Birds of Prayer- #FallMigration on the Eastern Shore

Do you remember when you were a kid arriving at a place that was so fun and exciting? Like the circus or amusement park or cool store that sold lots of toys? Do you remember jumping out of the car and running toward the entrance as your parent yelled to slow down and stop running?

Well I got that feeling when I visited the Eastern Shore to Bird. Literally.

Imagine it! Driving all that time! I drove from Nebraska to Virginia and finally, finally I’d made it to see the Fall Migration on the Eastern Shore. Pulling into the entrances of the birding hotspots I would get out of the car and wish that I could fly with the birds (and get some photos along the way). But alas, I am a person, so like everyone else I had to take the trails to look at the birds.

But of course my birding is part of my grief journey. It is a safe place for me to be one with God, experiencing Divine Love and Grace while in the safety of Nature. Where I can talk to God, talk to my Angel Son Ricky, and shed my tears of sorrow while feeling intensely grateful for the grace shown to me in the present.

my grief notebooks
The amazing Ruby-throated Hummingbird at Kiptopeke State Park, Virginia.

I remember an important quote that guides my journey as a grieving mother…

“We are trying to articulate ourselves again…we might decide to do something with our wounds
The wounds are not things to be cured all the time
Old ways reinscribe old patterns

A power is at work resuscitating the agency of grieving
This is post disaster spirituality”
-Bayo Akomolafe

And God, my son are at the center of what drives my purpose in all things

I love you my son

So the birds, every single one of them are the divine messengers that bring me comfort along the way.

society purports to know the self, others think they know other selves, but for me, my form on Earth is but a limited slither of my being…As is believed in the Sufi tradition that confession of unity: there is no energy but Divine Energy that is distributed equally across consciousness.

When I am Nature I feel one with this thinking.


Those 3 Times I Saw a #GreenHeron

Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still, she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.

Victor Hugo

There have been three occasions where I have seen the Green Heron. The first was on May 10, 2021 at Holmes Lake:

My life #Green Heron from May 2021!

The reason I saw it that day was because I was following an American Robin and I looked up and there the Green Heron as in the tree. I did not know what it was at first. I thought maybe it was some kind of cormorant.

At Holmes Lake in the area where I first saw the Green Heron

The second time I saw a #GreenHeron was in Laurinburg, N.C. when I was visiting my parents:

Green Heron was on a branch near the lifer Anhinga at Saint Andrews Presbyterian College lake. Sometime in June 2021.

And the third time I saw the Green Heron was on today, July 30, 2021. I was at Lincoln Saline Wetlands. I was VERY VERY close to it but my camera could not focus, instead it focused on the high grass that obscured it:


So I prayed that the Green Heron would not fly away and opted to walk further to an area where I could photograph it from a distance. I walked up on a group of Canada Geese, who had better things to do than sit with me so they swam into the water. I got out my binoculars and searched for it and there it was! Still perched on the branch:

There it is!

It was a fun birding day.

As I get closer to the anniversary of my Angel Son’s passing, these moments out in Nature with the birds really do nourish my soul to keep pushing on.

My beautiful Angel Son Ricky, 2018.
Hope of the Heaven sent butterfly. July 2021.

Nothing is Separate

In “Gift of the Red Bird” Paula D’Arcy writes

I shut out all conversations around me and consider the idea that nothing is separate, and that the Earth, stars, trees, animals…everything…might be a sacred expression of God. Is everything Holy?

D’Arcy, Paula. Essay. In The Gift of the Red Bird: a Spiritual Encounter: with a Guide for Reflection,New York: Crossroad Pub., 2007. 24

These are the passages I read that further my reflections on the beauty and nourishing energy I receive from Nature and being immersed in it.

These past few weeks have been challenging as they are leading closer to the anniversary of my son’s departure to Heaven. It is within solemn moments walking alone in the wilderness that my greatest motivation to keep on wash over me.

Here are some photos of scenes from the past few weeks.

I hope you enjoy and that you are well.

You Gots to be Lying, An #Anhinga in Laurinburg, NC?

The day before I saw the majestic Anhinga on the campus of Saint Andrews College at the lake there I did a whiny post about how my hometown of Laurinburg did not offer much in the way of birds because of its limited topography and monoculture.

