A flock of tiny birds was browsing in the evergreens at Oyster Bay. Really tiny; they looked like large, fast moths. They bounced from twig to twig, sometimes hanging upside-down, sometimes perching on the trunk, but never for more than a couple of seconds. Stop, peck at twig, flit to another, peck, flit, flit, flit. Neither my eyes nor the camera could focus that fast, but I could see flashes of yellow on back and head.
I took about a hundred photos. Two sort of turned out.
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| A golden-crowned kinglet, I think. |
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| Hanging upside-down |
In the deciduous shrubs and around the logs on the shore, a flock of juncos were feeding. Easier to identify, but much more cautious; any attempt to approach on my part, and they were off.
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| Alder branches, mini-cones, and junco against the sky. |
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Skywatch post.
Last week there was a huge ruckus outside as a murder of crows flew from one bare tree to another, staying put for a sort while and the taking wing in mass. It was a little spooky in the Alfred Hitchcock kind of way. - Margy
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