Category: Birds of Massachusetts

Mill Pond Fly-in

Mill Pond, Holden, Massachusetts

Far across the pond, a Great Blue Heron rests on a branch.

The Great Blue isn’t bothered by this crowd.

Gull-ible

Cape Cod, Massachusetts 2023

Rock Harbor, Orleans

Herring Gull at First Encounter Beach, Eastham

Orleans

Orleans

Feeling Peckish, Part 2

Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Princeton, Massachusetts

Feeling Peckish

Two members of the woodpecker family shared a recently cut tree at Wachusett Meadow this week.

Millpond Ducks

Red Barn and Millpond, Holden, Massachusetts

Robin Frieze

A Walk Around the Barn

Meeting these common creatures on a short walk never fails to lift my spirits.

View from the All-Persons Ramp at Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary.

Bobolink Field

This spacious field is a favored walking spot for both people and dogs on leashes. However, during the late spring Bobolink nesting season, special care is taken to protect these ground-nesting birds, while still enjoying their bubbly songs and low ground flights.

Swinging Suet Celebration

There Was A Crooked House

The Bird Store and More in Sturbridge MA offers hundreds of bird-related items to catch a bird lover’s fancy. The adjoining courtyard features a whimsical crooked house called the Sherwood Forest Stables, which stores birds seed and attracts a host of well-fed creatures.

Birding Companions

The kind help of another photographer allowed me to see and photograph my first Bald Eagle.

Standing knee-deep in a pond in November is true dedication for any photographer!

Curiosity brought me and others to the site.

An eagle was perched high in the canopy.

Beware of the talons…

And the beak!

Curious Cardinals

Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Princeton, MA

Something Told The Wild Geese

Something Told the Wild Geese    
by Rachel Field     

Something told the wild geese     
It was time to go.     
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,—‘Snow.’
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,—
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.