Just a little earlier today, my family and I went to Marymoor Park again. But, oh, what an adventure it was today! I took my binoculars and one of my birding books. I took the "Washington State Birds" one. It was a small book, and I don't need bird recordings from my other book.
The first bird I discovered and recognized (some birds I saw but didn't recognize) was actually a flock of migrant Canada Geese. This was a little strange. The geese were supposed to migrate in the fall, not winter. But I didn't mind too much .
The second one first gave out its song before I spotted it. It was a very familiar song from my bird recording book. Then, a dark shape suddenly fluttered into view. I didn't mistake it for a crow even at the first glance because I noticed a funny crest on it's head. It was a Steller's Jay. That was the third time I saw one!
Now here comes the third bird (it rhymes!). I also first heard its song. It was a nasal chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee. It had to be some sort of chickadee. I grabbed my binoculars and aimed it at a small bird that was "chickadee shaped". I couldn't tell what it was until I noticed a black stripe running from it's eyes to it's cheeks. So I checked my birding book. It was a Mountain Chickadee!
Finally, this is the last one: After me and mom crossed the bridge (the bridge had flooded and the others were too scared to come)
there was the lake. There were some waterbirds swimming in the giant pond. My binoculars were too weak to find out what bird it was, but I saw that somewhere on the bird was a patch of white. And there was a TON of possibilities for what it was if there was a patch of white on it.
Later, we got home and looked at the pictures mom took at Marymoor. She had also took pictures of the waterbirds. I realized that the birds had white bills. Suddenly, I knew what they were. Black bodies, white beaks... why, it was nothing but the American Coot!
I think I'll go there again and again. Marymoor is an excellent birding place!!
The first bird I discovered and recognized (some birds I saw but didn't recognize) was actually a flock of migrant Canada Geese. This was a little strange. The geese were supposed to migrate in the fall, not winter. But I didn't mind too much .
The second one first gave out its song before I spotted it. It was a very familiar song from my bird recording book. Then, a dark shape suddenly fluttered into view. I didn't mistake it for a crow even at the first glance because I noticed a funny crest on it's head. It was a Steller's Jay. That was the third time I saw one!
Now here comes the third bird (it rhymes!). I also first heard its song. It was a nasal chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee. It had to be some sort of chickadee. I grabbed my binoculars and aimed it at a small bird that was "chickadee shaped". I couldn't tell what it was until I noticed a black stripe running from it's eyes to it's cheeks. So I checked my birding book. It was a Mountain Chickadee!
Finally, this is the last one: After me and mom crossed the bridge (the bridge had flooded and the others were too scared to come)
there was the lake. There were some waterbirds swimming in the giant pond. My binoculars were too weak to find out what bird it was, but I saw that somewhere on the bird was a patch of white. And there was a TON of possibilities for what it was if there was a patch of white on it.
Later, we got home and looked at the pictures mom took at Marymoor. She had also took pictures of the waterbirds. I realized that the birds had white bills. Suddenly, I knew what they were. Black bodies, white beaks... why, it was nothing but the American Coot!
I think I'll go there again and again. Marymoor is an excellent birding place!!
-by Hannah
2 comments:
Your work is wonderful and excellent!
What a wonderful adventure, what a vivid narration! I feel I was there with you and want to go back again and again!
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