We’re still a few weeks away from the autumnal equinox, but Mother Nature is dropping a few hints that Fall is coming. The annual fall migration of birds is underway, and I’ve yet to see any southbound warblers in my treks at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm.
But this morning, an obliging Northern cardinal perched on a tree, and behind him I could see a patch of foliage turning from green to red and gold. The bird set himself amid some small branches, and I had to shift my position a couple of times to put my focus point on him. He spent most of the time turning his back on me, but he turned to his side a couple of times to afford me one clear shot, which tops this post.
Cardinals are with us year-round, fortunately, but soon I’ll be saying goodbye to some of the itinerants who spend only the middle months of the year with us. I spotted a pair of Eastern kingbirds yesterday, and I saw one again this morning perched high up in a tree.
The number of field sparrows and common yellowthroats, both species whose songs delight my summer mornings, are getting scarce. I’ll be sad to see them go, but not too sad. I know they’ll be back next spring. In the meantime, the Northern harriers should be back soon.  🦅
The Jersey Birder 