I followed a couple of small streams the other day for old time's sake. The first one I investigated didn't have moving water. I've passed by this stagnant little excuse of a brook on many occasions but never bothered checking it out. It led me through a marshy area where the calls of nuthatches, chickadees and titmice seemed to welcome me.
The brook quickly dissipated into nothing so I started following a deer trail which brought me out to a small patch of land.
It was only about an acre of land that abutted a farm field. I was impressed with the amount of bird life in this little area. I counted 6 Northern Flickers that launched out of the bushes like rockets when I approached them. There was a Ruby-crowned kinglet and a Hermit Thrush tucked away in some thickets. Where was that Ruby-crowned Kinglet in January?
There was plenty of American Robins too. When people find out that I'm interested in watching birds they often ask me if robins are around in the winter which is funny because I see so many of them this time of the year. I guess that people notice them more in the spring when they are plucking earthworms from their lawns.
I tried to followed another streams off of route 66 where I came across the remnants of this old foundation.
A lot of the smaller tributaries were frozen over. I enjoy seeing the water move beneath the ice.
It was a quiet day as far as birds go but I did have a friendly visit with a Song Sparrow. He told me that the secret to finding more bird in the woods is to come back in the spring. Until then I'll keep following my streams.
Have you ever followed a stream? Where did it lead you?