On Monday, the bluebird drove the great crested flycatcher away from the empty kestral box and the occupied bluebird box. We built and placed a box for the flycatcher that evening.
Knowing these birds by song, silhouette or flight pattern is exciting. Their wingbeats accompany each photograph. Their alarm call echoes a twig snapping under my foot.
Meanwhile, the chipping sparrow eats a green caterpillar and the great crested flycatcher has not settled into the newly constructed nesting box on the red maple.