We returned there a couple of weeks back. Being an early riser, I did a short walk around the place at sunrise. Here is how it looked like that morning to an early birder
I could hear birds greeting the day everywhere. The house sits on a small knoll overlooking a prairie like area and the trees following a small river. Don has mowed trails throughout. Looking back over my shoulder I watched as the sun rose above the treeline. I saw numerous birds emerging from their houses and nests. Curious about a lack activity near a bluebird abode I approached more closely There were no bluebirds but instead a pair of feisty tree swallows who emerged looking for a fight. They began dive bombing me furiously, barely skimming the top of my hat. Discretion being the better part of valor I beat a hasty retreat.
Later that day, while the ladies were doing their shopping thing, Don and I visited Minneopa State Park for some more birding. The park had a beautiful waterfall, and some thick woods, where several varieties of rare owls were known to nest. Also an extensive restored prarie. By the end of the day my total count was well over thirty birds, including a rare (for southern Minnesota) hooded warbler.Your kisses take me to Shangri-la Each kiss is magic That makes my little world a Shangri-la A land of bluebirds and fountains And nothing to do But cling to an angel that looks like you And when you hold me How warm you are Be mine my darling And spend your life with me in Shangri-la For anywhere you are is Shangri-la How warm you are And spend your life with me in Shangri-la For anywhere you are is Shangri-la