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The woods on Mt. Tabor have the wonderful smell of Western Red Cedars mixed in with the distinct odor of decaying organic matter, something we don’t get a lot of here in the desert. I wonder sometimes if going into the forest isn’t a form of aroma therapy.
Birds were a lot easier to hear than see in Oregon, and birding by ear became key. I was able to spent a long time in the field just listening and looking into the leaves. It was a happy and peaceful time.
Here’s two pictures I got of a Brown Creeper also on Mt. Tabor. Looking at his primaries, he looks like he was a June baby. There’s lot’s of them out there.
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Birds were a lot easier to hear than see in Oregon, and birding by ear became key. I was able to spent a long time in the field just listening and looking into the leaves. It was a happy and peaceful time.
Here’s two pictures I got of a Brown Creeper also on Mt. Tabor. Looking at his primaries, he looks like he was a June baby. There’s lot’s of them out there.
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