Hunkerin’ Down for a day or two

I had planned our departure for tomorrow, Friday, so that we could hit the Tennessee’s Sandhill Crane Festival on Sunday but the winter storm, coming up from the south and also in from the west, has made us delay for a bit.  So, all the sand I lugged in buckets from the town pile and carefully spread on the driveway are buried under four or more inches of new snow with more (snow) on the way.

We had a busy early week with medical appointments and a trip yesterday Burlington to donate Mary’s Subaru to the Good News Garage so this hiatus is giving us a chance to pack and check things off more carefully.  It is fun to organize kayak gear while watching the snow fall.


The back side of the storm is going to have some stiff winds and very cold temperatures so I expect that the first several nights in the Airstream are going to be a bit challenging.  First to plow out, sand, and get the rig down the driveway.  Probably Saturday but we’ll keep a weather eye out.


It was nice to have a nice wood stove fire going last night and watch Syracuse demolish Villanova on the big screen TV.  I’ll miss that on the road — but the sleet, snow, and chill — not!

We Don’t Carry Hitchhikers

As we approach departure date (1/13 or 1/14), I’m getting serious about planning the route and possible stops — looking at a couple of new options in Louisiana before we head over to Texas.  We have gathered a lot of information and it is fun to look over used birding checklists and campground maps — and to read Mary’s diary for the highs and lows of past trips.

Today, I am working on the Airstream a bit — got the heat on this morning and decided to move it into a better position in the driveway with my Kubota tractor.  Not the brightest idea I’ve had this week.  After slipping and sliding and making thing worse, I got the truck set up and gee’s and haw’d around the icy driveway, getting the trailer positioned for loading.  Our driveway is tough — steep, little room for turning, with a ditch on one side and ledge outcroppings on the other.  It’s one reason we stay with a 25 foot trailer and even then, it’s quite a challenge.  I ripped a long pipe holder off the bottom departing last year when I cut a corner too tight.

About half way through the process, after a lot of jostling with the tractor, I spotted a little deer mouse departing from underneath and scurrying across the frozen ground to under the front deck.  “Well,” I thought, “one less traveler to take along.”  I went on with my business but just as I finished unhitching the truck, another mouse did the same thing. 

So, it’s time to set the mouse-traps.  I hope they like Smucker’s peanut butter, even if it is low fat.

Northern Shrike — The Butcher Bird

“While most common songbirds migrate south for the winter, our part of the world is “south” for several birds of the far north. Snow buntings, common redpolls, and rough-legged hawks, among others, regularly move into our region in the winter months.

These northern visitors make cold-weather birding interesting, but one bird – the northern shrike – stands out because of its unusual hunting habits. The bird’s Latin name, Lanius excubitor (“watchful butcher”), gives some clue as to what comes next, but we’ll get to the gory details in a moment.

The shrike is an attractive bird, with grey on its head and back, a white chest and throat, black patches on its wings and tail, and a black mask-like band across its eyes. From a distance, you might mistake it for a blue jay.

But what makes the shrike notable is the fact that it’s a predatory songbird. Like hawks and owls, it hunts and kills for a living. But unlike most hawks and owls, the shrike is small – about the size of a robin – and unlike the raptors, it kills not with its talons, but with its sharp, notched beak….”

So writes Tom Slayton, editor emeritus of Vermont Life magazine and a Montpelier, VT freelance writer, in the online Outside Story of Northern Woodlands magazine.  (Read the whole story)



image by Firstmac

Waiting to Launch

For the first time, I’ve had our Airstream at an RV dealer for repairs and maintenance — in the past I’ve done it myself.  However, with cold temperatures, the prospect of repacking wheel bearings lost any appeal it might have had and I also knew that I needed to get the unit inspected.  So I dropped it off at a local outfit, Mekkleson RV in East Montpelier, VT who service a handful of Airstreams out of the many hundreds of RV’s they handle each year.

To make a long story short, they did a fine job.  They found problems in the electrical system which they fixed through better grounding and work on the plugin — and more importantly, found that one set of brakes was not working.  An electrical line had parted, probably in the awful trip up our driveway last March, so they got those working and a fresh new inspection sticker in place.  We are ready to go.

A full moon sets over the snowy/frosty Airstream as the winter sun rises behind us.

We’ve got a month to go before departure and we are starting to gather gear and think through our trip options.  I’m thinking of hauling both or one of the kayaks this time since we are so often near water.  Given the need for a dog-sitter, it’s unlikely that both of us would paddle together so I think we’ll end up taking Mary’s boat, which I can cram into and take both sets of paddles.

