![]() ![]() Phoebes aren’t known for their spectacular songs or singing capabilities (“ Smelly Cat” being the obvious exception), but what they lack in musicality they more than make up for in enthusiasm. ![]() For New England, that is either several days before or a week or two after the spring equinox - south to north. Uncannily, they return on almost the exact same day each year. The raspy, oft repeated call of “fee-bee” (I love it when a bird says it’s own name) is usually heard before you lay eyes on this happy harbinger of spring. ![]() They may not be the most visually stunning bird you’ll see in your yard this spring, but the arrival of the first male Eastern Phoebes is a soul-satisfying, calendar-turning event after a long northeastern winter. There he sits, singing and bobbing his tail all the while, sporting drab, brownish-gray and white plumage. © 2009 Tune In to Nature.A Phoebe with a mouthful of nesting material. Song of the Horned Lark provided by The Macaulay Library of Natural Sounds at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, Ithaca, New York. You’ll find a picture of a Horned Lark-and all the other birds we talk about, too-on our web site,. It maintains a small foothold in coastal dunes, but human infringement has all but eliminated this bird west of the Cascades. The size of a large sparrow, the male Horned Lark has a bold black bib and a bright yellow face set off by broad black sideburns and, atop his crown, black feathers he can hold erect like small horns.Īlthough a locally common nester in the open habitats of Eastern Washington, the Horned Lark of Western Washington is severely threatened. The Horned Lark rivals the Western Meadowlark as one of the most colorful birds of our state’s sage- and grasslands. Suddenly, the lark drops headlong to earth, flicking his wings at the last instant to break his dive. The song is coming from above, as a male Horned Lark hovers on fluttering wings, describing a large circle a hundred feet above the ground. The song repeats, yet no singer is in view. A high-pitched, tinkling bird song – suggesting a tiny, glass wind chime – rings across an open, grassy expanse in Eastern Washington. ![]()
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