About three weeks ago it started. A familiar sound this time of the year. A lucky sound. The sound of some higher pitched squeaks, just loud enough to be noticable, and low enough to indicate a special kind of bird has just come into this world. As the days passed I began to hear a few more of them and they became more prominent.
Then, about a week later they began to circulate around the yard in cyclic movement, finding their way from tree to tree. Learning, to fly and communicate.
It doesn’t happen every year, since nature can be cruel, but when it does happen, it’s fun to witness. Sometimes 1, sometimes 4, sometimes none. I’ve been blessed to bear witness to a few new generations of these feathery flying wonders. See if you can make them out in the pics below!
