Eighteen with a breeze and blowing snow. Cloudy, but clear enough for some early light. For the second day in a row, I cannot detect a bird before 7 AM. All that’s in the air is the strong smell of neighborly weed, and some possible quacking. At 7 on the dot, the junkyard raven honks twice, then a few minutes later, perhaps in response to a beeping work vehicle, does its higher-pitch croaking.
Possible Demise of the Downy Woodpecker
Possible Demise of the Downy Woodpecker
Possible Demise of the Downy Woodpecker
Eighteen with a breeze and blowing snow. Cloudy, but clear enough for some early light. For the second day in a row, I cannot detect a bird before 7 AM. All that’s in the air is the strong smell of neighborly weed, and some possible quacking. At 7 on the dot, the junkyard raven honks twice, then a few minutes later, perhaps in response to a beeping work vehicle, does its higher-pitch croaking.