The Universe bares witness to Life at the breath of each new Soul. ~ Lee Hiller
Love to ALL!
Lee
As summer fades into autumn look up. The final batch of fledglings are taking exploratory flights among trees. There are several places in Hot Springs National Parch which are home to flight school for the youngsters. You will likely find places near you to observe the feats of first flight.
Love to ALL!
Lee
Let me start by saying I have a VERY powerful lens which allows me to photograph wildlife at a respectful distance (more photos below). I try to be aware of every step when I am in wild space as some beings are very small.
Today I came across another fledgling on my return trip home. It had not been their earlier and was a wonderful surprise. Silent and still I am so happy I noticed this lovely Yellow-billed Cuckoo Fledgling and stopped. I am sure many people will wonder why I did not pick it up and move to a tree. Trust me it is always a first instinct but I know better.
What To Do If You Find A Baby Bird – Portland Audubon Society
“Many species of birds such as robins, scrub jays, crows and owls leave the nest and spend as many as 2-5 days on the ground before they can fly. This is a normal and vital part of the young birds’ development. While they are on the ground, the birds are cared for and protected by their parents and are taught vital life skills (finding food, identifying predators, flying).”
I walked around it staying several feet away to avoid the wrath of its parents.
To learn more about Yellow-billed Cuckoos visit:
Cornell Lab or Ornithology – All bout Birds
Audubon Field Guide
Love to ALL!
Lee
Fledglings are learning to be independent although still call out for help from parents. I was lucky to see these sweet little mockingbird’s learning flight skills between small trees. It is a delight to see the beauty of these beautiful winged beings. In parks, on trails stop, listen and look up.
Love to ALL!
Lee
Often in the vast spaces of the Forest it is possible to miss the tiny beings finding their voice. Soft songs barely a murmur in the breeze rustling the leaves. If I close my eyes and hold a breath I can hear a whispering note. Fledgling learning to fly yellow beak beginning to fade speaking to the Universe.
Love to ALL!
Lee