"The winter birds have come back againHere the sprightly chickadee, gone now is the willow wrenIn passing greet each other as if old, old friendsAnd to the voiceless trees it is their own they will lend"
Ray LaMontagne
Okay, we've not got any Chickadees (or even any Tits), but there was a couple of Willow Warblers on their way South here today, and I think those words by Ray LaMontagne sum up autumn migration perfectly and simply.
Although signs of migration are more limited than we would like for this time of year, there's still a very visible shift in avifauna on The Point. The first Hen Harrier whipped through the dunes and across the saltmarsh a few days ago, Lapland Buntings prrrp and tew over the beach, Goldcrests fiddle around the Tamarisk and the first skeins of Pinkfeet are descending through the low clouds outside as I write, exciting times!!!
Ray LaMontagne
Okay, we've not got any Chickadees (or even any Tits), but there was a couple of Willow Warblers on their way South here today, and I think those words by Ray LaMontagne sum up autumn migration perfectly and simply.
Although signs of migration are more limited than we would like for this time of year, there's still a very visible shift in avifauna on The Point. The first Hen Harrier whipped through the dunes and across the saltmarsh a few days ago, Lapland Buntings prrrp and tew over the beach, Goldcrests fiddle around the Tamarisk and the first skeins of Pinkfeet are descending through the low clouds outside as I write, exciting times!!!
Barefoot Birding: Sport of Idiots
Give this a listen. I saw Ray live in Bournemouth last year, what a voice!
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We still have plenty of chickadees here in Michigan. Always eating from our bird feeders full of black oil sunflower seed.
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