To describe my lifelong fascination with flight and with creatures that fly I like to echo the words of John James Audubon who in 1839 wrote of himself as "...one who never can cease to admire and to study with zeal and the most heartfelt reverence, the wonderful productions of an Almighty Creator."
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Yellow-breasted Chat
The Yellow-breasted Chat is not common in my neighborhood, and the few that are here seem to stay in the low foothills of the Coast Range. This one I found today was far from the hills, and just a hundred yards from the Willamette River. I suspect he chose this particular spot because it's in an area that is being restored to natural habitat after being farmed for many years; just the combination of brushy tangles and young trees that this noisy, but hard to see skulker prefers. When I chatted back at him today, he popped out just long enough for me to get a quick look, and then disappeared among the leaves again. But I could still hear him... Chuh, chuh, chuh, chuh, chuh... tsew, tsew, tsew, tsew...
The Yellow-breasted Chat is not common in my neighborhood, and the few that are here seem to stay in the low foothills of the Coast Range. This one I found today was far from the hills, and just a hundred yards from the Willamette River. I suspect he chose this particular spot because it's in an area that is being restored to natural habitat after being farmed for many years; just the combination of brushy tangles and young trees that this noisy, but hard to see skulker prefers. When I chatted back at him today, he popped out just long enough for me to get a quick look, and then disappeared among the leaves again. But I could still hear him... Chuh, chuh, chuh, chuh, chuh... tsew, tsew, tsew, tsew...
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