Of all things, I am seeing and hearing -- especially hearing --

fledgling red-winged-blackbirds.
The region where I am spending the summer,
has wetlands and marshlands around the river valley,
and some rocky terrain unsuitable for building
where there are more wetlands,
filled with various kinds of reeds.
That's where the red-winged blackbirds make their habitat.

I don't have to hike over to the marshes.
The young blackbirds are coming out and hanging around on the
telephone pole cables, flying down to sidewalks and patios.

They are letting out the loudest clearest whistles
that I have ever heard from blackbirds of any stripe.
I reckon this is how the birds talk to each other
and I'm not used to hearing that piercing whistle so close to parking lots and restaurant/commercial buildings.

But there they are, the fledglings, looking sort of
fearless and clueless, as those young birds do at first,
trying their wings and exploring the outside world.