as climate change continues. Anyway, now I’m glad I did the five miles. My knees aren’t complaining at all, I have seen Orland Grassland from the perimeter and, when the weather improves, I can go back to it with improved orientation. I want to visit my other grassland sites as well. Oh, and a sort of postscript – this parcel is now considered Orland Grassland North as the next parcel, somewhat smaller, to the south of 179th Street in Tinley Park has been designated Orland Grassland South. What could have been more endless suburban development is being restored for wildlife. The more contiguous habitat, the better for the birds and all of us.
I had plans to visit a grassland habitat today, but the weather and my knee had other ideas. We are in the thick of a heat wave with threats of storm activity. My knee wasn’t too bad, just adding its opinion to my decision to stay close to home. Instead, I took a short walk this morning to visit a friend on her birthday. Cooling off, I may as well write a blog post I’ve been poking at for days as the summertime lull settles in.
These are photos from last month in Riverside when migrants were still coming through. Two visits, one on May 3 and the other on May 6, are in this post.
On May 3, the first creature I saw was not a bird but a groundhog just off the Joliet Avenue bridge. I have never seen one here – or I think anywhere – before.
Baltimore Orioles were showing off in early May.
The bird below looks like an Alder Flycatcher to me. It’s harder to tell without being able to see its wing bars, but empidonax flycatchers are meant to be confusing.
Red-winged Blackbirds are sometimes hare to ignore.
There was a Tree Swallow investigating a hole in this dead tree that leans over the river by the swinging bridge. I continue to watch for further activity.
The last of the Ruby-crowned Kinglets were present.
Maybe this was one of the last of the Yellow-rumped Warblers too, looking like a female.
A House Wren looked busy establishing his territory.
That day may have been the first time I saw a Great Blue Heron on the river.
Then, on May 6, I saw a few more birds to photograph. Somehow, I managed to get this Blue Jay in flight at quite a distance.
Yellow Warblers were easier to see. There are still some around raising families, but now I only hear them.
Here are a couple more photos of the Song Sparrow at the top of the post with its insect snack.
A Warbling Vireo gave me the eye.
Likely there wasn’t anything happening off the swinging bridge that morning except for some turtles.
I found a White-throated Sparrow.
And I just barely managed to see a Lincoln’s Sparrow.
A Northern Waterthrush was close to the water.
Northern Cardinals provide a splash of color all year long.
I found a Nashville Warbler that day.
A dramatically backlit Baltimore Oriole managed to remain half-hidden in the leaves.
Some more photos of the Yellow Warbler are below.
There’s lots more from May and June which I will try to fit in soon. Even though this spring migration season was more than a little “off”, there was always something to see, usually when I least expected it. Maybe it will be a little easier to sit inside and write a post while it’s too hot to be out walking. We shall see.
The end of May brought the cicadas, the end of spring migration and a settling down into warmer temperatures and longer days. It portends a long summer season with a lot less activity and more leaves on the trees.
We have had so much more rain than last year’s drought, it seems as if plants are making up for it. That, combined with early warm weather, has accelerated growth and the flowering and fruiting season. Mulberries are already staining the cement. My currant bushes are laden with fruit. And it seems like after every rain, I have to eliminate more plants to walk through the backyard.
Here are photos selected from 3 consecutive visits to the Chicago Portage on May 25, May 28 and May 30.
On May 25, I was happy to see the Green Heron at one of its favorite fishing spots, hanging out on a log with the turtles.
An American Goldfinch was foraging in the duckweed.
And a House Wren was having a quiet moment.
On May 28, I saw the Green Heron again.
Cicadas were impossible to ignore.
Galls were already on the leaves of a hackberry tree. The galls provide a treat in the fall when the warblers come back through.
The bottomlands close to the Des Plaines River have been flooded most of the time.
I found another House Wren.
A distant Hairy Woodpecker
I often encounter American Robins along the trail.
On May 30, my first subject was a young doe.
Two Canada Geese were hanging out with the turtles.
A backlit Indigo Bunting looks nearly black.
I followed a female Brown-headed Cowbird. She matched the color of the branch she sat on.
I had an early Cicada pinup.
I caught a Gray Squirrel with cicada-mouth.
Swallows were flying over the marsh. I managed to photograph a Tree Swallow and then Northern Rough-winged Swallows.
Baltimore Orioles aren’t as easy to see now that they’re nesting.
I found a distant Northern Flicker scaling a dead tree.
Butterflies started to emerge.
Pearl CrescentTiger Swallowtail
Red-winged Blackbirds are everywhere but not always visible either.
I found a female American Goldfinch in a tree.
And then another down by the water.
One more of the very blue-looking Indigo Bunting at the top of the post. In case I haven’t mentioned it before, their feathers are actually all black and the degree of blueness is what you see in light reflection.
The breeding birds are in place. The cicadas are everywhere. The days are getting longer and waking up at 5:00 AM now feels normal, unless I remind myself that had we not set the clocks ahead, it would be 4:00 AM. I’m going back to writing a book, in between navigating a calendar full of summertime concerts and gatherings. And gardening, looking for birds, playing piano, swimming and blogging, of course. Sometimes all I can do is take a nap.
