We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The song of the Wood Thrush came through my window Friday morning. A migrant, I think. It is a fine, musical spring sound which connects me with every spring I have lived through.
The Wood Thrush inhabits the dark Eastern forests of mature hardwoods and hemlocks, and is far more often heard than seen. His song is often described as a flute-like yodel, and indeed it is one of the haunting sounds from the woodlands. He forages near the ground for bugs, worms, and berries.
They do breed in the woodlands of the Farm but right now most of them are headed north. The great songbird (and warbler) migration to breeding grounds.
This member of the large family of Thrushes, which includes the American Robin, is heavily parasitized by Cowbirds, the Welfare Queens of the bird world.
Hear his remarkable song, and read more about him, here. If you do not really know birds, make sure you listen to the song on the site - if you spend any time outside, you will recognize that tune.
I walk my dog just at dawn here in central Israel. Every spring there is some Spanish-speaking bird who calls out "Buenas Dias!" and is answered in perfect Hebrew by another bird calling "Boker Tov!" I think the Spanish speaker is a Bulbul, but I've never managed to see the birds calling out their morning greeting.
Israel, by the way, is a birder's paradise -- we get species from Asia, Africa, and Europe, and there are several field schools for the dedicated observers.
Red-vented bulbuls are common around my house. They sit on my porch while keeping an eye out for insects. I wish they would find some other place to perch. They poop on the railing so I have to keep washing it down with bleach. And their calls are nothing but a raspy screech.
Saw a white cardinal the other day...uncommon but not rare.
We have wood thrushes in our woods. I love them. They are indeed like flautists and if the weather is just right and all the birds in our woods and fields are really going at it, some mornings sound like a symphony warming up.