Big birds

The broadwing on Warwoman swooped from telephone line to telephone line and then ever-so-rapidly into the forest last week.  A very sweet sight!  This week, a neighbor and I were graced with a rare sighting -- a big bird, we weren't sure if it was an osprey or an eagle -- diving into the West Fork of the Chattooga for a meal.  A very powerful sight!

Broadwing on Prado

Surprise!  I was in Atlanta yesterday and one of my favorite birds, the broadwing hawk, is seen dancing over and ahead of my truck on The Prado in Ansley Park, in the middle of one of the most urbanized areas of Midtown.

The bird them followed me back toward the mountains, displaying himself again in a swooping dive over U.S. Route 441 on the way to Rabun.  Or, was that one of his country cousins?

Disconnections in the outback

So, what is it with the birds and the bats in recent weeks?

One the same day recently, my truck ran down a little blue-ish bird of some species or other, then promptly managed to "bounce" a big turkey buzzard off the windshield, which was slow in getting out of the way of the roadkill it was eating on Warwoman Road (where else?)

A couple of days later, one of those ever-so-fast bats glanced off Fran's car.  Huh? I thought they had unerring radar!

Yesterday, I awoke to a pressing dream:  A mountain lion swimming in the Chattooga River, with only it head and ears peeking out of the water.

What are these connections all about?

 

Happiness is ...

... getting a glimpse of all these big birds that have been flying around in recent days.

Had four sightings of the big pileated woodpeckers in two days -- and also glad to report that the Glade Road broadwing hawk is back on station.

These woodpeckers are loud and insistent when they drum into trees -- so loud and insistent that some friends believe they are my "totem"  -- hey, am I really that loud and insistent!

One of the woodpeckers was gliding at ground level over the little stream that courses around our pasture and garden.  Most times, they are higher up, beating their wings hard to stay airborne.

The hawk is pure joy to watch in the air -- fast and direct and no nonsense.

It is very good to know these big birds are still my friends.

Bats are back, and more.

In recent days, the temperatures around here have been getting warmer, into the high 70s and low 80s -- a blessed change of pace from what had been a fairly frigid winter.  This has occasioned a veritable birthing of critters and peepers we had not seen (or heard) since last year:

--  The carpenter bees are buzzin' around the house.
--  The gnats number in the millions, and every one knows how to bite at my eyelids.
--  Saw two lemon-gold colored butterflies yesterday.
--  That same pair of birds, as every year, is building nests in the overhang of the porch.
--  The wasps are spitting out new homes, and attacking the window screens.
--  And the bats are back!

The other night, this nice friendly bat danced in our headlights the last 0.2 miles to the house.  Now, that was a treat, and a true harbinger of a new season.

Pileated

© Warren Greene/CLO

My first pileated woodpecker of the season flew away in front of me yesterday.  The flight of this big, prehistoric-looking (but also magnificent) bird is ungainly.  After each flap of wings, it seems pulled downward by its weight, but then rises again with another tremendous flap, its brilliant red crest shooting through the nearby forest like a signal of spring.  (The daffodils bloomed yesterday, too.)

Birds are back

We got a slight break from winter weather here in the past few days -- leading the birds to bloom into the landscape, searching out nesting sites, pecking at the seeds and generally being much more visible.  A hoot owl's been hooting almost continuously since last night.  And I saw Indigo
Bunting in the field two days ago -- about as bright and glowing a color as one can see in the mountains.