6:30 to 7:30 am, 57 Degrees, Clear Skies, Wind 5mph NNW
Move a muscle change a thought. Perhaps not the right phrase. I moved maybe two feet to my right and I noticed a birch tree. It does not take much of a shift to change one's perspective. It is not that close to me. It was behind some tree trunks. The other day when it was slow in the sit spot I saw some birch bark on the ground down by where the crick would be if it was not a drought. I thought I was wrong because I had not seen a birch tree. I need to trust my observations more.
As I walked out my door I could see Black-capped Chickadees on the feeder in front of my home. These are the same chickadees that inhabit The Little Forrest. I saw them fly out to the island as I walked out to the sit spot. Shortly after I sat, the chickadees came into the Little Forrest from behind me. Low and all around me for a moment. I had hoped they would hit the feeder near my sit spot. Same feeder same seed. They are eating the seed in front of my house faster than in The Little Forrest. It has been there longer. Perhaps it is because they have been eating in front of my condominium for years. From All About Birds
- The oldest known wild Black-capped Chickadee was a male and at least 11 years, 8 months old when it was recaptured and rereleased during banding operations in New York in 2021. It had been banded in the same state in 2009.
It is amazing to me what watching nature regularly has changed in me. I have moved into watching the birds and now I think about the birds more. I have never really thought about how old a chickadee could be. Now I wonder.
When I got to my sit spot there was a fair amount of bird activity. Mostly calls. The aforementioned chickadees flying through. And one agitated squirrel. The bird calls did not seem agitated. Around ten minutes or so, there was a squirrel in Old Red clearly agitated with me! I thought we had passed that. It took off to the west. I followed its travel through the motion of branches and leaves. It moved to the far end of my sight. Perhaps it was not a regular visitor to the Little Forrest. Later another squirrel traveled within ten feet of me without worry. My phone shifted on my chair and I moved and the squirrel moved faster! It let out a couple of quick calls and then stopped. So, I am not fully trusted.
The birds while calling seemed subdued until the sun started to reach down into the Little Forrest. It was 57 degrees. It seems like the fifties is the time they slow in the mornings. I know a few of the birds are year round. It gets much colder so it will be interesting to see how they act going into winter. Some birds will head to South America! Not sure when they will leave but the Red-eyed Vireo travels to the Amazon rain forrest. A much larger forrest. And that to is connected to and part of The Little Forrest. Amazing how interconnected everything is!
Merlin heard 23 bird species. Most of them were probably there. The mallard was an agitated squirrel. I still do not think there is a water thrush in the Little Forrest as there is no water. We are in drought.