NEW INFORMATION:After posting this, a dear blog friend commented that this is probably not a Goldfinch at all, but a Black-throated green warbler. I agree. So please consider that this is either a female or immature male BTGW.
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Mr. Goldfinch Black-throated green warbler stood his ground right in the middle of the path |
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| He certainly posed for us, though with zoom this was probably taken 20 feet away from him |
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| The base of one of the big poplar trees |
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| I couldn't figure out what this white flower was, perhaps a version of milkweed? |
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| Looking up hill at the root of one of the trees, it showed that some animal had been burrowing under there |
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| Finally arrived at the junction of lower loop and upper loop trails |
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| The remains of Hemlocks stand beside the marker |
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trekking companion walked up to see the large trees on the upper loop
trail, and I started down hill. Apparently the best of the large
Poplars are on that trail. I was happy with the ones I'd seen.
poem by Joyce Kilmer
In high school I learned a lot of the methods of writing poetry from the study of this poem in English class. It was awful to have to talk about a "mouth prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast." We were teenagers, after all. And then later he talks about a bosom. Oh my, the young man who wrote this poem didn't hold back those metaphors!
