Watching Backyard Birds | August 2018 Preview
Watching Backyard Birds • watchingbackyardbirds.com 31 I watched an oriole, knowing that I might not see many of them until next spring. Young rose-breasted grosbeaks, thick- billed and brownish, frequented the feeders, the females showing yellow under their wings and the males flashing red under theirs, about to embark on their first migration south. I will miss them and their sweet-tongued parents whose whistled songs enthralled me. Common nighthawks flew C — Al Batt Al Batt is a writer, speaker, storyteller, and humorist. His first book is a collection of his stories, A Life Gone to the Birds , published by BWD Press. Short Stories from Al Chimney swifts, looking like flying cigars, fed on air-borne insects. The swifts live up to their name and nest in chim- neys. Indigo buntings sang, Fire, fire. Where, where? Here, here. Put it out, put it out. Barn swallows lined the utility wires before my presence caused them to take flight. They sliced through the air above me, calling switch-it . They had begun staging for a journey to Central or South America. Birding the Backyard BRUCE WUNDERLICH Baltimore oriole, male.
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