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.
Ahh, the white throated sparrow! They spend their winters here in North Carolina, with their drunken, off-key song. For years we didn't know what bird they were, and never saw them, so we called him "the taunt." We finally did catch sight of one about a year ago.
Carol has learned to sing back to them, and get them to answer her.
I love these little guys' songs. They've showed recently in my back yard in Atlanta. One of their tunes is this sad, lonely whistle of descending notes; like they're saying "here I am where are you" and not expecting an answer.
They're turning over the cornfields at one of the places I walk. There's usually a big flock of Kildeer there all summer. They haven't arrived yet. I did see a Wood Duck fly up out of the stream and land in a tree, never saw a duck in a tree before.
Sad news from the Norfolk Botanical Garden in Virginia. On Tuesday the female was struck by an incoming plane at the nearby Norfolk Intl Airport, a favorite hunting ground. The decision was made to remove the three eaglets and send them to the Virginia Wildlife Center to be raised until they can successfully hunt for themselves. Plan is to release them in late summer. The live cam stayed on through the removal and into Wednesday night, long enough to see the father deliver a fish to the empty nest and later come back and spend a few minutes looking around for his mate and eaglets. He has been spotted today by ground observers flying overhead and perched in a favorite tree.
It is tempting but unwise to assign human feelings to these creatures, so I'll content myself with thinking that perhaps the male thinks his eaglets have fledged.