Holiday weekends rank among my very favorite things, but they can be somewhat problematic. At what point, for example, is it proper to ask one about one’s weekend? Usually I ask about your weekend on Monday, since we all agree that Saturday and Sunday comprise the standard weekend. But Monday, technically a weekday, absorbs the properties of a weekend day during a holiday like the one we’re immersed in stateside. I don’t think we’re going to get to the heart of this baffling paradox today though… after all, for some of us, this is still the weekend!
I enjoyed a few fancy summer breeding birds this weekend, but if I have to choose, my favorites were the Eastern Bluebirds. Of course, I love the adults in that soft, almost iridescent blue set off by rich rust orange and white. The juveniles, however, are something else entirely in dappled brown and blue! Corey’s best bird of the weekend was undoubtedly another New York State resident, maybe even a proud Bald Eagle…
Happy 4th of July! May the wings of liberty never lose a feather…
What was your best bird of the weekend? Tell us in the comments section about the rarest, loveliest, or most fascinating bird you observed. If you’ve blogged about your weekend experience, you should include a link in your comment.
The pair of Painted Buntings is still hanging around my feeder, though I only see them about once a day.
Apathy has set in and I didn’t get much birding time in this weekend…I saw my first southbound Least Sandpipers of the fall yesterday though. A muskrat chasing a Redhead pair was pretty funny.
My best bird was indeed a New Yorker, but not a Bald Eagle. No, I enjoyed the dulcet song of Wood Thrush all weekend long.
Not many birds to be seen in the concrete jungle of Manhattan. (Did hear a Red-bellied Woodpecker at my parents’ place in Putnam County, though.)
My best bird of the weekend was a blink-and-you-miss-it accident: a Great Egret (my FOY, I think) being buzzed by a Red-winged Blackbird in the marsh along the monorail tracks at Newark Airport. Put a smile on my face.
We got our first Hummingbirds at our new house in Southwest Virginia this weekend on the 2nd of July.
What a treat, better than fireworks!
A New Zealand falcon with a songbird in its claws soaring past my house.
While staying at our cabin in Michigan (near Gladwin), I saw a BREWSTER’S WARBLER and several (maybe half a dozen) MOURNING WARBLERS. I find both of these birds tough to find during spring migration. But around the cabin, in the summer, no problem.