Thursday, June 01, 2006

Atop the Weeping Willow

This handsome devil spent a few minutes singing from the weeping willow in the backyard this morning. Julie got several shots, but I (the clumsy digiscoper) managed only this one shot.

I remember the exact spot where, about this time of year, in 1974, I saw my first male orchard oriole. It was just past the little white church on Newell's Run, in a sycamore sapling poking up from the brush along the embayment.

The orchard male's combination of deep, dark cinnamon-rust and black is so understated for an oriole, but completely captivating to me.


At 12:37 PM, Blogger Endment said...

Oh - I can nearly hear the music

At 1:42 PM, Blogger BT3 said...

I love the orchard's sputtery melody. It took me years to recognize it, but now it's like the voice of an old, familiar friend.

Always appreciate your comments, Endment.


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