You never imagine your holidays in the rain do you? But when I woke up at 4am local time it was raining hard. Still a Northern Mockingbird sang outside – I didn’t feel mocked at all.
As well as the birds being different – or some of them anyway – we’ll come back to that – so is the human language. I’ve had to repeat myself several times for others and ask them to repeat things for me – I don’t know what it is but there’s a slight communications glitch between us.
And the birds aren’t all different – starlings and house sparrows are, by far, the commonest birds I have seen.
I’ve bought a cell phone and a netbook so this blog is, fingers crossed, up and running. Many thanks to a guy called Mario and the Geek Squad in Best Buy Columbia Heights who got me sorted out – much appreciated.
As I passed time while they did their stuff I was coming up the remarkably slow elevator out of the metro onto the sidewalk when I heard an unfamiliar bird song. At present, almost all the bird songs are unfamiliar, of course, but this one sounded like it should be a warbler.
In the small group of trees by the Navy Memorial it sang its trill. There were lots of sparrows in the tree, getting in the way, and then I saw a warbler with two white wing bars and a yellow throat and breast with an orange blob on it – a Northern Parula. If you are a US birder then nothing to write home about, but since I am not, I am.
And meanwhile, back home, the Guardian has published a comment piece by me on the state of nature conservation. James Meikle writes a piece about it and the NFU President Peter Kendall gets hot under the collar about it – but doesn’t actually address the points made.