With migration in full swing, our backyard is filled with song and action. Their whistles, twitters, and songs play in the background as I type this. We have a pair of robins and three hatchlings nesting right by our back door that get annoyed when we use that door.
Song Sparrow
A forest preserve is just a couple houses over and a wetland in there is filled with frogs that have been joining the chorus, especially in the night and early morning. Unfortunately, none have come over to have their picture taken. One of the most vocal of the birds though, does indeed sound a bit catlike.
Gray Catbird
Not sure why we had to get so Greek and call this one a Phoebe, because it clearly calls its own name a lot: FEE-bee
Eastern Phoebe
One that wears its heart on its chest is the Rose-Breasted Grosbeak. The plain brown lady has come right to the feeder by our window, but the striking fellow keeps his distance. I found this one in the neighboring forest preserve. His voice carries at least football field distance, so the high perch serves him well.
Rose-Breasted Grosbeak
Another voice that is often in the chorus but hard to spot is this guy. Well worth the view when he does show.
Indigo Bunting
The world seems always a bit upside down for these little ones.
Whited-breasted Nuthatch
Someone was generous enough to pose in sunset light.
Downy Woodpecker
Going for the bluesky look on its way up north was this warbler
Yellow-rumped Warbler
These guys have been singing in the neighborhood, but have been ignoring the fruit I’ve put out.
Baltimore Oriole
Finally, a pair of lovers in the woods nearby.
Northern Cardinals