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June 11
The weather has combined with my inertia and has turned me into a bit of a slug lately. Finally rain or not, I went out for a walk. The thickets are full of wild rose vines in bloom and the mulberries are fattening up nicely. A Great Egret was feeding in one of the deeper drainage ditches and often only his head was showing. The Osprey nest was attended by one adult. I have no idea if there are any eggs up there or not. I’ll just have to wait until a chick pops up a head or not. On Palermo St. I found this allium nearly buried in a jungle of weeds.
Geoff’s path out to the Overlook was full of Redwings and Grackles angrily protesting my presence. The Overlook had a few ducks dabbling for food. A pair of Willets were back and forth. One perched on this log for a while. I expected to be dive bombed by one or the other. Today they ignored me which was a surprise since they can be very aggressive.
At the Boardwalk, the only thing to see was a Snowy Egret sitting still and all hunched over. Nearby at the edge of the meadow, the Rus Rugosa were in glorious bloom.
At the crest of the meadow, two birds were tangling with each other. The first was a Kingbird which was doing its territorial thing.
Its opponent was a Baltimore Oriole. It was the brightest thing at Belle Isle today and it lit up my day.
Further along I cam across a finely made carpet of daisies.
Bennington St. was quiet. At Suffolk Downs station, I found this mysterian, a bird that I cannot identify. It’s an immature something.
[Next Day - The mystery has been solved by my favorite birding guru. It’s an immature male Baltimore Oriole.]
Getting out today was a powerful tonic. It was worth the effort for the uplifting of my spirits. Even the Starlings looked good today.
Ciao!
-Jorge
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