My
favorites arrived sometime this morning, their unmistakable mewing call a give
away to their presence around the house. I am listening to them now squawking
back and forth to one another in the way only catbirds can.
Like
the blue jays, the cat birds seem to embrace mischievous antics, flying in from
the berm woods to the suet feeder, and pausing to call in mimicking notes
before flitting away to the woods.
They
will shift about while perched on a branch, fanning their black tail as in
display, while bobbing and calling in their familiar cat way.
Bird
books describe them as secretive and shy, yet ours that return year after year
seem less so, frequenting the dooryard and flying around the feeders almost in
a teasing way.
Notes:
Lilly
of valley almost in bloom.
Viburnam
in full bloom almost overnight
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