
I continue to trust in weather forecasts even as they struggle to get it right, so I can try to plan ahead somewhat and have a reason to get out of bed in the morning. The first thing I do upon awakening is check the weather, then I invariably weigh my options, changing plans at the spur of the moment depending on what is actually going on or not going on outside. Monday was hot and humid, and rain was in the forecast for Tuesday morning, so I decided to visit the Chicago Portage on Monday since I would not have been inclined to go on Tuesday. But I wound up going both days, as the predicted storms and rain skipped us entirely Tuesday morning. Instead we cooled down exponentially and were under a persistent cloud cover that rendered a clinging dampness.
I got to the Portage rather late on Monday, but still managed to see some activity. At first, it was all butterflies and hearing the Indigo Buntings singing. I was somewhat gratified to find a Cabbage White sitting still. The other two butterflies you have seen a lot here lately.



Crossing the bridge near Harlem, the first birds were predictable.



But then as I started walking on the trail past the bridge, a sort of Juvenile Welcoming Committee assembled. It started with a few tentative vocalizations from a young House Wren.





Then a wide-eyed juvenile Indigo Bunting, also at the top of this post, landed nearby.


And finally, a juvenile Ruby-throated Hummingbird came to perch and see what was happening.






The hummingbird was perfectly calm and happy to sit there and pose. But I grew tired of me and decided I had taken up enough of the birds’ time. I did catch the juvenile Indigo Bunting as it left.


After that, the birds I saw were much farther away. I barely captured a Cedar Waxwing or two.


And there were a few juvenile Red-winged Blackbirds carrying on in the marshy area.
Beyond that, a hot and steamy morning belonged to a damselfly and two more Pearl Crescents.


Although I planned on staying in Tuesday morning, the cooler air was tempting. Even without light, it seemed a Tuesday morning walk at the Portage was better than no walk at all. But, no light, no kidding.


I didn’t bother trying to find the Indigo Buntings in this cloud cover. I did see a few Cedar Waxwings.


It was perhaps good light for a black-and-white bird.

And I managed to find a Blue Jay fussing with something.





There was no point in staying any longer. The cloud cover did provide natural air-conditioning all day and overnight as well. We will remain relatively cooler than we have been, but there is no rain in the forecast for a while either. If one can believe in forecasts.
Here’s one more of the juvenile Ruby-throated Hummingbird.

I still plan to assemble some posts from remaining July visits. But as juvenile birds start to emerge in numbers, the buildup to fall migration begins. Everything feels earlier this year.


































































































































































































On September 9, I spent a sunny Sunday afternoon in the backyard. We are presently flirting with a three-day return to summer-like temperatures, but the blooms, the pollinators, and the visiting warblers have already left. I am sharing the memory of that afternoon in photographs.






Nashvilles were still present last weekend with the Yellow-Rumpeds and Palm Warblers for the tail end of an up-and-down fall warbler migration. With luck I will be back sooner than later with a report from last Saturday’s walk at Columbus Park.



I am still puzzled over the image below but the bug capture is more interesting…
So it was mostly distant unspectacular sightings . A Red-Bellied Woodpecker, an Eastern Kingbird…
All my bushwhacking resulted in pollen all over the lens hood…
In front of me on the trail, a baby Snapping Turtle.
There were fewer dragonflies than last week. And I keep running into Eastern Commas that don’t want to pose correctly: or is it a Question Mark???
Monarch Butterflies are still coming through, although they will all be down to Mexico soon. Migrations of the soul…
I came up with a new mantra this weekend, so I guess it’s only appropriate on Labor Day that I share it with you. I have been muttering “I have to stop working” for far longer than I want to recall. But I decided now my mantra should be, “I have to start writing.” I have been thinking about a book for the last several years. It changes every five minutes, but I think it’s finally starting to come together in my head because I found the first sentence yesterday. So it’s time to start writing it. Which may make my contributions to this page even more infrequent, I don’t know, it’s hard to imagine writing anything after working all day at a computer in an office. But by declaring my intentions sometimes I can force myself to get going so as not to risk eternal embarrassment. Thank you.

A long shot of the duckweedy water above and just below it, an untrimmed path I decided not to take.
The robins are back, and the waxwings are still numerous. Literally nobody in the mucky water. I was treated to American Redstarts and a couple Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds early on, which gave me hope to find a few more migrants.
I heard the Eastern Wood-Pewee long before I saw the one below.
This time of year I expect to see lots of Indigo Bunting children and I did, but they were playing hard to get with the camera.
There was a lot of chatter from catbirds but I only barely saw the youngster below.
A couple more Cedar Waxwings. The one on the left is an immature.
My walk tomorrow will take place if we are not totally rained out. Scattered thunderstorms are in the forecast. We shall see… This evening as I write this I have just heard the rumble of thunder. And now it is starting to pour.

Perhaps indicative of the situation was the first bird I saw, the bedraggled-looking Northern Cardinal below.
There were a few blackbirds around too, but the breeders are gone.
There were more Cedar Waxwings (below) than any other species. I can only assume they were cleaning up whatever mulberries the robins, who were absent, had left behind. That’s right, the robins that virtually take over the landscape have all gone somewhere else. I’m envisioning large fruit-eating flocks already in mini-migrations.
The theme for the day, perhaps, was shaping up. These were young birds starting to find their way in the big wide world, like the Eastern Kingbird below.
I expect to see a lot of juvenile Indigo Buntings in the next few weeks, but Sunday just about the only bunting I encountered I could barely see.
The most accommodating bird at the Portage was the cardinal below who was singing with his back toward me but I guess that feeling of somebody looking at you caught his attention and he turned his face toward me.