The huge news in Estabrook Park this morning is that the female goose on the pond has finally chosen her nesting site on the island and has started the long process of laying and incubating her eggs. Woo Hoo! When I saw one lone goose on the water, I was hoping that this would be the reason why, and it took me a while to find her, but here she is. Phew!

This is two to three weeks earlier than in recent years. In 2021, it happened on March 22, in 2022, it happened on March 28, and I was in South Holland for March of 2023, so I don’t have an exact date. This is a new spot for her, too. In previous years, she was at the southern tip of the island, and in 2021 another goose nested at the northern tip, but this year she’s about 2/3 of the way north along the western edge. In any case, if everything goes okay, we’ve got 32 to 48 days to go until gosling time! Yay!

In other news, this red squirrel was much more interested in me than the one I showed you yesterday.

Finally, here’s a second look at the raccoon from later yesterday morning and looking a lot more relaxed after the sun had warmed things up a bit.

After a crazy February, it feels like we’re getting a March closer to normal, at least for this weekend, and it was below freezing in Estabrook Park this morning. The skies were clear, however, and the sun was warm, so none of the critters seemed put out by losing an hour’s sleep last night.

On my walk to the pond, I spotted this face that we haven’t seen in a while.

At the pond, the geese were busy making more geese, and …

the mallards were following suit.

A wood duck drake was back, but he was on his own again, so nobody was making more wood ducks today, as far as I could see.

Meanwhile, just on shore, a red-winged blackbird male was filling up while also waiting for the females of his species to arrive.

I believe the blue jays are already all here, and this male was making his best courtship call.

Finally, on my walk home, this red squirrel seemed to be lost in thought. Maybe someone was missing that hour of sleep after all.

It was a pretty morning in Estabrook Park, even if the temps were seasonably cool, but the interesting pictures were few and far between, for some reason. In fact, the only one I took was of this dark-eyed junco by the pond.

Luckily, I have some shots left over from previous days, and here’s another chipmunk from yesterday keeping a wary eye on me from the safety of a pile of sticks.

Here’s another look at the Cooper’s hawk from yesterday with the chipmunk that it had just caught.

Finally, the red-breasted merganser was still on the pond today, but I have one more picture from when it was posing so nicely for us on Thursday, and here it is.

Here’s hoping for some better luck tomorrow.

Despite the forecast for a wet morning, the rain still has not yet arrived, and I had a great walk in Estabrook Park.

The big treat for me today was spotting this Cooper’s hawk with the chipmunk it had just caught. Nature in action!

At the pond, this downy woodpecker posed perfectly on what’s left of the sumac seeds from last year. Too bad it didn’t have yesterday’s bright sun and blue sky.

The red-breasted merganser was still there, but I left him alone in the low light, and let me show you another picture from yesterday, when the skies were a lot brighter, instead.

It was probably just me noticing it more, but the rest of the chipmunks appeared to be on higher alert than usual.

Finally, the first of many violets has begun to blossom by the pond.

It was cloudy when dawn broke this morning, and it is cloudy again now as noon approaches, but in between there were a couple of hours of glorious sunshine in Estabrook Park.

Cooper’s hawks were very active today, and I saw a pair hunting together at the pond, possibly a third bird hunting on its own by the river, and then a pair again at the south end, probably the same pair from earlier. The one by the river let me have the best picture, so here it is.

The red-breasted merganser drake on the pond seems to be getting used to the attention he draws, and he let me get some more great shots, but I like the look on his face in this one. Between his spiky mohawk, the shadow across half his bright red eye, and the serrated edges of his bill, he looks pretty fierce, and I bet that is exactly how his prey sees him.

At the river, the most interesting sight was this chipmunk appearing to be captivated by the geese jostling for position on the water below. I don’t see them off the ground often, and this may be the first time I’ve ever seen one out on a little branch like that.

Farther south, this downy woodpecker seemed somehow to not notice I was standing not even eight feet away.

Finally, I was all excited when I saw this next scene because I thought it was some shrub beginning to blossom. Now that I’ve had a chance to research it, however, I have learned that the plant is American witch-hazel (Hamamelis virginian), and those aren’t blossoms. Instead they’re “persistent calyces” left over from when it blossomed late last fall. Oh well. Live and learn, right?

