Everyday I’m hobblin’
“You’re a trooper” “You got some heart” “You’ll let nothing stop you” “Way to go!” “Are you okay?” These are the things people will say to you if you hike up Powell Butte Nature Park on crutches. I know this because I tried to find one of 11 Mountain Bluebirds spotted the day before, but unfortunately, all I found were well-meaning platitudes.
At least it was good exercise? I suppose. I feel I’d gotten cocky after convincing Tomas to drive by the fire station near Broughton Beach to look for a Rough-legged Hawk that’d been seen there. Found it!
Birding is so easy! Of course it is.
Most of my time this past weekend I spent hanging out with the yard birds, especially after I saw a Black-capped Chickadee show interest in a nesting box I put up last year. After many hours of watching though, it’s still unconfirmed if they’re using it.
Another highlight while sitting outside enjoying the spring sunshine was witnessing a wake of Turkey Vultures fly overhead.
This is the first time I’ve recorded them from the yard and I counted 20!
They just kept coming. This is the kind of stuff that makes yard-birding interesting.
While vultures migrated overhead, other birds were singing up a storm. I heard Varied Thrush, Ruby-crowned Kinglet, and Golden-crowned Kinglets jingling in the Doug-fir trees surrounding the yard.
I heard a handsome Fox Sparrow.
And a charming and perky-tailed Bewick’s Wren.
At the feeders House Finch and Lesser Goldfinch add some color.
While the Red-breasted Nuthatch adds personality.
At the office I’ve spent more time watching the Anna’s Hummingbird nest than working.
She’s made regular feedings, but I haven’t seen any little hummers yet.
I’ve also yet to see a Rufous Hummingbird this year, but there’s still time.
The flowers have just sprung.
Tweets and chirps,