We're into our high green season now, with the new grasses up so high you couldn't see a morel if there were some. In the marsh and throughout the river bottom, the Great Crested Flycatcher's raucous calls are one of the most noticeable sounds. Look for him always in the top. But the big news this morning is the arrival of both the Green-backed Herons and the Veeries. I think I'll go Veery hunting this year--that is, follow their songs in the marsh long enough to observe them for a while. The Phantom Crane Flies are out now as well, drifting their marvelous drift among the knee-high cattails.
Numerous flights of Canada Geese are heading north this morning. The first ones flew over in the fog and could not be seen despite all the honking. But why would they be flying north now? Haven't they already laid and hatched their eggs? Is it possible that their new young are already flying? I'm a poor naturalist.
The bad news is that the Sapsuckers seem to have abandoned the nest trees they occupied over the past three springs.
Shane turns 26 tomorrow night a few minutes before midnight. Happy Birthday, Shane.
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