[Tweeters] Morning Chorus, and a Haiku
josh.n.glant at gmail.com
Thu May 14 08:21:21 PDT 2015
This morning at 6:50 AM, I leaned on my bedroom windowsill to see (?) what I could hear. I was quite satisfied with the results! I compiled a list below. I wrote the 4-letter code as I heard the bird, then extended it and added details later.
Olive-sided Flycatcher - Quick-THREE-beers!
Wilson's Warbler - At least two, singing their cascading songs near and loud.
Townsend's Warbler - Classic TOWA-type song; buzzy and rising, finishing with a high-low-high sharp note.
Swainson's Thrush - FOY in the yard (second of the year); I first heard the bird calling from a seemingly low perch a few times (could have been up high), and a minute later a soft spiraling song rose from the undergrowth just to confirm that he really had arrived.
American Robin - Ubiquitous.
Brown Creeper - One faint song at one point.
Song Sparrow - Loud and ringing, pretty close to the window.
Red-Breasted Nuthatch - Enk! Enk! Enk!
Golden-crowned Kinglet - Singing and calling; the small voice of the forest.
Spotted Towhee - Singing.
Bewick's Wren - Singing.
Douglas Squirrel - Not a bird, but notable anyways! Chattered once in a shrilly torrent of sharp notes.
My only misses were American Crow and Pacific-slope Flycatcher, both of which are often heard in the morning.
Update: at 7:40 AM, both species were calling loudly! A complete morning chorus.
At 7:48, a Brown Creeper was at (and/or near) our suet feeder! Only the 4th visit ever to our feeder tree by a Brown Creeper.
On the way to school, the Olive-sided Flycatcher gave me one sweet song to send me off (forgive my anthropomorphism; I just love that song!) and Wilson's and Townsend's Warblers were very vocal near my house. Either a group of TOWAs and WIWAs just came here from somewhere else on the island, or a group of warblers migrated north last night despite the rainy conditions!
Anyways, there's my morning. Oh, and two last things: yesterday there was a fledgling junco at our feeder! We was pecking quietly at the ground.
And last but not least: a haiku, titled simply:
Though the sky is gray
The the smell of blossoms still hangs
Wet Wilson's Warbler
Inspired by a walk to my local park, Ellis Pond. Highlights included a heard-only Wilson's Warbler (hence the haiku reference), Bushtits, and a soggy crow that was quite confiding!
The trick to a good haiku is, as I've learned, to show rather than tell (a method, coincidentally, good for memoir writing, as my English teacher explained yesterday). A truly great haiku uses seasonal themes in a meaningful way, aided by the use of "season words" (blossoms). I hope I've achieved that here today!
Good birding, Joshua Glant
Mercer Island, WA
Josh.n.glant at gmail.com
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