Remember the Moon?

She's there nearly every night so she's easily forgotten, or is it just she's so common she's, well,--overlooked. Her sweep across the sky isn't a one in fifty year event, not something to mark in red on the calendar. She lights the night too often. But what if she did only appear once in a century slipping through her changes? Think what it would be like to see her then. Having only seen those other tiny pricks of light for all your life and then a mysterious matte orb appears. And if that isn't enough, she transforms herself nightly. Larger by far than anything else celestial that anyone living has ever seen. Oh, you wouldn't allow yourself to miss a minute, now would you?

Donegal Browne.

Saturday at the Divines in the Rain

Rob Schmunk of http://bloomingdalevillage.blogspot.com/ dropped by the Chathedral nest at 6:05PM Saturday. Here's what he saw.

6:05 p.m. -- Isolde was sitting on the nest watching the rain. The kids were taking a nap and Tristan was nowhere to be seen.

Drop down to the next post, Catbirds: the Natural Fledgling Finder,in the comment section for links sent in by a reader with a rundown on the expression "sitting in the Catbird seat". The baseball connection does rings a bell.

Donegal Browne

The Catbird- Natural Fledgling Finder

Photograph by Eleanor Tauber

Eleanor Tauber, sent in this lovely photo of a Central Park Catbird, Dumatella carolinensis, taken early on Sunday morning.

And why is it called a Catbird? Well, it has a distinctive note that is very much like a cat mewing. The old Peterson's I found here in Wisconsin then goes on to say "Song, a disjointed succession of notes and phrases, some musical. Notes not repeated as in songs of Thrasher and Mockingbird."

And then there is their scold--a raucous shrill staccato noise accompanied by much hopping and darting we've discovered as they alert the world to the presence of young hawks.

While in most of Central Park the main hawk alert species are Blue Jays and at times Crows, up in the north end of Central Park and in Morningside Park it is the Catbirds who start the alert, often then joined by the Robins.

These guys are downright spunky.

Tangentially, this reminds me that I've never known why "sitting in the catbird seat" is such a good thing. Perhaps because they tend to look rather pleased with themselves? This might just be the time to try and find out.

(Thanks to a reader, it's already done. Check out the comments section. Many thanks for the research.)

And yes, I'm still not done with Friday's visit to the Divine Hawks, I'm still trying to figure out exactly what was going on during one sequence of behavior...but it will be up soon whether I figure it out or not.

Donegal Browne