|Sandy contemplates the cottonwood she's been reading about since February, while Mary heads downstream to identify a twittering bird.|
|Left to right: lanceleaf cottonwood, sisters Sandy and Mary, blogger Hollis.|
Birder's eyes are different than mine! Mary spotted this nest, not even six feet off the ground but well-hidden. She and Sandy concluded it's a robin’s nest.
It’s made mainly of grass stems, last year’s kochia weed (note dried white seed heads), and lots of mud. The birders assured me that robins like mud when it’s available ... and there’s plenty along the river.
All and all the cottonwood tree was looking good, still a healthy green. But then we saw a branch sporting yellow leaves ... sigh.
Dave is one of Wyoming’s great fiddlers, and also composes fiddle tunes. So it’s only fitting to end this post with Under the Cottonwoods, written and played by Dave Brinkman (Mary B on guitar). Judging by the ending, I'd say autumn’s not far off.