For the seventh morning in a row, I've awakened to Evening Grosbeaks calling in my yard in Duluth (email me back channel if you want the address). The group, which seems to be made up of three or four families, has about 20 birds now. They're only occasionally in my feeders--they're spending a lot of time in the box elders, maples, cherry trees, raspberries, my bird bath, and my neighbor's little backyard pond. A few of the young are still begging for food, but the adults seem only to be feeding them up in the box elders, so I only have one pretty poor photo of that. I've got photos and a couple of videos on my flickr photostream here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraerickson/sets/72157627266314931/
-- Laura Erickson Duluth, MN For the love, understanding, and protection of birds There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of birds. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature--the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter. —Rachel Carson Please consider the environment before printing this e-mail. ---- Join or Leave mou-net: http://lists.umn.edu/cgi-bin/wa?SUBED1=mou-net Archives: http://lists.umn.edu/archives/mou-net.html
