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oil on linen 6x6 in
Whether it’s the crispness in the air or the abundance of color with the changing leaves, Autumn has to be one of the best times of the year in Upstate New York. The crabapples capture the harmony of Autumn and are just about my favorite colors to paint.
Bluebirds were constant visitors to the yard during the warmer weather months. It was little sad as Autumn drew to a close and the Bluebirds headed south. But come spring, they’d be back serenading from the Crabapple tree and hunting for bugs in the lawn.
About the time the Forsythia is in full bloom, the White-Throated Sparrows start to appear under the feeder and in the yard. They are usually around for just a few weeks before continuing on their migration north for the summer.
I’m not sure what it is about this little masked bandit, maybe it’s the splash of yellow, but every time I spot a Common Yellow-throat in the meadow or at the Braddock Bay bird banding station – I experience a moment of bliss. I just can’t keep from smiling.
If you’d like to read about my experiences and the bird banding process, click here.
The sun glinting off these yellow Crabapples caught my eye as I was leaving the Braddock Bay bird banding station. While pulled over to snap a few photos, a nice couple stopped to offer assistance or the use of their cellphone. I felt a little embarrassed to admit I was taking pictures of…the crabapples. They had a good laugh, although I’m not sure if it was with me or at me?
Chickadees hold a special place in my heart. The last summer we had together, with my Dad, we’d often sit at the picnic table watching the chickadees come and go as they fed their young. As the weeks passed, the chicks got older and we’d start spotting one or two poke their heads out as they’d glimpse the big world they’d soon be entering.
We missed the day they fledged but the memory of the little faces in the opening of the chickadee house Paul and Dad built, is one of the many I cherish.