Meanwhile, on Sunday I wrote this poem.
Palmchat, Source Birdsoftheworld.org
Pandemic Birding, Sunday, May 17th, 2020
Today my brother wrote to tell me
that the nighthawks are back.
A friend texted a description of a bird
and then a photo of a scarlet tanager.
Another sent a video from a walk she took,
in which I could clearly hear woodpeckers.
My online birding group had a Big Day today
and birders all over the world added their finds to a spreadsheet.
It felt good to check for numerical updates on a list
that had nothing to do with sickness and death.
(We were just over a thousand species, last I looked.)
It’s not always easy to know
what to say to each other, these days,
as tragedies mount
and interpretations vary,
but then, we have the birds to report on,
and they’re doing what they’re supposed to,
behaving the way the books and apps predict,
going about their daily routines,
unaffected by human affairs.
I sat and watched palmchats today,
the national bird of the Dominican Republic,
our neighbor to the east.
They were enjoying the fruit
in the ficus tree in my yard.
There weren’t very many other birds out,
maybe because the palmchats were so noisy,
eating and hanging out close to each other,
the way - remember? - people used to.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
You can see more pictures of palmchats, and listen to how they sound, here.
Carol Varsalona has today's roundup, and it looks as though she and I were on the same wavelength, with seeking relief in nature.