When I was a growing up, every year my family went to family camp at Camp Don Lee near the mouth of the Neuse River. Lots of important rituals in my life were established then. One of them was called “Vespers.” Every evening, after supper, families would wander to the weathered plank benches in the sand along the river for a singing and a story and some time for quiet reflection admidst the natural wonders. I didn’t know about Vesper Sparrows then, but apparently these birds are known for singing in the evening, too.
It was a surprise when Jennifer Schrand reported seeing one at my 2nd favorite birding patch, Lake Betz, (a.k.a., Kit Creek lake and wetlands). So I stopped by late this afternoon and found not one, but two, Vesper Sparrows. One was right where Jen found her Vesper. The other was near a Wood Duck box. That Vesper was hanging out with 3 Savannah Sparrows. The Vesper Sparrow is a life bird for me, and a reminder of the quiet reflection that the end of a good day can bring. Happy Easter!