The last weekend of August doesn’t actually equate to the last weekend of summer. Officially, that arrives around the third weekend of September, but we in the U.S. consider this coming Labor Day weekend to be the unofficial terminus to summer unseriousness. However you slice it, this current season is drawing to a close. The good news in that is that a season of migration is winging its way wherever you are. Perhaps it has already begun!
My best bird of the weekend was heard, not seen: I thrilled to the haunting whinny of an Eastern Screech-Owl somewhere in my neighborhood. Corey’s BBOTW was a Hooded Crow, the last bird he saw before flying out of Germany early Saturday morning.
How about you? 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.