I thought I would post this earlier, but this week is so strange as I try to fit everything else around the main focus of getting the yard ready. Yet I could not resist the urge to visit the Chicago Portage Tuesday morning. I had a couple minor errands to run anyway. It was a beautiful morning, not too hot, the air quality was better, there was a breeze, and the sun was shining amid some beautiful clouds.
No progress had been made on the improvements since my last visit. The current state of flux has therefore settled into a new sort of normal. I walked up the middle grassy area beyond the shelter. I encountered a young White-breasted Nuthatch.
American Robins are everywhere.
Groups of young European Starlings gather loosely,
Below is the male Indigo Bunting whose territory is closer to the bridge by Harlem Avenue.
The bird below looks to be a juvenile Red-winged Blackbird.
As I walked the main path and stopped to view the marsh, I saw three yellow birds fly in to perch on a small tree. They were not immediately recognizable but I thought they were juvenile Baltimore Orioles. Upon reviewing my photos later, it turned out I was correct. I was mesmerized by their blue feet and legs. Who knew?
A little break for a Downy Woodpecker. They’ve been hard to see lately, so I enjoyed watching this one.
A Great Egret flew over.
After a while one of the three Baltimore Orioles left and a House Finch came in. Then the oriole on the right left with something in its beak.
Below is another Baltimore Oriole with some web material.
It was hard not ignore new flowers blooming. Tall Bellflower is on the left, and White Snakeroot on the right. The Tall Bellflower is a biennial. I have some too currently blooming in my backyard.
This cloud caught my eye.
In the mulberry trees, birds were finally getting around to eating the berries. The berries have been visible for weeks but I guess they just weren’t ready until now.
American Robin and European Starling below.
Over by Tadziu’s bridge, I saw some Blue Vervain starting to bloom.
Just up the gravel path, a Spicebush Swallowtail.
On a bare branch, two Red-winged Blackbirds.
Then at quite a distance from the bridge by Harlem, two young-looking Great-crested Flycatchers.
Earlier I took a peek at the Des Plaines River through the break in the fence. We’re drying out again.
Just a couple more days to get ready for the garden tour. For all practical purposes I am mostly ready, but there’s always something else to take care of. After this is all over, the plants will get to do what they want for a while, because all this yanking and digging and weeding is wreaking havoc on my right hand which makes it most uncomfortable to play piano. Mild numbness turns into tingling with needles. I feel like I’m playing with steel nails instead of fingers. But that hasn’t stopped me. The show must go on.