I was away to New England this past weekend for a quick trip for a family function. Now, some might take me to task, but due to the quick schedule and uncertainties on where I was to stay, I did not take my bins or my camera with me.
I ended up at my brother’s apartment in an established neighborhood outside of the city with a good number of mature trees and such. For the first time in years I heard the clear whistling song of the Song Sparrow each morning, though I never did positivity identify one by sight. There were also some American Robin parents feeding their nearly full-grown fledgling. It still had some of the breast markings of an immature, but the wash of orange-red was unmistakable.
The day before, while a friend and his wife drove me toward their home, we passed a small field with a flock of Canada Geese. Now I realize, being FROM that neck of the woods, that Canada Geese are far too common. They are very often an nuisance. But I was thrilled, because it’s been so many years since I’ve seen one.
Other than that, there were some brief sightings or sounds from American Crows, Blue Jays, Northern Cardinals and I think perhaps Common (a.k.a. European) Starlings.
Lonely Birder 