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Redstarts
We’ve had what I believe to be a female redstart around our yard this summer. Recently she was traveling up the trees beside the driveway with a whole band of others. I never did see a male, but I assume the birds with her were juvies. They certainly acted like it — including the one who seriously considered landing on my head.
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Ferd’s Bog
The walk into Ferd’s Bog, where I heard the winter wren, has a primeval feel. It was very quiet, though as we approached the bog itself, we heard a few bush-dwellers rustling about. This one, a hermit thrush (I think), posed so nicely my photo should be better than it is.
On to the bog, traversed by a boardwalk. Earlier in the summer, the grass is red with pitcher plants. Not so much so in August.
Cedar waxwings were everywhere, making their high-pitched noises that, I’ve read, are sometimes too high for the human ear to pick up.
The walk out is equally beautiful, of course, though it seemed all new because we were moving in a different direction.
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Mystery solved
In 2011, I heard a bird song in the Adirondacks that I couldn’t identify. This year I heard it again. Finally it occurred to me to ask the folks over at Cornell Lab. I sent them a link to some video clips I posted of the song on my other blog, and they identified the bird for me. It’s a winter wren!
Here is some video of a singing winter wren over at YouTube. I’m so glad that next time I hear the bird, I’ll know what to look for!
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Give us this day…
…our daily bread.
Our neighbors often throw their stale bread out for the birds, but this time it was snatched up in a huge mouthful by a gray fox. Off to feed young — or just addicted to carbs?
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Fawn in the ferns
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Blackburnian warbler
This was my first sighting of a blackburnian warbler. We spent a few days in the Adirondacks, and this fellow was part of a crowd of warblers making their way through the yard.
Most of the others were, I think, black-throated greens, though the only ones I got pictures of were in their non-breeding plumage…
…or perhaps, in some cases, juveniles.
On a hike up Bald Mountain, flocks of golden-crowned kinglets were working the treetops. It’s amazing to me how many caterpillars there are for them up there!
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Buttermilk Falls
We stumbled upon this state park in Ithaca the other day. I pulled into the entrance to turn around, and the girls took one look and wanted to explore.
So we did.
A trail, mostly stone stairs, led up beside the falls for 3/4 of a mile or so. It was filled with fairylandish vistas; around every corner was a new scene to exclaim over. Out of the rock walls beside the trail, water trickled. It was one of the wettest and most lush walks we’d ever taken.
Can you see the bird’s nest disguised on this wall? 
Pinnacle Rock The walk down was, in a way, more challenging. It’s hard to have the brakes on all the way. The trail down also skirted the falls much more widely, and we couldn’t see them very often. But we surely got an eyeful on the way up.
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Green Heron
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Goldfinches
They’re like falling stars in the back yard — bright fluffs of yellow with dramatic black accents.
The volunteer sunflower patch that grew beneath our bird feeder looks pretty rag tag, but this is when it gets most interesting to the goldfinches.
The females are much more discreet, but equally fond of sunflower seeds. We have several feeders with them, but the finches prefer to harvest their own.
Sometimes, polite requests to share are met with stony refusal.
Their chatter always makes me smile. They’re later nesters, and this time of year they are especially evident. They’re one of the treasures around here.
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Bean there, done that
This little rabbit loves to hide out in our beans. They are a perfect cover, and the fence that we erected to keep him and his kin out is in all probability a nice protection against the neighborhood foxes and cats.
As far as I can tell he’s not actually eating beans or bean plants, but rather weeds. We saw him on Sunday for the first time, and I suggested that my daughter catch him in her butterfly net.
We let him go outside the fence, and he hid in a hole in the wall. But he may already be outgrowing that mode of escape.
I need to get some finer mesh fencing for that half of the garden — like what’s around the lower half to keep out the woodchuck I observed lifting cucumber vines in both paws and chomping down with relish. But meantime, this is a cute little garden ornament, and as far as I can tell he’s not doing much if any harm. At least, not yet.
