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The song is described as pure, liquid, whistling.  We've been hearing it over and over again, all weekend.  Not that we mind, it is a beautiful sound.  The frustration arose because we couldn't spot the Oriole, who likes to stay very high up in the tree tops.

One of our guests, Peter, saw him by the lake, but nobody had a camera in hand at the time.  It is quite possible that we have two of them -- two pairs that is. Unless the oriole is a super fast flier, and able to get from the big Norway maple at my house to up past the shuffleboard courts and back without being seen in a matter of a few seconds. We have our fingers crossed. One cannot have too many Baltimore orioles around.  Up in the office we have this oriole nest on display.  It is an incredible bit of engineering, a deep woven basket. This one was built in the big cherry tree by Wheelhouse cottage.

Given that the bird can be tricky to spot, I was delighted this morning when he came out on a branch to show off.  He even let me photograph him in mid-song.

, My little Cannon Powershot did a good job of getting the photo, all things considered.  I am however, consumed by envy by the quality of the last picture on this post. It's not mine, it was taken from a birding website. But it is too good not to share.  Like the song of our oriole.

Enjoy.