This little songbird, I believe a Tennessee Warbler, had no fear, remarkably felt no need to escape when another person and I approached it.

This little songbird, I believe a Tennessee Warbler, had no fear, remarkably felt no need to escape when another person and I approached it.

The Turkey Vultures will depart soon. I will enjoy watching them soar over our neighbourhood until they do.

Here is a closer view of one of the Broad-winged Hawks I saw Saturday evening. You can see the distinctive white stripe across the tail as well as the black border on the wings.
I don’t remember ever seeing one before and had get out my hard copy of The Sibley Guide to Birds to identify it. Then I went to its entry at allaboutbirds.org to learn more.

As I took laundry off the clothesline late this afternoon, a hawk cruised through my peripheral vision. I looked up and there was another. And another. Another, another, on and on, and on. I gawked for a few moments then raced inside, grabbed the camera, and captured the spectacle of many Broad-winged Hawks riding the wind. Finally, a little regretfully, I felt obligated to resume my chore, though I kept looking up.
How many hawks do you count?

A juvenile Northern Cardinal gleans uneaten seeds from the ground under a bird feeder.

While a Turkey Vulture may, close-up, have an appearance that only a mother can love, It is marvellously graceful in the air and truly pleasurable to watch.

I was too slow to capture this Blue Jay before it moved.

I feed the birds year round, though less diligently in the warm months when multiple food sources are available.
A male House Sparrow helps itself to some oil sunflower seed.

This American Robin fledgling made a barely controlled landing on our shed roof. Concerned that it might slide right off and crash to the ground, we kept the dogs inside. After a moment it flew away – with surprising elan.

An American Robin prepares to carol its cheery greeting to welcome the coming day.
