Every June, there is a shift. A shift that goes unnoticed to most people going about their daily routines, they hear birds singing through open windows. For birders however, the world series is over and we slowly walk out of the stadium kicking trash and trying to remember where the car is parked. The most sought after sightings are north at their summer nesting grounds, and we are less likely to hear a Eastern Wood Pee Wee, Warbler, Oriole or a migrating songbird from any open window. We have the year round residents bluebirds, robins, catbirds and wrens to rely on. The end of the Spring Migration for me, brings more time to ride and kayak, now that my mornings will be free. I narrowly escaped the temptation to buy a Nikkor 500mm lens and tripod set up to replace the one I sold in 2010. Last October I had written about a book written in the year 1910 http://wp.me/p16qIk-a Birds Through The Year – by Albert Field Gilmore. I doubt we can find very many pertinent observations that are unchanged over a timespan of 100 years in regards to most subjects. Which is why I found great delight in having found this little gem of a book by Gilmore. Here is a snippet from Chapter 111 The Early Comers.
“In late summer Bluebirds wander in the flocks about the fields and pastures with what seems to be a touch of sadness in their call notes. In October some take their departure, but many remain until November is nearly gone, being among the last of our songsters to leave.”
There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost – BRYANT