October 1, 2024
October. The season of the warbler draws to a close. This morning, I add six to my October list after the yard hosted eleven warblers for September, a month that saw a total of 86 birds. A bit below average.
I’ve photographed 19 different warblers in the yard so far, less than half of the 50 or so documented in southeast Arizona over the years, including the rarities. The numbers set up a certain expectation whenever I spot a familiar skulking among the leaves of the chokecherry trees. With warblers, you never know what you’ll get. Maybe even a life bird like last May’s extraordinary black-and-white warbler.
But as the warblers ebb toward wintering grounds to the south, I’m encouraged by other birds appearing from the north. This morning, the first dark-eyed junco of the season dips its bi-colored bill into the trickling fountain for a drink. It joins other Emberizines recently arrived: The wings of chipping and Brewer’s sparrows sputter among the dry goldeneye with a sound like burning sapwood. Lincoln’s sparrows keep to the shadows beneath trees capped with white-crowned sparrows, their zebra-striped heads gleaming in the first shafts of sunlight. And, a beautiful black-chinned sparrow materializes from gray light, a bird that only rarely visits the yard this time of year.
This is sparrow fall.
And my eyes are on the sparrow.
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Ooh, the Black-chinned Sparrow. I didn’t plan on showing favoritism, all Sparrows are created equal . But how could I not fall for those pale grayish feathers. If I were to paint him, I would add a tiny drop of purple to get just the right gray.
“…materializes from gray light…” Maybe it is just the highlighting from the “gray light” either way, stunning. This time of year here in VT our fall clouds tend to have a bruised gray look about them. So I’ll add , I love the Black chinned sparrow with bruised gray highlights. I Heard my last Dark-eyed Junco singing, just the end of last week. A bit lonely out there right now.
“This is sparrow fall.
And my eyes are on the sparrow.” Beautiful.