Window over Washington
Shrubs and thrushes, the inherent goodness of private property, and digital opera arising at the intersection of democracy and the arts
vol. 2 issue 25
Greetings,
Nothing too dramatic to report in the skies this week, but that does not negate there being birds of interest. I saw several warblers recently, and given that it is the tail end of migration season, I even saw two solitary sandpipers (funny oxymoron, but that is what they are called) in the creek, and a Cape May warbler in the park.
Best of all, the wood thrush has returned to the woods. These are the little flutes of the forest that carry my heart’s tune all summer long.
As for the usual crowd of backyard feeder songbirds, they’re out in force – and they are loud. Today I actually got annoyed with the scream-singing between a few cardinals (the Sharks) and robins (the Jets) in the Van Ness section of the city where I was. It was like the call and response of a gang fight in West Side Story: musical, but scary, and you just know someone is gonna get hurt.
The din was so intense I couldn’t hear the person I was speaking to when she replied. That person, as it tu…
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