Well dog!

The ANhinga!

I know my son sent me this bird.

My Angel son was an artist and loved drawing in black and grey and white. Such a bird would have been a welcome render for him. The day before this was hard for me. And the bird made a strange sound when it landed as though it needed me to know it was there.

I choose to believe this was a Sign from Heaven. And it was a comfort.

Yard Birds and Bird Diversity: #Thoughts

I have been in North Carolina since June 3 because I needed to do research at a repository here for my dissertation. Of course, when I made the trip I stopped at a few refuges and nature preserves along the way:

And of course Lincoln is FILLED with hotspots because it has dedicated nature preserves specifically for wildlife. On top of nature preserves, Lancaster County as well as other counties in Nebraska have city parks and state parks for birding and other wildlife viewing.

So I guess you can say I have been spoiled!

Okay, now my home state of North Carolina has a much milder climate than Nebraska. So of course one finds many bird species here that are year-round. But that does not mean you will see them out in your yard. Or even at a city park. Do you know why?

Land use and conservation planning. DISCLAIMER: I am not an expert on these issues but this is something I have been thinking about since having much slimmer birding checklists here in North Carolina, than I do in Nebraska.

My hometown county, Scotland is not exactly a center of economic activity. So this means that county expenditures are not going to be prioritizing conservation areas (though I wish that was a priority). So that means that since my neighborhood does not contain a lake of some kind, or an extensive array of shrubs and trees as well as certain kinds of other native plants well that means we will not see a major diversity of birds.

In my mother’s yard you are guaranteed to see #BrownThrasher #AmericanRobin #NorthernMockingbird #CommonGrackle #NorthernCardinal and #HouseFinch. You will hear #FishCrows and you will see swallows flying high. You may even see a Mississippi Kite flying high (saw one the other day) but that is it.

But in Lincoln? Because of the extensive array of hotspots in the town? I Saw FAR MORE BIRDS. I have yet to see a warbler in my hometown in N.C.

So what this means is that if I want to see more birds I have to go on a trip. Likely to a state park or to a National Wildlife Refuge. But within the city limits? Not going to be so lucky unless a rarity decides to make a pit stop.

THANKFULLY I found a state park today that has birds (Praise GOD). I was about to go crazy!

But for now I will still do my duty of planting more native plants in my mom’s yard, and keeping her birdfeeders full. I will also fill the birdfeeders at my paternal grandmother’s lot (which I have a plan to turn into a birdfeeder stop for the feathered friends).

Surveying my late paternal grandmother’s lot to see where to place the birdfeeders.


Clergeau, Philippe, Jean-Pierre L. Savard, Gwenalle Mennechez, and Gilles Falardeau. “Bird Abundance and Diversity along an Urban-Rural Gradient: A Comparative Study between Two Cities on Different Continents.” The Condor 100, no. 3 (1998): 413-25. Accessed June 24, 2021. doi:10.2307/1369707.

#Birding ON THE ROAD

Birds sing after a storm. Why Shouldn’t WE?”-

Rose Kennedy

On June 1, 2021 I began my roadtrip from Lincoln, Nebraska to my hometown of Laurinburg, N.C to spend the summer with my parents and do some research at the N.C. Archives.

I stayed over in Paducah, KY and then over in Knoxville, TN. It rained the WHOLE WAY, (hence the quote).

But it was a good ride. As with all things I reflected on my son’s spirit, which I know is always near. I cried, I laughed, I spoke to loved ones over the phone as I drove and noticed all the winged messengers in the sky.

Following is a photo-essay of some of my bird friends along the ride…

Great Blue Heron at Loess Bluffs
From the land of the Great Plains to…
To the mountains of Appalachia
to the mossy, pine needle strewn forests
Forests of N.C.
Mason Farm Biological Preserve
What wonders will I see here??

“Why do birds sing in the morning? It’s the triumphant shout: ‘We got through another night!”

