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.)
Although you couldn’t photograph the birds, I hope you could probably hear them if they were vocalizing and identify them by their birdcalls🙂
It was mostly visual, with binocular aid. I remain, after many years, awful at bird song. Ovenbird and Northern Parula excepted…