My new New England spring wardrobe: includes the thinly veiled look...
Spring arrived sometime yesterday, I think, but it’s flowering nicely and greening right up. The blackflies and mosquitoes got the memo and arrived en masse, as did a goodly number of warblers and other feathered eye candy. I got up this morning at the crack of dawn, inspired by Ireland’s National Dawn Chorus Day. In twenty minutes I counted twenty five species, a slow day, relatively speaking, as it’s been raining and that seems to have put a damper on avian enthusiasm. I didn’t even take out the sketchbook- rain puts a damper on paper, too.
I hope they eat blackflies. Two male chestnut sided warblers competing for a small but productive spot of territory in a scrubby, marshy corner of Petersham gave me some good closeup views, which I took advantage of, sketchwise.
It’s just been a carnival of migrants in the last two weeks or so. On territory or just passing through, in waves or just a few at a time- not hard to see in the barely-leafed out treetops- they’re wonderful to watch, and a frustrating but rewarding challenge to draw. Great practice, on the fly.
Bobolinks are great to draw- they aren't shy, and they repeat their sky dance over and over, showing their stuff and singing their crazy hearts out. If I can stop laughing at their wild song and dance, I can manage a few sketches.
Wonderous warblers congregate at a smallish, moss-lined brook; I've been haunting this spot regularly and have gotten great looks at American redstart, black-throated blue and black-throated green, magnolia and parula warblers. Growing in the water: marsh marigolds. On the banks: Virginia bluebells and royal ferns.