It’s not too early for me to start worrying a bit about the first couple of days of travel — getting below the snow zone.  I just sent Mary a picture of our final day last year during our return, and I can hear the groans from the other room.  We need less excitement this trip.

Rufous Hummer in Vermont

On November 19th, Randy Schmidt of The Vermont Bird Place in Manchester Center, VT, reported a phone call from a customer who was worrying about a hummingbird who was still hanging around her feeder  (in East Arlington.)  Randy posted the information on VTBird and reported that he thought it was a Rufous Hummingbird.  This elicited a number of posts about identification and the hopes that a bander could visit and identify the bird. It created a lot of buzz among Vermont birders.

Well, yesterday a certified bander from Connecticut did in fact visit the site and capture the bird.  Here’s what Randy posted afterwards:

We did indeed band and positively ID the East Arlington hummer this morning.  The bird is a hatch year female Rufous Hummingbird who weighed 3.9 grams.  Band number L66890. (the L will be translated to a numerical number later – the L fits easily on the band!)

Bander Bob Yunick captured the bird at the first feeder visit after the trap was set. VERY interesting process.  The tail feathers made the ID (along with other details)  and it was amazing to see the amount of rufus in the bird that you don’t see when the bird is just perching. He will be producing a complete report….

It was very neat to see the bird return to the feeder just 7 1/2 minutes after release….

So as some have mentioned – the lesson is? next year, keep those hummer feeders going!  In fact this morning, the bird visited the feeder even though a small bit of ice had formed after the homeowner put it back out this morning. Temp was around 26 degrees at the time of capture.

Great experience all around.

Of course, since then we have had a major snowstorm throughout the Northeast.  The fate of this vagrant is unclear but I hope she got out of Dodge before the snow hit.

Photo is of a rufous in another state by David-O

It Rained Scoters

Yesterday, with rain and snow in the forecast, I volunteered to drive Mary down to a doctors appointment at Dartmouth Hitchcock Med. Center in Hanover.  (My truck has better tires.)  As I often do when visiting an area with time to bird, I checked Birdseye for what folks had seen in the last few days.  I saw Black Scoters listed for the Wilder Dam and since I have never seen them in Vermont or New Hampshire, thought I’d try to check them out.

After a drive in crappy weather, I dropped Mary and took the 20 minute drive up to the dam — where I had never been.  I missed a detour and hit the Connecticut River at a park upstream, where I found a lot of juncos, sparrows, and a lot of cold rain.  I backtracked, found the dam and noted from the truck window a raft of about 50 scoters on the water. 

There was a local birder there and together we watched through rainy binoculars and scopes seeing all three types of scoters, a few buffleheads, and a couple of cormorants.  The temperature was about 38 and the rain made it miserable, in spite of all the birds.  I got back in the truck, warmed up my hands,  email, finding this message from Chip of North Branch Nature Center:

Wrightsville Reservoir in Montpelier/Middlesex is often devoid of avian
life, but not this morning. A huge raft of approximately 200 Black Scoters
were the center feature. Mixed in were 4 White-winged Scoters and a small
group of 6 Surf Scoters, which mostly kept to themselves.

And added bonus was a lone female Northern Pintail, which was associating
with a flock of 6 Common Mergansers.

Wrightsville is about a mile from my home and here I was 70 miles away!   I picked up Mary and we drove home, hoping the birds would stick around.  About noon, we showed up and the flock had diminished but there were still over 50 scoters there along with the lone Northern Pintail.  It was a treat to share them with Mary as they paraded back and forth in the scope.

VTBird, our listserve, was alive with reports of huge rafts of scoters on bodies of water all over the upper half of the state — one veteran birder noted that: “I don’t recall Black Scoter numbers like these, including even wintering concentrations off the coast of Maine or at their favorite locations along coastal Rhode Island.”

I went down this morning and there were only two scoters left on the reservoir and most others reported few if any left after yesterday’s scoter fallout.

Why are there no birds at your feeder?

From Don & Lillian Stokes’s blog: “Right now we are getting reports from New England to FL that people are worried because they have no birds at their feeders. We have fewer birds at ours. Relax, they will be back, as soon as it is colder, and the wild foods have been depleted.

There is a great abundance of wild food now available to birds now. All the rain we have had in the East, from spring (remember the record floods) through summer and into fall, has made for a bumper crop of many wild foods. Plus the weather has been warm and insects are still flying.

Here in NH, our crabapple trees are loaded, winterberry holly is full of red berries, other berry producing trees and shrubs are laden. This was a very good blueberry year. The fields are full of the seeds of grasses, weeds, coneflowers and other composite flowers. There are acorns and our hemlock trees have lots of cones.

