Winged things

On my way back from Baraboo this afternoon, there was a huge flock of birds rising out of a field the other side of the casino, flying across the road, dipping down, rising again and returning to circle the first field. It was almost like watching an ocean wave breaking on the beach.

Much prettier than the sight of at least eight buzzards circling downtown Wisconsin Dells yesterday evening just before sunset when I was coming back from the library. Around here one can always hope large birds are hawks or even eagles -- if you are near the river -- but the red heads gave them away. I did see a large hawk, though, when I got back onto Berry Road, sailing along right at treetop level ahead of me.

Three does were grazing on the side of the road at the Berry/Birchwood intersection. They aren't winged, but I thought Id mention them anyway.

Meanwhile, the birdfeeders are being swamped as the migratory birds pass through on the way south.