Mornings are a very special time! I get my Human up before daylight and we go outside and listen to the world awaken…not the city world that rarely sleeps, but the country world of wildlife and birds.
First is the Great Blue with its squawking call, cutting into the soprano calls of the frogs.
Next the ducks and the geese start their discussion on where to go for breakfast.
It isn’t long before the first light dawns and the warblers, mockingbirds, robins, blackbirds and mourning doves join the conversation and the world around me sounds like a choir. The world is awake.
This wood thrush is often called the flute because of his distinctive flute like song.
By now the world is alive with the screeches of feeding seagulls.
Hunters and fishermen add the growl of their boat motors to the cacophony. Shortly the sounds of shotguns join the choir like a bass drum in a band. I ignore it, but Momma turns toward the sound of the shots. I can read minds. I know what she’s thinking…she’s hoping the ducks and geese that take refuge here are safe.
There is no hunting on our point or in our cove because this is a wildlife refuge and baited area. It is posted as such by the state. However, unlike your faithful friend, wildlife cannot be controlled by voice or fence…birds have wings and can unwittingly stray into areas where hunters lay in wait.
Soon the sun will be shining on the land. Time for breakfast! See y’all later….
Y’all come back now,
Hawk aka BrownDog