An un-melted dusting of flakes on dead leaves lights the way like foxfire along Laurel Ridge trails. Thirty-five degrees. This morning I’m trying a new area: the thickets at the drop-off of Brush Mountain to Sinking Valley. The best vantage point is the powerline cut, where I can see a swath of farmland, hear into the vine tangles, and watch the ridgeline for any birds crossing the mountain. Lights still twinkling: prosperous farms, and the borough of Birmingham farther out.
Matrk, As a nearby Sinking Valley dweller, I am enjoying your daily observations. I am sure we see many of the same birds here on the Skelp side of the mountain. Bill
I have been hearing a barred owl every evening and early morning....does that count.
Matrk, As a nearby Sinking Valley dweller, I am enjoying your daily observations. I am sure we see many of the same birds here on the Skelp side of the mountain. Bill
Thanks, Bill, much appreciated. If you see a Rough-legged Hawk, please send it our way!