Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
Eurasian collared-doves have a distinctive sound other than their cooing. Their cooing is very similar to that of a mourning dove.
The other sound, which I have heard described as a growl, is given this description by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology:
When excited or alarmed, they react with a loud hwaah, a call they also give just before alighting.
Go ahead, try to make the sound of ``hwaah.''
So I guess a Eurasian collared-dove was in a neighbor's yard giving the world ``hwaah.''
Otherwise, mourning doves have been relatively quiet. Relatively, there is still plenty of cooing on all sides. I suspect that is because doves are in the middle of nesting and are either on their nests or deep inside trees.
Robins roamed lawns with their usual abandon. Only saw one gray squirrel this morning. The usual plenty of red-winged blackbirds trilling around the north old clay pit.
Yes, no new morel mushrooms this morning, even though we did an extended ramble. But the meathead had his fill of new scents with the first extended ramble in days.
Stunningly warm again this morning, considering we had spotty frost two mornings back.
The Canada goose families were all on the west side of the north pit. I think I counted five families, but it could have been four to six families because the goslings were so intermingled.
As I tried to count the families, a great blue heron flapped off from just a few yards in front of them. Made me wonder why everything was so clumped in one area.
The honeysuckle on the east side of the south pit blossomed since yesterday. I suspect that is because the honeysuckle there has full afternoon sun.
The honeysuckle along the old rail bed, now a trail, above the south end of the south pit looks to be a couple days away from blossoming. But that is in full shade.
Storm took advantage of the morning to grab one of his first swims of the year. I swear he looks like he is grinning in the photo above.
A belted kingfisher swooped low over the south pit. I was glad to see that. I don't know if it just arrived or if I had not noticed it before.
A rabbit bolted as Storm and I neared the old rail bed. The return to town was unremarkable, but my mind was wandering so I may have missed something.