Black Phoebe

Paddled out to Bobcat Meadow...oh...tried for Flicker pic before Breakfast in the Backyard...farfaraway high in a Ponderosa...Flickers are making their courting calls....crossed Chapel Bridge and sat awhile at Cottonwood Beach....Hummocks are being submerged....quiet...moved downstream about midway where there's a Giant Log, and sat awhile there...quiet too...but Whiteheaded Woodpecker pair showed in a nearby Cottonwood...Mallard pair foraging along the opposite bank...Ouzel flew by downstream, then upstream....picked up and returned...Mixed Flock of Little Birds behind the Cabin...tried for pics...but no luck...still time, and snoozed until work time...sunny blue warm....SnowIce on the Falls Wall in the morning....just a bit of Winter left....at Lunch, Does by the River...pic...and Black Phoebe came by where I was sitting at the Fallen Cedar...pic...on return, small flock of Juncos on the Path...pics...faraways!...Juncos are shy...one Robin with them...oh...lots of Robins at the Deer House lawn...Happy Birth Day Robert Frost....well, I got lucky and found one:

quote

‘The Need of Being Versed in Country Things’

The house had gone to bring again
To the midnight sky a sunset glow.
Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.
The barn opposed across the way,
That would have joined the house in flame
Had it been the will of the wind, was left
To bear forsaken the place’s name.
No more it opened with all one end
For teams that came by the stony road
To drum on the floor with scurrying hoofs
And brush the mow with the summer load.
The birds that came to it through the air
At broken windows flew out and in,
Their murmur more like the sigh we sigh
From too much dwelling on what has been.
Yet for them the lilac renewed its leaf,
And the aged elm, though touched with fire;
And the dry pump flung up an awkward arm;
And the fence post carried a strand of wire.
For them there was really nothing sad.
But though they rejoiced in the nest they kept,
One had to be versed in country things
Not to believe the phoebes wept.

–Robert Frost

which was snagged from here:

http://10000birds.com/phoebes.htm

Phoebe was at the Air Test Shack the other day...the little Mud Nest under the eves still there.