I wore my orange pants and banded in the field loop of the ecological station today. They were a gift from my best friend's mom stemming back to a song about orange pants.
Today's major lesson was that it is okay if grackle wings look like they're halfway to becoming a skeleton- they're probably just molting.
|Male grackle mid-molt|
A few weeks ago I tracked an indigo bunting up and down a road to get small glimpses of his brilliant plumage. Today we caught one and I got to be awed from a very close range.
The day began with a plethora of wood thrushes and slow nets- variety and quantity picked up later on and we got a first of the summer:
|Male chestnut-sided warbler|
Some more pretty birds
|Bee on milkweed patch|
|Nursery web spider|
|Tree root with chipped away bark and a daddy long leg|
|Little wood satyr|