Friday, April 3, 2009

Effects of spring on birds of various sizes.

Winter Wrens spend winter being sullen in the undergrowth, scolding, "Chek! Chek! Chek!"

Today, an actually spring-like spring day (at least for a few hours), they switched mode and flew to high perches to broadcast their exuberant, bubbling song. Exuberant? You bet. To the point where after a few minutes of it you want to yell, "Enough already!" If you have ever been in the middle of a deafening chorus of Spring Peepers, it's sort of like that, but from a single, tiny, ventriloqual bird.

Spotted Towhees joined in with their weak trills. Oh towhee, you never really seem to know what's going on, or how to act, but good for you for trying.

Meanwhile, the trees were a-clacking with the sound of Northwestern Crows awkwardly snipping off branches for nests. They build almost shamefully inelegant stick-nests, yet still insist on fresh branches, no second-hand recycles, or windfall off the ground.

The crows took a break to bother an eagle. (They are in the branches above the Great Bird.) Bald Eagles here are dirt-cheap, but it's still interesting to see them perched in a tree in the middle of a suburban neighbourhood-- which reminds me: Once I received a phone call when I worked at a nature centre because there was a Bald Eagle sitting in a tree in the parking lot at Richmond Centre (a large shopping mall).
"Yes?" I said.
"Can you come and get it?"
Apparently it wasn't supposed to be there. It was probably trying to get away from crows.

Great Bird silently steams, and dreams of feeding tender crowlets to its young, in the months to come.


swamp4me said...

We only get to hear the winter wren sing its exuberant song on rare occasion since they don't nest here. We always consider it a treat.

Dee said...

I found you through another blog- you have some great pictures-I enjoyed visiting

Hugh said...

Swampy, It is an impressive song. If you're a little brown golf ball of a bird, what better way to get noticed?

Dee, hello, and thank you.