I took a quick trip over to Dead Creek this morning with the dog to check out the shorebirds — but saw none. I did see a nice variety and took some photos. Here are a few:
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| An immature Brant with a Canada Goose |
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| A Double-crested Cormorant with lunch |
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| One of many Eastern Kingbirds |
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| Dozens of Great Blue Herons were fishing and flying |
After appointments this morning, I swung by a local birding hotspot — Berlin Pond — and was surprised to find, even in mid-morning, a lot going on. The air was just full of feeding birds. Swallows, Cedar Waxwings, Eastern Kingbirds, and others chased after insects while young Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers chased one another.
The pond is a protected water supply for the city of Montpelier. This time of year, much of it is clogged with lilly pads and other aquatic weeds. Amongst them, a Common Loon cruised, diving every so often for food.
I watched a Broad-winged Hawk being harassed by a Red-Winged Blackbird and thought once again, “Why don’t you just stop and clean that blackbird’s clock.” But once it shook off the chaser, the hawk hightailed it off to the south.
Heading down to the south end of the pond, I came upon a Great Blue Heron who acted like I couldn’t see him. Four juvenile ducks paddled around, in and out of the cattails (it looks to me like they are young wood ducks.)
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| Juvenile Wood Ducks duck into the weeds |
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| One of the dozens of Cedar Waxwings |
So, in about an hour, I saw at least 30 species and missed a number more. My dog was “helping” me bird and several times, she yanked on the leash just as I brought the binoculars in focus. Such is the challenge of birding with a Vizsla.
So, as a fellow birder wrote: it may be late July, and the birding a bit slower, but there are still fun places to visit and birds to be discovered.
This morning, I saw birds being banded for the first time. My friends Chip and Larry from the North Branch Nature Center along with volunteers gather data for the MAPS (The Monitoring Avian Productivity and Survivorship Program). They also use the banding activities to educate both youngsters and oldsters (like this one) to the techniques of bird monitoring.
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| Miles finds a Veery in the mist net. |
Larry and Chip unfurled the mist nets about 5:20 A.M. this morning just as the sun was getting ready to rise and soon began catching some of the small birds that hang out along the woods beside the North Branch of the Winooski River. Veerys, Common Yellowthroat warblers, Ovenbirds, a Song Sparrow, and several Gray Catbirds were among the birds caught while I was there. They checked the nets every half hour and carefully extracted the caught birds from the netting, then placing them in cloth bags for safekeeping.
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| Larry puts a band on a young Common Yellowthroat |
At the banding table, they gently removed a bird from the bag, using banders grip techniques to look over and document the sex, weight, age of the bird. This was all new to me – to see them blow on the feathers, spread the wings, expose the scalp, and of course, band the bird.
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| A young Ovenbird with “bad hair” due to a scalp check by Larry |
The birds were calm in the banders’ hands. The data collected was carefully recorded and then, after a last minute check, the bird was released and flew off a little fluffed up but uninjured.
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| Checking for feather wear |
I knew a little about catching birds in nets. I learned a great deal about how you measure and evaluate them and watch with awe the patience and calmness of Chip and Larry as they went through the morning. They both are excellent educators and all along, were explaining and answering questions. The kids were very interested — as were all of us.
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| Chip and a Catbird pose before release |
I plan to look for more birding bandings that I can observe. It’s fascinating and can’t help but make you a better birder.
A set of photos are here on Flickr.
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| Veery – Life Bird #297 |
Early this week, we took the Airstream on a little jaunt over to Stillwater State Park on Lake Groton. It was a chance to not only test out the trailer after months of inactivity and also a chance to bird a new area.
This time of year, we are used to waking up to bird song — even this late in the season. Red-eyed Vireos, Song Sparrows, and Common Yellowthroats are part of our early morning routine. However, just while setting up the trailer in the wooded site, I was amazed at the birds singing: White-throated Sparrows, Ovenbirds, Winter Wrens, Veerys, along with Vireos and Song Sparrows.
Veery’s have been elusive for me — I’ve heard them in our woods but never really got a good look to be about to add it to my life list. That was one of my objectives while camping and sure enough, the first morning revealed on singing on a naked branch right over our site. Then, as often happens, once I saw one, it seemed like every other bird I saw was a Veery.
On the water in the kayak, I saw two pairs of loons and many mallards including at least three families. Given the “friendliness” of the ducks, I have the feeling they have been fed by local campers.