A muskrat was up having its breakfast where the high river has flooded into a bottom, and it appeared to ignore the mallards trying to do the same while they returned the favor.

I was asked yesterday how the elaborately colored males of some species manage to survive, and here’s the red-breasted merganser, who has been hanging out on the pond recently, demonstrating one technique: vigilance. There are no fish up there, but there could be a hawk.

One of the fox sparrows, whom I’ve been glimpsing by the pond for a few weeks now, finally started singing this morning, and what a song it is.

Nearby, this white-throated sparrow, whom I have heard singing recently, was keeping quiet this morning.

Finally, the winter wren is still here and still just chirping, but I hope I get to hear its amazing song before I leaves and heads north.

After the thunderstorms rolled through last evening, I didn’t have high hopes for this morning, and it was indeed cloudy and windy in Estabrook Park, but, as Anne pointed out, at least it wasn’t raining.

Things were pretty quiet at the pond, with just a few mallards for a change, and the geese probably off mowing the lawn somewhere, so catching one of the muskrats up enjoying its breakfast was an unexpected treat.

The wood duck drake was also gone, but the red-breasted merganser was in his usual spot and looking as regal as ever, even without the warm morning sun.

Once again, there was not much to see on the river, but back on shore there was a quartet of chipmunks running around and all excited about something. Here are the two I managed to capture in one shot. You might wonder why I focused on the one in back instead of the one in the foreground, and the reason is that the one in back was frozen, and I was just about to take its portrait, when the other ran up and photobombed the whole shot, but who could stay mad at these little cutie pies, right?

I see it has clouded up now and may even rain later, but earlier this morning we had nearly perfect weather in Estabrook Park, with clear skies, mild temps, and still air.

When I arrived at the pond, I was thrilled to spot our first wood duck hen of the season and a second drake, but they disappeared before I could get a picture. Instead, the drake who has already been there for days was happy to oblige.

The red-breasted merganser drake soon dropped in again, and instead of fishing right away, spent some time just relaxing.

Meanwhile, there was a quintet of blue jays making a ruckus overhead, …

and one eventually perched in the clear for a moment.

Red squirrels were active all through the park, and here’s one by the river in the middle of a heated argument with a compatriot.

I spotted a pair of Cooper’s hawks on my short walk yesterday, but I failed to get a picture for you. Happily, here’s one from this morning, instead.

Sure, it’s buried deep in the sticks, so it’s not a great shot, but what makes it picture-worthy, in my opinion, is that it appears to have caught itself a good sized mammal to work on, and I don’t see that every day.

Finally, I also met this white-breasted nuthatch yesterday, and it seemed to be so enthralled by this hole in a tree that it let me take this portrait.

Here it even seems to be inviting me inside for a tour.

Our recent string of beautiful weather seems to have run its course, and it is cloudy and windy this morning in Estabrook Park. Oh, sure, I’ll go take a look, but I don’t have high expectations, so let me show you a couple more images from Zion National Park.

First, there were several canyon wrens about, and here’s one that had caught a nice big fly and was hopping around and calling in apparent hopes that someone, probably not me, would notice.

The one hermit thrush I saw seemed to be searching for something or someone, and after posing on the branch I already showed you, it hopped up to a higher perch for a better look. The pink background is caused by the colorful sandstone of the canyon wall.

Finally, here’s one more canyon wren who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

If I do see anything today, I’ll be sure to show you tomorrow.

As nice as yesterday was, today is on track to be even nicer. Temps started out about the same, but the wind was lighter, and highway noise is usually noticeably quieter early on weekend mornings. Thus, it was a fabulous morning for a walk in Estabrook Park.

I thought I’d change things up a bit and visit the pond before the north end, in case I’ve been missing something by waiting until a bit later. So, as I approached the pond, I could hear a bird calling loudly, but I didn’t recognize it right away, and it took me a moment to spot the source, this Cooper’s hawk, who seemed to be searching for something or someone.

Here it is making the call and letting me sneak an unobstructed view through the branches.

I eventually did move on to the north end, where I didn’t see more than mallards and geese, as has been the norm lately, so I stopped back by the pond. As I sat on the bench searching in vain for the wood duck or the red-breasted merganser we saw yesterday, the merganser suddenly flew in for a landing.

Then he quickly set to fishing, …

and it only took him a few minutes to catch something tasty looking.

Finally, he relaxed for a bit, and I headed home.