We lived on a rural road about 3 miles from the nearest small town, so my days and nights were filled with the sounds of nature. One that I remember most clearly is the bobolinks that lived in the nearby marsh. Their bubbly, energetic songs emanated from all corners of that boggy area. To see them you were reminded a little of the red wing blackbirds that also took up residence there. Their sizes were similar, but the distinctive yellowish nape of the male bobolink set them apart; that and their amazing vocalizations.
They are mixed in my memory with the swamp sparrows, quail, pheasants, turkeys, red wings, mockingbirds, orioles, and a whole host of songbirds that enjoyed snapping up mosquitoes and a myriad of other insects, dining on wild blackberries, crab apples and weed seeds galore. It was a feast for my ears and a banquet for the birds!
Grandma Pearl
Male and Female Bobolinks
photo from audubon.org
Female Bobolink
photo from westboroughlandtrust.org
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