I haven’t been birding since I arrived in Atlanta two months ago. I’ve seen (and heard singing) Carolina wrens, American robins, song sparrows, and a fleeting hawk in my neighborhood, along with juncos, house sparrows and pigeons. So I made a sightseeing trip north along Peachtree Street, aiming for the Chattahoochee River.
First stop, Starbucks to use a gift card, then Barnes and Noble to check out picture books on Atlanta (nothing very artsy – perhaps a future project?), and to familiarize myself with the area. Finally I arrived at one of the riverside parks run by the city of Roswell, GA. I had plans to visit the High Museum of Art during their “Pay as you wish” day in honor of MLK’s birthday. I wanted to be there around noon, so I didn’t make it all the way to the Chattahoochee Nature Center. But I did have a nice flurry of birds once a Carolina wren took exception to my proximity to its foraging place under an upturned canoe on shore, and created such a ruckus that other birds came to check it out. Read the rest of this entry »
It was a mild evening – and the Big Peach was going to drop at Five Points. It’s an 800 pound peach. Times Square drops a Waterford crystal ball. Atlanta drops a peach. So I had to see it. I walked down Auburn Avenue, my new neighborhood.
It only took a few blocks before I left the relative safety of my street of restored historic homes and wondered about the wisdom of continuing these few blocks to downtown. Clusters of idle men on one corner… a man hauling buckets of water to wash a car (his?)… another talking to himself. You get the picture. And I wanted mine. Since I was using a tripod, perhaps they didn’t suspect I was some kind of narc. A few wished me a Happy New Year. I wished them back.