And the Day After - the Birds Returned

A delicate fabric of bird song

Floats in the air,

The smell of wet wild earth

Is everywhere.

Sara Teasdale

The creek was still running high, but the herons and egret were back. Only a few of the ducks ventured into the stream. Pigeons, crows, vultures, jays and other winged-ones were out, hunting in the early morning light.

The squirrels taunted the dogs and the dew hung heavy on the spiderwebs.

I lie when I say we walked along the creek in Yettie Polk Park. The creek runs through three "separate" parks - Harris Community Park, Yettie Polk, and Confederate. I don't know where the dividing lines are, but they were once known by everyone and strictly enforced. We all walk the paths together now, but many folks remember those bad old days still. This Great Blue was at the old low-water crossing near Confederate Park. [It caught a fish too big to hang on to.]

Near the Main Street Bridge

Close to Second Avenue

We heard this woodpecker before we saw it - as we left the footbridge near the college.

The sunlight made his belly (and the rest of him) glow yellow.

But then he turned his head and I knew - Red-bellied Woodpecker.

This Black Vulture perched just above the vehicles...it's as if he is waiting for the broken limb to clobber someone.

Dew on the spiderwebs at the footbirdge