April 15, 2024
The wind rattles the metal roof and shakes the windows. It strips leaves from the oaks and colors the air with the yellow and gold of fall. The hillsides shimmer like harvest time, but it’s spring in the Mule Mountains and everywhere is the smell of dust and pollen.
And with the wind comes the exchange of birds. The sparrows of winter head north. Most—like the Lincoln’s and Brewer’s and song sparrows—are already in Alaska and Canada. The half-dozen white-crowns will follow soon, as will the lingering pair of juncos with the dark eyes.
But now, the drab birds give way to the vibrant. April has graced the yard with 71 species so far, including ten species of hummingbirds, tiny jewels with wings. With yesterday’s hermit warbler, six kinds of warblers—with more to come—needle the flower-infested apple and chokecherry trees. A pair of hooded orioles has finally joined the “yucca” and Bullock’s orioles, the two materializing on the same day with the season’s first black-headed grosbeak.
Eye candy, each one.
I’ve marked my calendar for the return of last summer’s sweetest prizes. The flame-colored tanager and yellow grosbeak.
But I’m always game for something else unexpected.
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So many birds already! I’ve only seen one warbler so far, but we don’t get nearly as many as you do. Or at least I’m not as good as finding them. Yesterday, on a cloudy day, I had four black-bellied whistling ducks fly right past me. I’ve never seen one before! Spring migration is so much fun.
It's always a treat to see your photos and remember the Sonoran Desert, Ken! Thanks for keeping track of who is coming through in the avian world--I can anticipate some of those birds making it this far north in a few weeks. (Except it's so dry here in the juniper savanna at the foot of the Southern Rockies, they won't likely stick around this year, but will move on to somewhere not so deeply in drought.)