Signs of a changing season are busting out all over, but I can’t see any of them with all the snow that fell last night. We weary winter warriors need some serious respite. Shouldn’t someone be sending St. Bernards with brandy barrels on their collars to help us get through this?
Like the fabled honey badger, grackles don’t care. The snow and cold hardly seem to faze them. I was pleased to not only see these ebon rascals but hear them, puffed up with bravado and bile, croaking their mechanical calls. Corey’s Best Bird of the Weekend was his first migrating Eastern Phoebe of the year, what he considers the true sign that spring has come. He saw it at Rockaway Community Park in Queens.
How about you? 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.
So many to choose from after a day in the West African forest. Black-Bee-eater was a good one, but the highlight has to be the White-necked Rockfowl, or Picathartes.
The hundreds of thousands of migrant waterfowl staging on the Lake Ontario and nearby waters is incredible.
My best duck-like-thing was a Pied-billed Grebe . Best land-bird was a Northern Flicker.
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Two lifers on Saturday while birding in southeast Dallas county (Texas) at a grass/sod farm: American Golden Plover and Franklin’s Gull. But my favorite bird that day was a cheeky Horned Lark that wouldn’t share the (gravel) road with me.
My best bird(s) was going to be the trio of Common Mergansers killing time in the Chicago River, with commuters whizzing across the bridges above. But like last year, a Red-tailed Hawk came to wish us good luck as the Shamrock Shuffle race got underway, catching a thermal above Grant Park. It was definitely good luck for me!
What type of bird is in the picture?! I dont know how to care for a baby bird that looks like this! Help please.