Thursday, April 28, 2011
Today started well. While I brewed my kick-start coffee, the liquid fluting notes of Golden Oriel song poured in through my open window. I looked out to see a small flock of them gathered in the high branches of a nearby tree and could hear distant others in the valley below. Gorgeous flashes of rich deep-yellow breasts contrasting the iridescent black feathers of their backs; a soul touching sight. Although on the limit of the capacity of my snap-shot camera, it was a hazy and overcast morning, I chanced a photograph. It has registered a record but can not be expected to convey anything of the emotion of hearing and seeing these spectacular migrants as they pass through here each spring.