There were always plenty of sparrows, flickers, crows, grackles, starlings cowbirds, robins, blue jays, tit mouse, and hawks. There are several types of hawks. I really only know the red tail hawk. If I see a hawk I identify it as a red tail. I am right 90% of the time. The cardinal was the most beautiful of the common birds in our neighborhood.
Less common were blue birds, gold finches and the evening grosbeak. My favorite was the cedar waxwing. Looking like a little bandit with a black mask and a cute top notch they only showed up in the spring to feed on the red berries of a nasty thorn bush in our back yard. The waxwings come in a flock, maybe 50 birds. They all land and take off as one. It is fascinating how they time the process much like a school of fish.
A few years back on a fly fishing excursion with Frog and Catfish (see fishing with Frog) we were driving along a winding road on the West Virginia side of the North Potomac looking for a spot to drop in to the river for trout fishing.
Frog slammed his SUV in reverse and sure enough up on a branch as colorful and magnificent as in “The Book” was a scarlet tanager. It did not move and neither did we. When it finally did fly off, we followed. For fifteen minutes we followed and gawked at that bird until he finally flew deep into the woods out of sight.
I thought I was the only “Birder” in my circle of friends. It turns out Frog and Catfish were also in the bird watcher closet.
I caught one small trout that three day weekend. Frog caught about twelve. Catfish doesn’t even count. About thirty he guessed. But I was the hero of the trip.
I spotted the scarlet tanager.
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