On a Saturday morning in late July – sunny, warm and steamy after rain the night before – two bright yellow birds stood out like flashing lights among the drab, faded weeds in the old field along the highway. I didn’t know what they were at first, but watched as they gleaned insects from leaves in several kudzu-draped trees and moved in and out of the thickets. After looking them up when I got back home, I found they were female Orchard Orioles, with bright yellow face, throat, breast and belly, and yellow under the tail, and a more greenish-yellow on a smooth head and back, with narrow white wing bars and what I would describe as a rather long tail that appeared slightly brownish in color. There appeared to be a thin shadowed streak through the eyes, and the bill was thin and pointed.
The two yellow birds were very animated and stayed close together, like friends. Where one flew, the other followed. They fed close together, looking long-necked as they stretched up or bent over to feed on the surfaces of leaves. A Northern Mockingbird tried several times to chase them away, but they didn’t fly far and continued to forage in the trees. In flight they looked more brownish than yellow, but when feeding in the trees, lit by the sun, their color glowed.
Meanwhile, one Red-tailed Hawk and two Black Vultures perched on utility poles over the field. The Black Vultures sat close together – one on top of a pole and the other on a wire beside it – both holding their wings up and out, with backs to the warmth of the morning sun.
Three Mourning Doves perched on wires over the field. Brown Thrashers, Mockingbirds, Titmice and Cardinals moved among the weeds and shrubs. One Gray Catbird mewed and lifted its gray head and dark cap up out of the vines briefly, then disappeared back down into the shrubs. A White-eyed Vireo, a Blue Grosbeak and an Eastern Towhee sang, and a Blue-gray Gnatcatcher called spee.
The field looked bedraggled, all the weeds, vines, grasses and shrubs withered by the heat despite fairly frequent rain. The big white blooms of wild potato vines, like large white morning glories with purple centers, speckled the power cut that runs through the center of the field. Temperatures have been around 100 for several days, a long stretch of very hot weather.
It was about ten days ago when I saw the Orchard Orioles, and I just haven’t been able to find the time to post it until now, but I’ve been walking by the field most days and haven’t seen them again. They might be there – because the field is large and densely tangled with weeds and thickets and I only pass by it once a day at most, so I was just lucky to see them this time – or maybe they were only passing through.
On the same day, when I reached home, six young Chipping Sparrows were feeding at the edge of the grass along the road. A Scarlet Tanager sang from trees around the edge of the woods, and a Pileated Woodpecker gave its cuk-cuk-cuk call. Lots of Bluebirds and Robins were active all through the neighborhood, and two Barn Swallows swooped and circled and dipped, along with three Chimney Swifts, over a large open grassy area.