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| Momma Mallard and five ducklings – taken from the kayak |
Blackburnian Warblers were everywhere but with the heavy foliage, hard to track with the camera. Their bright orange and steady singing made them easy to find, but they do tend to bounce around a lot. I also got a good look at a Blackpoll Warbler and several Black-throated Green Warblers. All in all, several nice days of camping and birding.
After several months of repairs to the underside of the Airstream damaged last winter in our dramatic arrival (belly wrap aluminum sections, plastic bannana wraps on front and back, and the replacement of the steps and step light), we started cleaning the inside. I won’t mention the condition of the refrigerator.
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| Loaded up and ready to go camping |
Having made reservations over at Groton State Park’s Stillwater Campground, we hooked up and launched Tuesday mid-day and gingerly worked our way down the driveway and road. The trip is only about an hour and the traffic was light.
Vermont parks don’t have electric or water services and seem to be more set up for tent and lean-to campers. The sites are generally pretty small and close together. However, we chose an empty site which was spacious and being mid-week and before the major family camping season, was pretty isolated. It even was level.
It felt good to settle into the routines of the Airstream even though the temperature was in the 80’s — quite hot for Vermont. We got the kayaks set up and went for a short paddle before supper. Groton Pond is dark from tannic acid and lined with camps — it’s crazy on the weekends with a lot of boats on a small body of water.
We opted for a movie on the computer instead of a campfire Tuesday night. Everything on the camper worked fine although the noisy water pump could use some muffling. We checked out the campground showers (two quarters for four minutes) and rated them excellent. In fact, the overall appearance and cleanliness of the restrooms, the sites, and all facilities was exemplary — the staff and volunteers do a great job.
Wednesday was cold in the morning — 49 degrees or so — and I lit off the propane heater for a while. I got an early morning paddle in — freezing my hands — and later took the dog for a long run alongside the bike.
Rain later in the day cancelled any campfire plans but we were snug in the ‘stream and glad to be in such a beautiful setting. We decided to pack up the next morning and head home a bit early since the weather forecast was not good. Another easy trip and except for dragging the back bumper on the driveway turn (another repair job), it was excellent.
All in all, a successful re-entry after months of letting the Airstream sit. It’s nice to have it ready to go as we look at the rest of the summer. We also need to start thinking about winter travel for 2011-2012. Stay tuned.
After several months of repairs to the underside of the Airstream damaged last winter in our dramatic arrival (belly wrap aluminum sections, plastic bannana wraps on front and back, and the replacement of the steps and step light), we started cleaning the inside. I won’t mention the condition of the refrigerator.
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| Loaded up and ready to go camping |
Having made reservations over at Groton State Park’s Stillwater Campground, we hooked up and launched Tuesday mid-day and gingerly worked our way down the driveway and road. The trip is only about an hour and the traffic was light.
Vermont parks don’t have electric or water services and seem to be more set up for tent and lean-to campers. The sites are generally pretty small and close together. However, we chose an empty site which was spacious and being mid-week and before the major family camping season, was pretty isolated. It even was level.
It felt good to settle into the routines of the Airstream even though the temperature was in the 80’s — quite hot for Vermont. We got the kayaks set up and went for a short paddle before supper. Groton Pond is dark from tannic acid and lined with camps — it’s crazy on the weekends with a lot of boats on a small body of water.
We opted for a movie on the computer instead of a campfire Tuesday night. Everything on the camper worked fine although the noisy water pump could use some muffling. We checked out the campground showers (two quarters for four minutes) and rated them excellent. In fact, the overall appearance and cleanliness of the restrooms, the sites, and all facilities was exemplary — the staff and volunteers do a great job.
Wednesday was cold in the morning — 49 degrees or so — and I lit off the propane heater for a while. I got an early morning paddle in — freezing my hands — and later took the dog for a long run alongside the bike.
Rain later in the day cancelled any campfire plans but we were snug in the ‘stream and glad to be in such a beautiful setting. We decided to pack up the next morning and head home a bit early since the weather forecast was not good. Another easy trip and except for dragging the back bumper on the driveway turn (another repair job), it was excellent.
All in all, a successful re-entry after months of letting the Airstream sit. It’s nice to have it ready to go as we look at the rest of the summer. We also need to start thinking about winter travel for 2011-2012. Stay tuned.
