Evanston: birded; finding myself
Evanston: birded; finding myself
When Carol watered the planter late this afternoon, the male bird flew off, and in the nest was not an egg but this bedraggled chick.
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I did a lap around the cemetery today.
Usually when I walk through neighboring Calvary Cemetery, I continue to the lake, along South Beach, and return on surface streets.
Today I decided to follow the lane circling the edge of the cemetery, and on the Chicago side passed monuments I had not seen before.
I also found this.
Sunday, July 25, 2010