
A weekend of activity, a young Sharp-shinned hawk lands on the deck railing, more Peepers calling,unseasonably high temperature and I'm not complaining. After years of putting up with Maine's winters, I can't complain about heat. I'm tired of cold and wet,( getting hypothermic and frost bit changes ones attitudes.)
Saturday evening (4/25), the robins were going nuts, I stared over to where the commotion was, new something was amiss and watched a Barred Owl fly off. Saturday morning I heard my first Hermit Thrush singing. I can still hear some woodcocks peenting. More insects, more butterflies and a daytime flying moth( an underwing). Coltsfoot in bloom on Sunday, and a stop at one of my favorite places yielded tiger beetles, at least 3 species.
This morning I heard a loon calling in flight. Last night I saw a Meadowlark, the first one I've seen in Rangeley.