With the plethora of suitors hanging out in the woods this Spring, I am sure this sweet female had her pick of the lot and is now raising a family of little Redwing Blackbirds. Some of which will be sounding off in the top of the trees this time next year.
Also called the American Red Squirrel, these wee fellas race around like forest ninjas. Now you see them, now you don’t – oh wait, there he goes! And you better hope he is not chasing you.
Deep among the shelter of leaves, all fluffed against the cool and cloudy afternoon, the catbird sits thinking catbird thoughts.
We came upon a Killdeer’s nest in the middle of a corn field that has yet to be planted this Spring. She gave us a beautiful demonstration of her broken wing dance.
You can almost see the worry and concern within her eyes, so we marked the nest with a tall stick several feet in front of it to keep from accidentally stepping on it, and walked away feeling very blessed to have seen such a beautiful display of a Mother’s sacrificial love.