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Perfect Evening

Yesterday evening, I went over to Lake Crabtree and went walking.

The fields are full of swamp sunflowers, the sunflowers are full of bees and butterflies, the sun was setting across the lake in that crazy fuscia-red shade, the herons were striding grimly through the marsh, and it was just...perfect. A single perfect gem of an evening. I went walking down the sunflower path to the woods, scattering wrens and miscellaneous sparrows. A lone kingfisher went chattering overhead, swooped low over the water, and landed on a spar. The air smelled spicy and faintly sweet, and butterflies hung off the sunflowers, flapping drunkenly in the throes of nectar inebriation. A ragged-winged swallowtail careened overhead, nearly hit me, corrected, and landed on a nearby flower. I was unable to shake the feeling that if I'd leaned in close enough, I'd hear it giggling.

I looked down the path, and saw two deer, right at the edge of the path, watching me. A buck and a doe, the buck with a fairly small, spiky rack, now out of velvet. The doe retreated, but the buck stood there for several minutes, trying to decide whether I was worth fleeing or not. Eventually I looked away, following a Carolina wren that went skittering through the sedge, and when I looked back, he was gone.

I eventually walked back, around the edge of the lake, and saw a Pepperidge Farms Warbler Assortment hanging around in the grass, the low trees, and through a willow on the edge of the water. Identifying fall warblers can be a miserably frustrating exercise, and I don't know half of what I saw, but the first-year American redstart was clear--yellow tail stripes diagnostic--as was the tail-waggling of the prairie warbler (a bird which, with the usual precision of ornithology, doesn't hang out on prairies at all.) And both of those were lifers, which was just the final fillip on a gorgeous evening.

Much of my life is still painful and occasionally exhausting, but as long as there are occasional evenings like that, it's worth it.


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I have never seen a Prairie Warbler, And I have been birding for almost 19 years now. And what about the Northern Waterthrush, which I rarely see near water?

I've never seen a northern waterthrush at all, near or far from water!

Or a cedar waxwing, or an oriole, or...you know, I'm gonna shut up now before I depress myself...

If you really want to see cedar waxwings, go to Erskine College in Due West, South Carolina, in the fall. Their shrill screechings nearly drove me deaf every fall. Their flocks were quite large. Gorgeous birds, though.

I have about 100 Cedar Waxwings in my yard for a month each May, eating the mulberries from my Mulberry trees......but not this year. The Freeze killed the Mulberry crops. Look for Cedar Waxwings in Winter, in Hackberry, Holly, and in Spring, Mulberry Trees; in short, in most any berry producing bush or tree. And Cedar Waxwings always travel and feed in large flocks. They make a high-piched, shrill whistling, almost like steam escaping, that is almost felt more than heard.

I've never seen an Oriole in my yard but have seen them nearby, both Baltimore, (Northern, and Orchard Orioles.

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