Monday, March 21, 2011

My spring

Did you ever chance to hear the midnight flight of birds passing through the air and darkness overhead, in countless armies, changing their early or late summer habitat? It is something not to be forgotten... You could hear "the rush of mighty wings," but oftener a velvety rustle, long drawn out... occasionally from high in the air came the notes of the plover.
--Walt Whitman, Specimen Days

The warming March sun and a faintly whistled "peep lo" lured me to Sandy Hook this weekend to greet the newly arrived Piping Plovers. Courting Woodcock the evening before, an Osprey making a bee-line up the coast and the season's first Phoebe completed the day.

Happy Spring!

5 comments:

ReluctantChickenFarmer said...

Saw a beautiful tom turkey this morning while driving in. Made me want to stop and take a photo. Should have.

Made me also think about cranberry sauce....

MevetS said...

Swap out plover for snipe and it was a similar weekend for me.

Fun huh?

Beth in NYC said...

Love them piping plovers!

Rabbits' Guy said...

Hooray for Spring!

Caroline said...

Love the Whitman quote! It was about 2 am in the middle of South Dakota, a May night as we got out of car to check into Super 8. I am sure they were warblers, it was magical.