Algebra Birds

 

Does this nectar make my butt look fat?

There must be an equation to explain the way the foggiest mornings bring the highest number of warblers, with the possibility of identifying them declining with every single drop of misty water.

 Add in leaves as a variable and their nearly magical propensity to vanish behind branches and you have a challenge indeed.

Today was such a day. The fog was thick and swirly with the warblers nearly as thick, flitting around in the black walnut trees.

Alas, they might as well have been hidden inside paper bags for all the chance there was of knowing who was who.

Chipping Sparrow, fall plumage

Picked out a Magnolia, a couple of Nashvilles, what was almost certainly a Blackpoll that I didn't count because of the almost part, and a Blue-headed Vireo. That was it among a dozen or so.

Fun to see the incredibly fat hummingbirds though. They love the cannas and morning glories and we have a few stop almost every day to partake.

Water is stupid high everywhere. This is normally a trickle

Later in the day the fog burned away, with the warblers melting right along with it.

We found the pheasant above though, and a couple of first of the year birds in another county.

Plus we bought a gigantic watermelon from the Amish up on Lynk Street for a buck! The rind was as hard as some of our firewood, but what was inside was delicious. Also got some corn, spaghetti squash for Liz, and a few apples down at Shaul's.

Sure was a pretty day for a drive.