Sometimes we hear sounds we can’t identify; like this one. An accelerating series of chips. I can just barely hear it with my limited high-pitch hearing.
We settled on black-chinned sparrow.
And then there is this rising and falling sound:
I can’t hear it at all without the digital assistance of my birding ears that cut high frequencies in half, so I can hear them. Maybe someone with good (younger) hearing can listen and tell me what this is. We don’t know what to make of it.
Meanwhile, we’re on the road again. We’re in Deming, NM, making good time back toward Texas.
Saw a couple raptors this afternoon. Harris’s Hawk.
Swainson’s Hawk.
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