March 3, 2014: Roseburg, Oregon
Friends in Wisconsin and family in New Hampshire are still talking about below zero weather, meanwhile we just finished our first mowing of the lawn. If we had waited any longer we’d have to get a hay bailer out there. Our lawn is lush and green all winter, then dry and crunchy by mid summer. The spring challenge is to find a day when the grass is dry enough to cut, dry enough so we don’t stall the lawnmower more than just a few times.
Daffodils are blooming and my ornamental cherry just popped into bloom.
And today nature surprised me with a bird call I wasn’t familiar with. Dale and I were walking about a block from home and heard, “Twee, twee, twee, twee” – about four insistent calls, a brief pause and then four more. I’d just heard a junco trilling his little heart out, the first of the season, and now this strange call.
Fortunately the little bird had the decency to show himself. He spooked to a new location. Even though all I had was a silhouette, I knew immediately I was looking at a white-breasted nuthatch. He clung to the side of a birch in proper nuthatch fashion and then flew to the tippy top of another tree to sing. There he sat, way up above the neighborhood singing his little heart out.
When we got home I did a little searching and found white-breasted nuthatches sound a little different in different parts of the country. Mine sounds very much like a recording from Monterey Bay, California that I found on http://xeno-canto.org.
http://xeno-canto.org is a wonderful web site for checking out bird songs.