This Morning’s Walk – Random Obervations from April 17th

Courting yellow-shafted flickers, the male at the top of a dead branch, the female lower on the same branch. The male drums, moves his head to the left, fans his tail. The female moves her head to the right. Back and forth they do this, the male drumming every third or fourth time, heads moving … More This Morning’s Walk – Random Obervations from April 17th

Reverse Migration: A Discourse into the Spirit of Place, Excerpt 2

If you missed excerpt 1, read it here. Deeper The frothy umbels of cow parsley along the lanes are beginning to fade, to be replaced by the brilliant white of ox-eye daisies . There is less birdsong; instead, fledglings shout from the hedges and trees, demanding food. Pheasant chicks burst from cover as I walk … More Reverse Migration: A Discourse into the Spirit of Place, Excerpt 2