When You Least Expect It

When we come to the beach for a few days, I generally have just two things on my list of things to do. Look for agates and eat copious amount of clam chowder and garlic bread from Mo’s. This is repeated each day over the course of our stay. Mixed in with this are various other activities depending on who’s with us. My brother has been raving about a fishing spot near Newport called Big Creek Reservoir where he likes to take his kids fishing. Fishing is not my thing but when my parents went with them the other day and told us about the Osprey, Kingfisher’s, Otter’s and Great Blue Heron’s they saw while fishing, we thought we would take a trip out there for a few hours to see what it was all about.

We parked our car and took off on a trail that we hoped would loop around the reservoir. It was a drizzly, wet morning and as we entered the woods, I started to hear the thrushes. Most of us, including myself, associate seagulls with the beach, but when I think of the beach, I also think of Swainson’s and Hermit Thrushes. I hear them every summer when we stay for a few days at the coast. Their sound is everywhere here but views of them are fleeting. Searching for them by sound can be frustrating. I don’t have much luck.

We heard both Swainson’s and Hermit Thrushes as we walked around the reservoir. Most birds in these woods seemed to prefer to remain hidden, their songs and soft alarm calls the only evidence we had that we weren’t alone. A pair of Black-Headed Grosbeaks were the only birds in the woods we were able to photograph. We heard their alarm calls and paused for a bit to try to find them in the dense cover. I had spotted what I thought was a nest and although they wouldn’t approach it while I watched, they wouldn’t leave the area either. We finally left them in peace to go about their day.

Although we weren’t able to photograph the thrushes in the woods, we enjoyed the walk and listening to their sweet music as we made our way around the trail. I was reminded to live in the moment and to enjoy what was in front of me instead of spending my time and energy frustrated by what wasn’t meant to be on this day at this time.

Later that afternoon, back at the rental house, a Swainson’s Thrush spent a few minutes on the back fence allowing us a pretty good view. What a lovely gift.

Big Creek Rd. Trail

Red Elderberry

Black-Headed Grosbeak


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One Response to When You Least Expect It

  1. Jen says:

    I love the thrush photo! I have heard Swainson’s Thrushes before but still have yet to see one. That looks like a gorgeous trail…

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