Week 8
All about the bird....stories.
Monday the 16th temperatures in the mid 50s, around 1 pm.
My photos from week 8 are borderline basic and not very interesting. This is partially due to my iPod, which I take my pictures on, dying, literally right when the birds in my natural area in Ravenna began showing themselves to me. So instead I will try and tell my complete week 8 bird watching story, and hopefully it will be better than pictures. I began my bird watching for the day by just standing in the center of my spot, on the log above the creek by a red cedar tree. As usual I hearing a lot of twittering from the trees above me and in front of me more towards the path that is a ways away. I stopped myself, got out my sketch journal because I obviously couldn't take pictures, and got ready to see some birds. Then one came right down to my hip level about 5 feet away from me. It was pretty consistently tweeting and jumping around from branch to branch, going in and out of my sight. In these first few minutes I just tried to look at it as much as I could so that I could draw it from memory. I did, and as usual with my sketching the first was pretty close to being the best one I made. Since I didn't get a picture of it to use on iNaturalist, I google searched what I couldn't even informally ID it. I have left a picture I found on google below so that I and can remember this when I see it again and so it will help me when I go to iNat.This image is not my own, and I
was unable to properly cite it due
to the lack of original source/page.
A couple minutes after this first bird began flitting around me, another joined. This one looked really pretty much identical to the first one except for the coloring of yellow on the very top of the head was a little more orange. These two then, literally danced around me for 20 minutes while I watched their behavior, which was just jumping around, up and down, and over and under the thing branches of the fallen tree that I was standing on. Overall it was a pretty great experience being this close, and I must admit, it would have been more fun if I could have photographed it.
Cassie Maylor
