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My Life’s Birds: #172

November 12, 2008
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April 10, 1994 – Lake Springfield, Mo – Spring comes slowly across the country, never as fast or as early as we always seem to remember it. No matter how long I’ve been birding I always get antsy awaiting the return of the summer birds, whose trip back always seems to come by trickle rather then the wave we always seem to be expecting. We always considered our yearly trip to Texas to be the curtain opening on spring. That when we returned to Missouri, even if the weather had not completely turned warm, it was only a matter of time before the avian indicators of the season began to make themselves known.

Ducks were our quarry as we headed out to Lake Springfield on a regular Sunday afternoon. But there was nothing new on the water so we turned our attention to the brush surrounding the parking lot to find one of the first arrivals to southwest Missouri, a Chipping Sparrow, a nice change of pace from the uniform Juncos and Zonotrichias we had seen almost exclusively throughout the winter.

Onto the stage comes a tiny rufous cap, the roadie checking the mics for the big pyrotechnics-laden show to come.

Photo from wikipedia

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