Enid Bagnold

My Friend the #RedTailedHawk

“The Hawk is a bird of the heavens, arranging the changes necessary to prompt our spiritual growth and our awareness.” Lynn Ragan

“The Hawk gives us the ability to see meaning in ordinary experiences… When a loved one delivers this remarkable bird upon our path, they say, “I’m here. I love you. Please know that your enlightenment is imminent. Take me with you.”- Lyn Ragan

“Grief winds us through unknown territory where we navigate our way through an emotional depth that we might not be familiar with. Grief changes us, and despite its difficulties and challenges it can also herald a tide of increased awareness, spiritual renewal, and the opportunity to open ourselves to the vastness of love BEYOND form.”- Sherrie Dillard

Someone saw a Whippoorwill but it was not me!

Hello everyone! Last time I posted it was on World Migratory Bird Day which turned out to be VERY, VERY windy. But I made it out to Marsh Wren Community Wetlands and Wagon Train State Recreation area.

Franklin’s Gull at Marsh Wren May 8, 2021
Canada Geese with young at Wagon Train

But this week turned out to be somewhat momentous, I saw the #GreatEgret several times at Holmes Lake this past week:

I also drove up to Omaha to test drive a new birdmobile. The 2015 Volkswagen Golf! Of course when I took a test drive I drove over to Ziwursky Park. Saw a Great Blue Heron there!

The Great Blue Heron arrived shortly after I got there.

Oh I before I forget, I saw a fox at Lincoln Saline Wetlands!

But yesterday well I had a false positive in regard to the Whippoorwill. It was overcast and rainy all day and I did not have on my glasses and I saw perched behind an American Robin, a spotted reserved looking bird with an upturned beak. Was it a Whippoorwill? It blended in so well with the trees!

“Who are you?,” I wondered.

Uhhh not a Whippoorwill

Turns out when I ran it through Merlin app it was a JUVENILE ROBIN, I laughed and laughed because before I got home and was still out at Holmes Lake I posted this tweet:

The adult American Robin was on the branch in front of the Juvenile and it was because I was looking at the Adult that I noticed the interesting looking Juvenile.

Oh well, it was a fun day nonetheless.

I am eternally grateful for God’s Divine Creation and the moments it provide in warmth, serenity, and connecting with my Angel Son’s spirit.

Happy week all!

Was that a Brown Thrasher?

Field Notes

Tuesday April 27, 2021

Conestoga Lake State Recreation Area (Army Corp of Engineers Entrance)

The Woods.

Warbling Vireo

I arrived at around 11:00am. There were a few anglers out fishing on the lake. I tend to avoid people for pandemic reasons, but also for personal reasons. I am kind and say hello but I generally keep it moving.

Birding for me is an escape, a time to admire Divine Creation, a time to be with God and push my Angel son’s Spirit forward.


So I entered the area where a brush pile is surrounded by forest. It is here that I often see many #AmericanRobins #RedWingedBlackbirds #CommonGrackles out in about. They are the more conspicuous.

But on this day I saw what appeared to be #BrownThrashers being very skulky. That chestnut brown color is unmistakable. The last time I saw #BrownThrashers were in North Carolina at my parent’s house in March. They weren’t so skulky there.

Brown Thrasher at my parent’s house in Laurinburg, N.C. (March 12, 2021)

So I was delighted that the Brown Thrasher had returned to the Midwest. I dropped some birdseed down to encourage curiosity and walked another mile through the area along the lake.

When I returned I saw the Brown Thrashers again but they quickly flew back into the forest. Hmmm. This would take some coaxing. So I remained very still and sat down on the ground and began observing all the sounds of birdsong.

I said a prayer. I said “God, where did the Brown Thrashers go?” Then I whispered to my son’s spirit, “Ricky, where is the Brown Thrasher?” I paused.

I got up and walked closer to the forest edge. I began whistling like a chickadee. I then heard more birdsong.

Were they coming? Were the Brown Thrashers coming?”

And then at that moment I saw the #WarblingVireo. It remained long enough for me to catch several pictures. Then out came the #YellowWarbler who also allowed me to photograph. And then a group of Lady Red Winged Blackbirds came.

Wow I thought to myself.

I would find out from a senior ebirder that the Yellow Warbler sighting was the first for Lancaster County, Nebraska. I felt very grateful!

“Adopt the pace of Nature. Her secret is patience.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson
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