Thursday, June 1, 2006

Atop the Weeping Willow

Thursday, June 1, 2006
2 comments
This handsome devil spent a few minutes singing from the weeping willow in the backyard this morning. Julie got several shots, but I (the clumsy digiscoper) managed only this one shot.


I remember the exact spot where, about this time of year, in 1974, I saw my first male orchard oriole. It was just past the little white church on Newell's Run, in a sycamore sapling poking up from the brush along the embayment.

The orchard male's combination of deep, dark cinnamon-rust and black is so understated for an oriole, but completely captivating to me.

2 comments:

On June 1, 2006 at 12:37 PM Endment said...

Oh - I can nearly hear the music

On June 1, 2006 at 1:42 PM Bill of the Birds said...

I love the orchard's sputtery melody. It took me years to recognize it, but now it's like the voice of an old, familiar friend.

Always appreciate your comments, Endment.


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