It's that time of the year when they drift in like
milkweed seeds rather than fly in like birds. Rattling wings offer a
counterpoint to the cicadas and click beetles. Butterflies distract them. The
smell of fresh coffee seems to have no appeal. They're still young, it's not
their fault.
Young of the season, accompanied by parents and siblings,
find their way to our water and feeder offerings. Feisty hummingbirds just
getting some color in those ruby throats have learned how to protect a food
source, though they don't know why.
American Goldfinches in yellow, the
livery-color of the summer, are all about nesting now that others have
finished. And shorebirds, those long-distance migrants that travel thousands of
miles between the Arctic and South America have started their annual southward
trek.
It's the nadir of the bird watching season, some say.
Not so, says I. What's not to watch?
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