This little wood warbler wearing his dark necklace recently arrived from Central America to breed near wetland. Formerly classified in the genus Parus (meaning ‘tit’), along with Eurasian titmice such as the Willow Tit. A mnemonic for its song goes like this: zeeeeeeeeeee (buzzy)-chyoo.
This miniature owl with a fierce visage is the rufous morph of Eastern woodlands. This little fellow rests securely on the gauntlet of a wildlife rehabilitator.
After colliding with a moving vehicle, he suffered brain injury and hasn’t recovered sufficiently to be released into the wild. But he now receives more attention as a celebrity for child and adult wildlife education. More often heard than seen he trills and whinnys to render the night more mysterious, even ominous.
Inge captured this beauty perched in a tree watching spivvy cedar waxwings feeding in a holly tree. The berry eaters ought to be grateful their guardian stood close by that day until giving up to hunt other small birds and mammals or frogs and snakes.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass …
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
See a Red-tail sitting on three eggs at the Cornell Lab’s live cam in Ithaca, NY