MORNING SENTINEL • May 11, 2022
We’ve been thinking of naming our driveway that runs down over the river and through the woods, “Jaybird Street.” The trees this spring sound more full of birds than we can remember in a long time. Jeering, purring, cross-talking, raucous blue jays are the spirits of the place. The phoebes showed up right on time in April. Chickadees marking territories as always. Canada geese honking overhead on the way to summer north. A couple of ducks took control of the maple-shrouded brook, of all places, quacking and flapping when we startle them. And cranky crows, the corvid cousins of the inescapable jays. Heard but not seen are the ovenbird, veeries, vireos, northern parula (trill); song sparrows, juncos. Rockin’ in the treetops all day long are the robins. ~ Dana Wilde