The orioles are back

Trail Wood #97 Earl Plato
The first day of May goes on. Teale wrote:
“Noon: the oriole is back in the hickory tree. Among the the upper branches, still unclothed in leaves, I catch he male’s black and white and orange plumage flashing in starts and stops, the contrasts brilliant in midday sunshine. I hear the clear, flutelike whistle, the same rich tones that have been part of each year since we cane to Trail Wood. Two or three days before the usual time of its arrival, the bird has returned from its long flight to the south, and then, in season, to the north again. It has come home to the identical nesting tree where a year ago its mate wove a deep pendent pocket nest anchored near the tip of one pf the highest limbs.”