Death in the morning

Yesterday I found a dead ovenbird on my driveway in front of my car. No, it’s not a boxy little bird that heats up your lunch, it’s a kind of wood warbler. (Info at Animal Diversity Web) I’d never seen one before, but I’ve heard them sing, and their voice is quite distinctive, usually rendered as “teach-er Teach-er TEACH-ER TEACH-ER”, starting relatively quiet and becoming very emphatic toward the end. They tend to hang out in low weedy or marshy underbrush and are rather hard to find. It’s not the sort of bird that hangs out in my old-suburban neighborhood, but it’s fall migration. I couldn’t tell what happened to it—did one of the stray cats get it? Didn’t look terribly chewed-up. Of all the times I missed completing a veterinary forensics program….

It’s not the first time I’ve found an unusual bird in my area dead. It’s never a house sparrow or starling, or something else that’s ridiculously abundant, which seems to defeat the law of averages.


About songdogmi

I'm a longhaired almost-hippie stuck in the inner suburbs of a major rust-belt metropolis who's thoughtful, creative, and kind of geeky. In exchange for a paycheck I run around in a cubicle maze most days. When I escape, I play music, hang out in coffee houses, dink around on the computer, take naps, and think I should be off in the woods somewhere. Every once in a while I get in my car and drive far, far away, though I've always come back so far.
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