If you can't find me, that's where I'll likely be this time of year. Enjoying the song, trying to get a brief glimpse of the singer. It's addictive.
Saturday morning it was a brown thrasher. Although I never got a glimpse of the bird, I heard its repetitive, mocking call and decided it definitely was not a catbird. Brown thrashers are better imitators, although they could not hold a candle to a mockingbird. But since mockingbirds are rare in these parts, I'll take a brown thrasher.
Today I went on my usual noontime walk at work. I walk across the river and around one of our fish rearing ponds, a distance probably a little over a mile. It's a good way to get some fresh air and recharge my senses for the afternoon. As I was walking between the pond and the river today, I heard a familiar call. Robin like phrasing, but more shrill and rough, like the robin had a sore throat. Something in me remembered: scarlet tanager. Why did I decide I did not need binoculars or camera for this walk? I looked and listened, trying to hone in on the location of the singer. I finally caught a glimpse of him, a breathtaking vision of scarlet illuminated by sunlight. I was able to watch him for a couple minutes, the sunlight accenting the scarlet of his feathers. All I could say was "Thank you". I was entirely grateful for that moment.
This was my first scarlet tanager in a long time!