As a south-central Iowa farm kid, I was fascinated by the meadowlark’s domed nest tucked into the bluegrass and cupping a half-dozen speckled eggs. Mom delighted in the more obvious Baltimore oriole’s nest dangling from the drooping branches of the big hackberry tree by our driveway.
Larry—Loved your column! I spent much time in my grade school days as a bird nerd. You reminded me of the thrill of finding an oriole’s nest, or the sadness when I found a dead hummingbird to which I gave a proper burial or realizing that dash of blue was a real ( but mostly rare) bluebird.
thanks for the excellent bird photos! beautiful Grosbeak!
Larry—Loved your column! I spent much time in my grade school days as a bird nerd. You reminded me of the thrill of finding an oriole’s nest, or the sadness when I found a dead hummingbird to which I gave a proper burial or realizing that dash of blue was a real ( but mostly rare) bluebird.