|Posted on May 16, 2014 at 7:30 PM|
This spring the phoebes have again raised their broods under the deck
near the basement door. The Carolina wren made her nest in an overhang
of one of the coops and those have flown on to adulthood now. She avoided the main coop after being trapped in there overnight, poor dear. Who could blame her?
This year, the blue gray gnatcatcher, teensiest bird I've ever seen next to a hummingbird, nested in one of the Leyland Cypress trees, and when the young phoebes blasted as a group from the nest, they went right into that tree, sending Mrs. Gnatcatcher into a tizzy. Poor little lady was beside herself that day. Woodpeckers are all over the place, every variety you can imagine, and I think the woodpecker has quite a repertoire of sound. Crows are also everywhere, in addition to hawks and falcons with their urgent cries. Once I thought I was hearing a baby bear crying for its mama, followed the sound (yeah, I know, I was a little hesitant that day to find what I thought I was hearing) and found a crow uttering the plaintive call, not a bear. There is a sound I keep hearing that I believe is a grouse of some sort. It has a thrumming sound, then a call. I've searched the online sound libraries to see if I can find the exact sound, but to no avail.
In warm, balmy nights in dusky light, on rare occasions, I will hear the hermit thrush, the most hauntingly beautiful sound I know. I stop to listen, but it ends too quickly for me every time. At night, the calls are the coyote and fox and other mysterious things. On nights of the full moon, the pull of the woods is almost too much to bear-I want to go out for a moonlit walk to see and hear- until I remember that I will be feasted on by ravenous mosquitoes and that keeps me indoors.
Who needs an alarm clock when the plucky Carolina wren is calling "teacher, teacher, teacher" or "bird city, bird city, bird city" outside your bedroom window? I lay in bed as I'm slowing dragging out of sleep to listen to the voices all around me and appreciate this place we've made for ourselves in the southern edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains.