Monday, November 17, 2014

Aux Birds


Went out yesterday to take a picture of the seven-point buck Alan got opening day....which by the way will be processed here this evening, a job which I dread, but which must be done.

Plus this
equals a big deer in anybody's woods

I got carried away. The deer was in the shed. Not on the top of the heifer pasture hill. Not in the heifer pasture woods.

Not in the lane. Not down by the creek.

Nope, but I still went to all those places and the birds went with me. Song Sparrows and Dark-eyed Juncos down by the buildings. Pileated Woodpeckers right behind the hop house.... Of all things a low-flying plane spooked one out over me at the top of the odd to look up to see the chicken-like bird flying right below the plane.

There were Robins in the woods. A flock of Cardinals. Tufted Titmice galore. We have never had so many before this year. Chickadees. Gold Finches, White-thoated Sparrows tentatively whistling "Old Sam Peabody...." A Red-Tailed Hawk that kept just out of good camera range, but didn't deign to actually fly away. Always the Carolina Wrens.

 Crows and a flock of Canada Geese that flew right over me. I was so glad I didn't take a step forward in their wake. The oak leaves at my feet rattled as if there was hail. But it wasn't hail. At least they missed.

Red-bellied Woodpecker. Some Downies. Blue Jays. A Corvid-like something or other I could not identify, though it called and called and called. Not a Fish Crow. Not a Raven. Not any jay that I know. I wonder what it was.

There were Grey Squirrels, every single one masquerading as a nineteen-point, nine-hundred-pound, White-tailed buck. Squirrels are stinkers.

Can you imagine how they must sit in their dreys and snicker at the end of each cold November day? "Hah, I had a guy practically falling out of his tree stand over me today. I just hop-hop-hopped slowly through the leaves right under him. He was so excited he nearly choked himself with his gun sling trying to bring it around to shoot. Then I spoiled his day by chattering at him and warning every deer for miles. I almost fell out of the tree laughing."

Yeah, the squirrels all do it and even when you KNOW it is a squirrel, and you SEE that is a squirrel, it still sounds more like a deer than a deer does.

Anyhow, it was quite a walk, all unintended. And if I forgotten any of you friendly local winter birds I time I need to take a pen and paper for my list. 


Cathy said...

Thank you for taking us along. Pileateds . . white-throated sparrows . . . rich, rich. I think I'll bundle up and head for the local Wildwood Preserve Metropark.

Cathy said...

PS And I'm going to have to google that sound gray squirrels make. How's that possible? Amazing.

lisa said...

He is so lucky! Kegan saw a 6 point buck opening day but couldn't get a good clear shot of him. I felt bad for him. Haven't saw another one since.

Terry and Linda said...

Thank you so much for taking us along for your lovely walk!


threecollie said...

Cathy, squirrels sound exactly like someone...or something...walking in the leaves. Even knowing what they sound like and knowing where they are, they get me to go look all the time. There was one on this walk down by the creek. I knew it was a squirrel and yet....

Lisa, he is. Sorry Kegan didn't get his.

Linda, thanks for coming. Enjoyed the company.