Backyard and Beyond

Starting out from Brooklyn, an amateur naturalist explores our world.

As John Burroughs said, “The place to observe nature is where you are.”

In the Fog

A thick fog enveloped the borough Sunday morning. I made my way to one of the high points of the cemetery, where one would have been hard pressed to realize one was in the middle of Brooklyn, because even the omnipresent roar of the city was almost nonexistent.

The wind had finally turned to come from the south overnight. There were Cape May, Black and White, Canada, Blackpoll, American Redstart, Black-throated Blue, Ovenbird, and Northern Parula in the awful light. (Not a single photograph of birds in the trees came out worthy of sharing.)

mthew

2 responses to “In the Fog”

  1. nature969

    Although you couldn’t photograph the birds, I hope you could probably hear them if they were vocalizing and identify them by their birdcalls🙂

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    1. mthew

      It was mostly visual, with binocular aid. I remain, after many years, awful at bird song. Ovenbird and Northern Parula excepted…

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