Just as the sudden appearance of American Robins is a sure sign of Spring, so their abrupt disappearance quietly heralds Fall. There are mid-winter days when I hike local wood lots and stands of trees, looking for loose flocks of wintering Robins. I watch them, muddy ice caked on my boots, until I’m reassured of Spring’s return.
Just as the sudden appearance of American Robins is a sure sign of Spring, so they quietly herald Fall by disappearing from lawns and parks. There are days in mid-winter when I hike local woodlots and stands of trees solely to find loosely gathered flocks of Robins. I watch them, often shivering with icy mud on my boots, and feel just a touch of the warmth of Spring.
A Yellow Warbler hides in the brush at Magee Marsh along Lake Erie.
Brown-headed Cowbirds sunning on a pasture fence somewhere in rural South Dakota.
Magee Marsh along Lake Erie was a refuge for dozens of Palm Warblers on a windy, overcast spring day.
I realize it’s common for male and female birds of the same species often have different colors, but Ring-necked Pheasants take this to an extreme. A transplant from Asia, the males have an amazing diversity of colors. I think the understated beauty of the hens is highly underrated. Photos taken in April of 2017.
On a blustery winter day, a little reminder of spring.