Today was the kind of day that makes you want to be a bird. Not just any bird, though. I am talking Hawk. Specifically, a Red-tailed Hawk, like the two I saw today, playing in spring air thermals rising from the sun-warmed Earth. I stood and watched for a while and tried to imagine how that kind of freedom must feel. As I stood on the hill the sun and strong breeze balanced each other perfectly - I felt neither too warm nor too cool. Just very alive.
I finally called to Daisy and Duke and headed downhill to Meetinghouse Creek. Butterflies were fluttering everywhere! Mourning Cloaks, a Zebra Swallowtail, Falcate Orangetips (male and female), Orange and Common Sulphurs, as well as Spring Azures, a Buckeye, and a Painted Lady all flew above the pipeline grasses.
I sat to check out the tiny flowers blooming near the creek and began hearing things: a Clearwing Dragonfly zoomed past me sounding like a miniature helicopter; fat bumblebees buzzed me while I drew. Grasshoppers moving about the grass made summery zzzzzzt! sounds the whole time I sat there. The creek gurgled and rippled, and last but not least, birds sang their little hearts out! My list:
Carolina Wren
Titmice
Carolina Chickadees
Pileated Woodpecker
Cardinals
White Breasted Nuthatch
Field Sparrows
Gold Finch
Kinglets
Red-Bellied Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
Was that an Indigo Bunting I heard? Not sure about that one. Tomorrow I plan to go in search of the secretive Louisiana Waterthrush I saw beside this creek last year.
Spring! I am so happy it is here.
