|Cute giant painted rock on the road to Maine's Baxter State Park|
|Baxter State Park has beautiful scenic views of waterways|
|The outcropping of rock makes this hill rather a 'sweet heart' don't you think?|
|Female American Redstart|
|Showing her tail just before she flits off|
|Male Black-throated Blue Warbler, serenading some fine young thing|
|Ms. Fine Young Thing|
There was a spot I found in the forest that was filled with the sound of frogs calling "Chee-bek! Chee-bek! Of course, I learned in Manitoba Canada that not all froggies are frogs - some are actually Least Flycatchers.
The greatest reason I journeyed all the way to north-central Maine was in hopes of locating a Bicknell's Thrush. Alas, no Bicknell's for me. I have a start when earlier today a Thrush jumped out onto the road in front of my car to nab a worm, but alas, a Hermit Thrush which can be found back in California in my own back yard.
|Taken through car windshield: a hungry Hermit Thrush|
|A handsome, fat Spruce Grouse on a Baxter Park road|
There were a few wildflowers around for me to admire too.
I certainly believe I got my $24 worth out of Baxter State Park, even if I didn't see any Bicknell's Thrushes. And I certain enjoyed the hours of new scenery I saw en route and on my return today back to the coast and Calais, Maine.
|The 'Farewell' side of the boulder on the way out of Baxter State Park.|