A Winter’s Day ‘Round the Feeders

Slate gray skies melded into a misty horizon. Gusts of wind toyed with intermittent moisture. The birds did not care. They were gathered around our feeders; pecking or picking, squating or searching. While the weather was powerless to against the birds, the feeders cleared each time a Northern Harrier extended its search beyond the hay field to the west.

The below photographs are American Goldfinches, Downy Woodpecker, House Finch and a White-crowned Sparrow.

The feeders also welcomed the following species: American Tree Sparrow, Brown-headed Cowbird, Brewer’s Blackbird, Carolina Chickadee, Dark-eyed Junco, European Starling, House Sparrow, Mourning Dove, Northern Cardinal, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Red-breasted Woodpecker, Red-winged Blackbird, Song Sparrow, Tufted Titmouse.





I carried a camera at a local middle school golf match. At the first hole I noticed a Great Blue Heron haunting a pond, camouflaged by rip rap and grey skies.

Distractions during a round of golf are as unwelcome as a malfunctioning fire alarm in a school. So when a loud splash interrupted a golf shot, everyone turned to give disapproving frowns to the culprit.

The guilty party didn’t seem to care. The heron was holding a Largemouth Bass weighing at least two pounds. I commented that, this time, the heron bit off more than he could chew. I should have known better. Like any other heron, this one ate the bass whole. It just took a little more effort than usual.