Well, the wet weather we’ve been enjoying in Wisconsin lately must have followed us to Connecticut, because it rained on-and-off all morning here. If I were home and had dry shoes I could switch into, I would have gone out in it, but I’m traveling light, so that wasn’t an option.
Instead, Anne, my siblings, and I hiked up Sleeping Giant this afternoon, and we did hear a few birds, but they must have been waiting for their feathers to dry out before they came out of hiding, because I don’t think I saw a one.
Thus, I’m reduced to recycling this old picture from when I was out here in 2024. It’s a tufted titmouse, which you may not recognize because I’ve only ever managed to show you pictures of them when I’m traveling. One of these days, one of these little stinkers will let me have a look at them in Estabrook Park, and that will be glorious, but until that day comes, we’ll just have to suffer through with this.
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 