This evening, I’m bundling up in a couple three layers and taking an owl prowl, something I’ve never done before. In fact, come to think of it, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen an owl in the wild. Fingers crossed for tonight.
So, with that, I thought it would be fun to post some photos from this past summer, when I had an interesting and memorable warm-weather birding experience.
During a quiet sail in September, this little migrant landed on our boat when we were about two miles off shore. He rode along with us for about 45 minutes, hopping all around the boat, up one side and down the other, from bow to stern, feasting on the many spiders tucked into the nooks and crannies on board. Fuel for his long flight south.
I think this is a Blackpoll warbler, which means he was migrating from upper Canada to South America!