However, winter is coming. It will get colder. Insects will disappear or hibernate. Seeds and berries will get eaten. Then the birds will come back to your feeders.
Meanwhile, keep your feeders clean and stocked with quality bird seeds. Sooner or later they will be back. Promise.”

Bird Larders – storing up for winter

I’ve been watching birds cache food this week. The days are shorter, and the birds are preparing for the next season. The nuthatches prefer the hulled sunflower, and they’re choosing the heavier seeds as those are the ones higher in fat content. Their activity begins very early in the day. The titmice are taking one seed at a time and seem to cache higher in the trees than the nuthatches. The chickadees are caching in the middle of the day, and their pantry of seeds is in a knothole in a maple.

This caching behavior has its advantages. They’ll retrieve the larder of seed on days when the weather isn’t suitable for them to for forage. Their warehouses are available when the long winter settles upon them and other sources are no longer abundant, and yes, their memories are sharp!

(written by Sue McGrath of Newburyport Birders)

Hawk Watching Time


Just about when the leaf peepers begin flocking to the roadways to observe Vermont’s spectacular autumn foliage, an equally-enthusiastic set of nature lovers is trekking up the peaks to watch a different seasonal event: the fall migration of raptors. Also known as “birds of prey,” this majestic group includes the eagles, falcons, hawks, vultures, ospreys, and the less-familiar but no-less-impressive group called the harriers, of which North America has only one (the beautiful Northern Harrier). Perched on a mountain outcropping, one can predictably see large numbers of these birds as they make their way to southern climes.

Whether you’re a veteran bird-watcher or a novice, raptor-watching (usually referred to as “hawk-watching,” even though other types of raptors are included) is a great way to spend an autumn afternoon. One of its draws is that the birds are highly visible. Unlike the diminutive songbirds, which hop around incessantly and hide in dense shrubs, raptors are large, steady, and during migration, exposed. Also, because each group of raptors flies differently and has a distinctive shape, these birds are easy to tell apart. The peregrine falcon, for example, has long, pointed wings, which it flaps continuously for its fast, powered flight. In contrast, the bald eagle rarely flaps and its broad, sturdy wings make it look like a flying plank. At the popular hawk-watching sites, you’re likely to find fellow observers on the summit to help you with identification; learn the shapes and flight patterns of the major groups and you’ll be a hawk-watching maven in no time.

So when and where is a Vermonter to begin? The peak of fall raptor migration is from mid-September to early November; try going at different times of the season to see different species. The most popular hawk-watching sites in Vermont are Mount Philo, 15 miles south of Burlington, and Putney Mountain in the southeast corner of the state. Snake Mountain in Addison and Mount Ascutney in Windsor are also decent spots, as are Coon Mountain, just beyond the ferry terminal in Essex, New York, and Mount Tom in Massachusetts, straight down the Connecticut River from Brattleboro.

In addition to being a popular place for recreational hawk-watching, Putney Mountain is also an official migration monitoring site. Because raptor migration is predictable and easy to watch, people have been counting migrating raptors and recording their numbers since 1934, when the first official count site was established at Hawk Mountain Sanctuary in Pennsylvania. Since then, numerous similar counts have been established all over the globe, from the Panama Canal to the Strait of Gibraltar. The long-term migration data collected at these sites allow scientists to monitor raptor populations; numbers vary greatly from year to year, but over long periods of time, scientists can identify trends. The decline in juvenile Bald Eagles migrating past Hawk Mountain Sanctuary in the 1970s alerted Rachel Carson to the threat of DDT to these important predators, and she wrote about this trend in Silent Spring, the influential book which led to the ban of that harmful pesticide. Visit the Putney Mountain Hawk Watch just for fun, or participate in the count to play a role in history.
(read whole article from VTDigger.com)

This piece is by Emily Brodsky, a master’s candidate in the ecological planning program at the Rubenstein School of Environment and Natural Resources at The University of Vermont.

Blogging with an iPad

Yesterday, I did some birding at the Salisbury State Reservation with my dog and found a nice mix of shorebirds and waterfowl. This cooperative Northern Mockingbird posed for a digiscoped photo. I got life bird 304, some White-rumped Sandpipers, who were hanging out with a bunch of Black-bellied Plovers.

My MacBook Pro is in for repairs at the Apple store but it gave me an excuse to buy an iPad. We are often without wifi in our travels so the 3G access can be really handy – like right now. Blogging on an iPad is a bit challenging but much better than trying it with the iPhone. I can import photos, do some cropping with PSexpress, and write it in BlogPress. It’s good for on-the-road blogging and you can always tidy things up later on.

It’s a showery Saturday in Massachusetts – the Vizsla and I are going out to a local reservoir and check for water birds. Good birding.