Bernheim is working on a project to restock the quail population on the property. They hatch the eggs, and feed them till they are ready for release. We ran across one of the workers on the project who let us take a look at them. Sometimes raccoons find the cage, and chase the babies around till the partner raccoon can grab it through the fence. Apparently they like to eat the heads.
Last weekend artists designed bird houses, which they hung along a trail. This is my favorite - a true sign of the times.
As the sun crept down, we spied this Green Heron perched on a rock in the shallow end of Lake Nevin. The profile of this heron is so distinctive, you don't have to have a close look to know what it is. The weather has been so dry here in Kentucky, that all the creeks and lakes levels are down quite a bit.
As I waited in the car for Dick to return the lodge key, I heard something singing sweetly in the branches above, and thought I better look for it. We had seen a Redstart flying through the branches, lots of LBJ's (Little Brown Jobs - otherwise unidentifiable to us), and scads of migrating Blue Jays. I hoped for a warbler I could get a good look at, and this time I lucked out. I think this is an immature Magnolia Warbler. (I later asked a good birder friend, who said she thought this was a Pine Warbler instead.)
What a sweet little thing it is! Yes, I'm stretching it a bit to call this a bird, but it is an Eastern Pond "Hawk," one of the hundreds of dragoflies hunting over the Great Prairie. I expect to see them around water, and am surprised to see them over dry land as often as we do.