Tonight, a nearly full moon has risen through a clear sky and these same now-silent trees. An owl of some kind is bleating with its mate in the dark, a sound new to us and strange.
At the North Pond, I’ve seen great-blue herons, green herons, bitterns, cormorants, and black-crowned night herons, both adult and juvenile, as well as all kinds of geese, ducks, gulls, and other water birds, to the point where I supposed there was nothing new to see.
On a recent afternoon, though, I happened to see an unfamiliar bird wading along the west shore of the pond under a tree. More
I think it’s the best mirror-wall in the city. I’ve written enthusiastically before about the Trump Tower. Now I see another aesthetic reason to like the building.
I fear, though, that its mirror-cladding poses a new threat to birds. Our newest glass skyscrapers are so mirage-like that many birds probably die flying into them. If this is something you know about, will you let me know?
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Tuesday I went to the Lily Pool, which was crowded with people. Their noise startled a heron out of its place by the side of the pond. It flapped up out of the tall grasses, where it had been invisible, and heavily flew up into the crown of the tallest tree. There, from a safe perch, it continued to eye us with considerable alarm.