After the annual series of false starts — end of spring migration, first scorcher of the season, etc. — the longest day of the year has come and gone, leaving true summer in its golden wake. At least that’s the story on this side of the equator. You may be battening down for imminent winter storms, but around here we’re waxing our surfboards and gorging fresh strawberries. So how was your weekend?
My best bird of the weekend was a lovely clutch of baby American Robins being attended to by their parents. The kids and I enjoyed observing these chicks while we were visiting my father-in-law; interestingly, this brood is weeks behind other ones in this area, a testament to the inclement microclimate at the home of the infamous Chicken Inferno. Corey encountered many cool seabirds on Long Island this weekend, the best of which he deemed Roseate Tern.
What was your best bird of the weekend? Tell us in the comments section about the rarest, loveliest, or most fascinating bird you observed. If you’ve blogged about your weekend experience, you should include a link in your comment.