It's been two weeks now and I have yet to see even a single Purple Martin. Our three martin hotels, as I like to call them, are so lonely and quiet. In the summer, the purple martins have kept me occupied outside even on the slowest of birding days. I love to watch them skim the surface of the water for a drink or just watch them when they are congregating on their rooftops singing. I will definitely miss their sweet songs on my walks.
Here is a picture from July 2nd, the last few purple martins to stick around.
No comments:
Post a Comment