Monhegan. Days of rain and fog have grounded migrating songbirds, forcing them to forage in the wrack on the beach for food to get them through until they can continue their flight northward. Colorful redstarts flitted like butterflies on the sand, hopped around at our feet.
Suspecting this kind of situation, our friend Derek had brought mealworms to share. The birds were so hungry that they overcame their usual shyness and ate them right out of our hands. Even flycatchers were chasing mealworms tossed in the air.
I can barely feel it,
this small bird
feeding in my hand.
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| Wet and bedraggled American Redstart resting |
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| Redstart with a mealworm |
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| Derek feeds a redstart mealworms from his hand |