Prospect Park has become a very important component of my life in Brooklyn. I had enjoyed birding before Brooklyn, working for Audubon, naturally, birding was a thing I did... but the first time I saw a swallow-tailed kite soar above Prospect Park-- my love for birding was re-kindled and burned stronger than ever. The wildlife in this urban oasis fascinated me, I was addicted and I found myself wondering this park whenever I had nothing better to do. The park allowed me to meet a wonderful network of Brooklyn birders, many of whom I consider friends and enjoy running into in the field, Prospect has become the patch I am dedicated to birding during the Christmas Bird Count. I love this park and feel rather at home within it.
So I enjoyed a sunset over the upper pool and the wildlife that crossed my path as I stood in solitude under the towering trees, mostly oak and sweet gum- with their changing leaves, exaggerated by the low sun... this is what I saw...
|A bullfrog with an autumn leaf.|
|A fun little bird! A winter wren!|
|Imagine a cotton ball, with two toothpicks and a few plucky feathers stuck out the back end... that's a winter wren!|
|Their tiny little tails are so funny. this little thing was quite loud as it "chip-chipped" around some fallen logs. their singing voice is quite amazing for what that tiny body can produce, in volume and length.|
|Enjoyed some views of the gorgeous wood ducks.|
|And then, as the sun sank...|
|Someone is not ready to get out of bed. I sat waiting for this raccoon to stir, and to my luck- it did! But just when I thought I got all the cuteness possible...|
|They have such young looking faces-- and to cram in that hole together-- it makes me think they are not a monstrously large, older raccoon.|
|And TONGUE. What a great end to my little bit of time I had out.|
I bet these guys are hoping there is some leftover 150th Birthday Cake somewhere in the park for them...