The sunrise after a stormy day yesterday:
It takes my breath away to look at such things so early in the morning.
I didn’t see any warblers or anything, but I did see some “regular” birds:
Downy woodpecker (first one I’ve seen visit the suet since I put it back up)
Bluejay (the squawky beautiful things!)
I saw this bird at the top of a tree and thought, “what the heck is that?” That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen a starling in his jazzy fall outfit:
You see how light he is, though? I thought I had me some exotic bird for a minute there!
So I set off on a nice walk after doodling around the backyard and watching the birds I mentioned above (though I STILL haven’t actually seen that yellowthroat, dangit!). The traffic on our road was incredibly busy, and I was cursing it and wondering what was going on when I remembered: “Oh yes. Penn State home game.” The Central PA universe revolves around Beaver Stadium.
Note to self: Don’t go into State College today, no matter what!
I finally turned off the main road onto Shook Hollow, a nice road for walking:
I didn’t really see any birds other than bluejays, catbirds, and starlings here, but the walk was nice all the same. I did get some looks from the locals, though:
And what, may I ask, are you doing here?
Here’s my usual turn-around point:
It’s so cold this morning, with a brisk wind blowing through the trees and providing a nice background sound for the constant cries of bluejays and mews of catbirds. I’m in shorts and a sweatshirt, so I’m not too cold except when the wind gusts.
Some sights from my walk:
Is this a doodie? I mean a scat? From what?
Who lives here?
Where are these guys going?
The wind is cold, but I can feel the warmth of the sun as it peeks through the trees.
I made my way back home, and took a few more close looks at the nature around me:
Pure white beauty
The tomatoes, still giving me everything they've got
The coming mums
I pick some dandies for Niblet (he loves the flowers even more than the leaves), and he’s so happy to see me. I couldn’t get any good shots of him that weren’t blurry; the battery’s tired after so many photos. And so we come to . . .