Alfred Lord Tennyson said in Locksley Hall that “In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish’d dove; In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.” For birders, in the spring, a birder’s fancy lightly (or not so lightly!) turns to thoughts of migration. As I sit in an airport writing this I am en route to the South Shore of Lake Erie for Spring migration. Visions of beautiful warblers that I have seen in previous years are, quite literally, dancing–as well as flying and chirping–in my head. Who wouldn’t become almost delirious at the thought of seeing these beauties?
The only thing better than seeing the birds is seeing all my wonderful birder friends. I just can’t wait!
As I went about reviewing and organizing my photos from The Biggest Week in American Birding, I realized that I neglected to mention one of the stars, for me, of The Biggest Week. One evening as I was returning from Magee Marsh, I came upon a very beautiful Trumpeter Swan on the levee road. Unlike my usual experience with swans, mostly involving distant observations, this one was right next to the road, and he proceeded to put on a show for an admiring audience. Here are some of my favorite photos:
Here is a short video of the swan. What a show off!
Note: The heads and necks of Trumpeter Swans are often stained a rusty color from contact with ferrous minerals in the soils of wetland bottoms during feeding.