I am chasing weeds, crawling around in the cool, moist earth, in pursuit of thuggish green rosettes of garlic mustard. Not 20 feet away, another kind of chase is on, as one mourning dove pursues another with what looks like a vengeance.
The soil, and the days, are not all that’s heating up. So is breeding season, the birds are showing me, each species in its own time and style.
A male Northern cardinal close by is less pushy than the mourning dove. In a gesture that, through the filter of human perception, could be described as tender, he offers a female a sunflower seed from the ground. She accepts.
New York State’s third Breeding Bird Atlas. Like parallel surveys in many other states, this is a five-year-long undertaking conducted every 20 years to give conservation decision makers the information they need about bird populations and locations.
it connects us to the wider world?