Bird Heaven

Marcy Woods - Bird Heaven by Earl Plato
We stopped to listen for the forest birds. Instead we heard the Chorus frogs, Spring peepers and then the “chucking’ sounds of the little Wood frog in the Marcy pond. No sound of the American toads or the ‘baaing’ of the Fowler’s toad. Maybe another time. Marcy Woods is bird country especially during migration times.
We reached the cabin and took a break. Now we would take the Upper Trail and be on the lookout for birds. Some saw Turkey vultures soaring overhead. Two Red-tailed hawks were spotted. We heard the beautiful calls of the White-throated sparrow and then a moment later saw two Red-bellied woodpeckers. Yes, in the distance to the north came that powerful hammering sounds of the Pileated woodpecker. There in the underbrush was a Hermit thrush wagging its tail. Some identified a Yellow-bellied sapsucker, a Brown creeper, and a White breasted nuthatch. The place is filled with birds. The calls of Bue jays and crows echoed throughout the woods. We crossed the bridge and descended the steps on our way out. Hooded warblers had been seen here the past week. None today. Someone pointed the budding in the wetlands of the beautiful Marsh marigolds. Soon they would be in full bloom and we would then return to Marcy Woods. Want to come along?”