NN6006 Earl Plato
We stopped to listen for the forest birds. Instead we heard the Chorus frogs, Spring peepers and then the “chucking’ sounds of the little Wood frog in the Marcy pond. No sound of the American toads or the ‘baaing’ of the Fowler’s toad. Maybe another time. Marcy Woods is bird country especially during migration times.
We reached the cabin and took a break. Now we would take the Upper Trail and be on the lookout for birds. Some saw Turkey vultures soaring overhead. Two Red-tailed hawks were spotted. We heard the beautiful calls of the White-throated sparrow and then a moment later saw two Red-bellied woodpeckers. Yes, in the distance to the north came that powerful hammering sounds of the Pileated woodpecker. There was a Hermt thrush wagging its tail. Some identified a Yellow-bellied sapsucker, a Brown creeper, and a White-breasted nuthatch. The place is filled with birds. The calls of Blue jays and crows echoed throughout the woods. In the vale below a red fox had been seen. Young ones around? We think so. We crossed the bridge and descended the steps on our way out. Someone pointed the budding in the wetlands of the beautiful Marsh marigolds. Soon they would be in full bloom and we would then return to Marcy Woods. Want to come along?
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You forgot the silent flight of the Great Blue Heron as it gently dips between wing beats and drags it diamond shaped tail like a small anchor across the sky. Feet pulled up like landing gear and neck tucked in like a water trap. They arrive with the turkey vultures to witness the first pussy willows the season has to offer and as the first of the home gardeners tulips are on the rise. Pale green leaves are only a week away.
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