The Birds Are Coming, the Birds Are Coming!

Posted on March 28, 2016


I hear them on our morning walks – the mourning doves, the pileated woodpeckers, an owl.  No photos.  I spent half an hour creeping up on an owl perched in a tree, only to discover that the owl was one of those messy piles of leaves squirrels call nests.  Fortunately, my betters have been in the right place at the right time capturing all kinds of birds.

On the first day of spring Babs Young and I had breakfast at the Maple Table, a pop-up fine dining establishment to benefit the Martha Wagbo Farm and Education Center.  Domestic fowl were everywhere.

Babs Mar 20 Wagbo Chickens

Wagbo Chickens by Babs Young. My grandmother kept chickens. My sister Mary keeps chickens like these. I like chickens.

Babs Mar 20 Wagbo Geese

Wagbo Geese by Babs Young. My grandfather kept geese. I am wary of geese.

Down in southern Michigan Dawn Kinster has trees full of nesting herons and a spectacular series of Sandhill cranes joyously making more Sandhill cranes.

Mr. Tootlepedal can always be relied upon for excellent bird photos.  Sprung features shimmering mallards and a very funny story about mastering the rules of golf.  Another duck offers a ruffled gull. You don’t see those every day.

All I can offer you from my own camera is this birdhouse in the woods.  I am reliably informed that it is available cheep.

Birdhouse available - cheep