Purple Martins seemed to be much more common in my childhood and I have never forgotten the rich sounds that they make. Most nest in multi-chamber houses on tall poles.
I was surprised to hear this sound clearly today at Col. Sam Smith Park. I say surprised because I was here many times in May and didn’t see any Purple Martins. I suspect that the 2 dozen or so here were born elsewhere (there is no martin house at Col Sam) and have drifted this way to feast on the many insects to be easily found near the lake. They don’t come from the martin house in High Park either because this was taken over by House Sparrows years ago.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
Wading into the underbrush to get these Catbird photos cost me about 10 painful Red Ant bites.
Looking like a loon with a slight up-pointing bill identifies a Double-crested Cormorant.
I was very intrigued when I saw your post on the Whitevale school. I saw the pictures and was fairly certain I had been there as a teenager visiting friends of my family who lived there. After some searching I confirmed that was indeed the same building. And I came upon this document and thought you might find it interesting.
How sweet the music of the purling rill,
Trickling adown the grassy hill!
While dreamy fancies come to give repose
When the first star of evening glows. – Henrietta Cordelia Ray (1848–1916)