Yesterday the ground was hard as asphalt beneath my feet and patches of it were covered with ice. After a day with temps near or in the 60s, the ground receives my feet… indeed sucks them down with loud squishy noises. The snow remains only in places where the piles had been very high. If it were raining tonight, I’d be at the vernal pool. Instead, as sunset approached, I headed to Bergman Park with the dog and the camera, hoping for a colorful shot.
After snapping this picture, we almost started down into the hickory woods, just to see how muddy we could get. But something pulled me back up – convincing me to walk the edges of the mowed area.
When a patch of clouds moved on, I was rewarded with a pretty view of moon and stars. (I wish this picture did it justice!) And then I heard it… the reason I wasn’t to go into the woods. “Peent. Peent.” Patiently I edged along the edge formed by the remnants of last year’s tall field plants, following the song. It wasn’t long before the whistling sound began. I kept searching the sky for the male woodcock, which sounded like it was directly over my head – between me and the moon. But I couldn’t see him until he returned to earth to strut and say again, “Peent. Peent.” Read more about woodcocks here:
A single spring peeper called behind me. A pair of killdeer seemed to be having a conversation about whether or not this was the same field they nested in last year. A robin complained of nightfall come too soon.
If it rains tomorrow night, you’ll find me at the vernal pool. If not, I’ll be trying again to watch the woodcock. Won’t you join me?