May 21, 2015
Today, I met with a group of birders from the land conservancy for a nature hike.
This was my first experience with birders.
I have often wondered about them. What kind of breed are they? Would we have anything in common?
It was like falling into a pot of kindred spirits.
We hiked slowly, naming birds by their song, to Mud Lake. The leader then announced some prefer to call the lake, Julie Lake, over Mud Lake, because of it’s beauty. Things were off to a great start.
In case you don’t know, I am Julie.
I brought my camera, but expected only flower and landscape shots with such a large group disturbing the peace. I was pleasantly surprised by the quiet of the group. This was not a group interested in mindless chit-chat. They wanted to hear the birdsong, as much as I.
When the leader let out some avian trills, I was thrilled to realize he spoke bird and spoke it very well.
He pointed out this yellow warblers nest in the fragrant autumn olive.
We watched a determined tree swallow, hoping for a feather bed, attempt to insert a swan feather into it’s nesting hole.
The leader pointed out a baltimore oriole nest, suspended from a tree, overlooking Julie Lake.
If I were a bird, I would choose to live here. Aptly named, Julie Lake surely was a beauty.
I discovered it’s more fun birding in a group because another’s knowledge can fill in the blanks. I also discovered I have more blanks than I thought; others heard what I would have missed.
This is not a great picture because of the distance, but the sight of this rarely seen scarlet tanager was the perfect ending to a perfect morning.