Here in Lane County Oregon…

A fluttering caught my eye, just beyond my passenger and in a drainage ditch-dozens of Western Meadowlarks bathing! No mistaking all those diagnostic black V's and yellow chests. Yellow, like the sun, has a way of shining, especially on a rainy day.


We continued our drive through the Willamette valley, a Kestrel on every other phone line, a flock of Wild Turkeys in one field, a flock of Quail in another. The hills and fields of wine grapes already harvested, a few leaves clung damply to the vines. A stop at a bare pear tree filled with birds showed them to be migrating American Robins-hundreds. Read more.