
As we approached the great marsh, we heard the rushed, “Cheep-cheep-cheep…,” of an excited osprey. We saw it fly away to the other side of the marsh. Then, many minutes later, we caught this one checking us out.

As we approached the great marsh, we heard the rushed, “Cheep-cheep-cheep…,” of an excited osprey. We saw it fly away to the other side of the marsh. Then, many minutes later, we caught this one checking us out.

My brother has two feeders and birds were visiting all weekend long. The feeders are also popular with bumble bees.


Walking along the far bog awhile ago I found a different visitor than I am used to seeing. With some research, I now know I have my first image of a cedar waxwing.

Another look at my bog walk escort last weekend.

On our visit to the far bog at mid-day, we were surprised by a pair of humming birds joining us on our walk.

From a Connecticut sea-side marsh.

The early morning light catches the mother osprey squawking and carrying a big stick over my head last week.

The mother osprey returns with a branch after her initial passes over my head (see my earlier post) . Before putting the branch into her nest as shown here, she flew over me several times. I wasn’t sure if she was going to drop it on me or whack me with it.

As I approached an osprey nest with a mom and two chicks, she leaped out of the nest and came rushing toward me to check me out.