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| The Wednesday morning birders are savvy and very welcoming |
The Joppa Flats Nature Center in Newburyport, MA is a wonderful MA Audubon facility located on the Merrimac River. One of its popular birding programs is the Wednesday morning outings. An accomplished group of regulars goes on these walks and for some time, I’ve wanted to attend one. Today, I got the opportunity and it was a blast.
About 20-25 folks showed up and we took the two Center vans and several other vehicles and launched for some inland birding. The objective was to visit a heron rookery — the largest in Eastern Massachusetts, and stop at a swamp/wetlands along the way.
We got to the Crane Natural Area which features hundreds of dead trees and a variety of birds. We just got out of the vehicles when we heard a Great Crested Flycatcher call from and area of dense foliage. Bill, our leader, got out his recording, played it, and out popped the flycatcher, flying down to a dead tree, giving us all a wonderful look. It hung around, calling and letting us know whose territory it was.
When you have five or ten good birders, it makes you a little better – or at least it does me. We were all seeing a Baltimore Oriole with an active nest, an Eastern Bluebird, and a very cooperative Willow Flycatcher that popped up to a call and posed nicely. We watched a Belted Kingfisher for some time as it dove and returned to perches. It was a great stop with about 20 species seen.
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| About 70 heron nests were at the rookery. |
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| Mama (or Dad) bring home chow to the growing youngsters. |
We watched their parents bring back food and noted that some of the kids sort of stretched out to look bigger (and get fed first.) A couple of green herons and a massive snapping turtle added to the mix. It was a very impressive site and fun to take some time and watch.
On the way back to the vans, we heard a Pileated Woodpecker which teased us for about 20 minutes as we moved and played a recording, and listened. We finally gave up and were leaving as a caravan, when in a flurry of brake lights told us that Bill, in the first car, had seen the bird. We all piled out but it had flown off — but it gave me an insight of the tenacity of some birders.
Going home, the guy driving our van told me , “Nearly everything I know about birding I learned at these Wednesday sessions.” After today, I can see why. Clear teaching from the leaders, mentoring from other experienced birders, and a wonderful array of birds, make for great outings. I liked how they welcomed a newcomer — I’ll be back again. Give it a try if you are in eastern Massachusetts on a Wednesday.
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| I had forgotten what a wonderful vocalist Catbirds can be |
Visiting Maryland in summer is like visiting a tropical island — heat, humidity, dense lush foliage, and bird calls everywhere each morning. I had forgotten what songsters Grey Catbirds and Mockingbirds are and of course, the ubiquitous Northern Cardinals sometimes just take over the whole concert.
I birded with my grandson several mornings (prior post) but later in the week, the weather was just too hot for birders or birds. However, on Saturday, I went out quite early and ended up with a nice mix of species and two new life birds.
Greenbury Point, a 231 acre penisula at the mouth of the Severn River, is part of the U.S. Naval Academy land. Much of it is managed as a wildlife habitat but as you walk the paths and trails, abandoned buildings and the two 600 foot towers remind you that it once was on of the most far reaching radio transmitter complexes in the world. First built in 1918 the station was used to communicate with U.S. forces fighting in WW I. The station was used for all communications with the Atlantic Fleet in WW II, including the submarine fleet.
I was greeted by several Eastern Bluebirds and a House Finch as I parked the car. It was already hot at 6:30 A.M. as I started out and immediately, I heard several bird calls I couldn’t identify. The mix of wild grasses and trees was being crisscrossed by birds and within a few minutes, I saw a flash of yellow and was able to find the bird with my glasses in the heavy foliage. A Yellow-breasted Chat — a bird I’ve been looking for — gave me a couple of decent looks and then vanished. (Later, I saw two more flirting or fighting.)
I was also noticing butterflies as I walked, since it was T-shirt weather and they were flying early. A Viceroy and a beautiful Spicebush Swallowtail distracted me.
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| This Blue Grosbeak is my 291st Life Bird |
As I finished my loop, I decided, even though it was uncomfortably humid by now, to take one more short trail I had missed. A bird, which I thought was a robin, flew in front of me and perched, very unrobin-like, on a stalk in the field. I got my binoculars on it and voila, a Blue Bunting posed for me. What a pretty bird — I was too far away for a good photo but I shot this one. It was a great finish to my birding during this Maryland trip.
Now, off to Massachusetts for a few days where I hope to bird the Parker River refuge again.
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| Looking for birds – sort of |
One of the advantages of growing older is that you have more time to bird — none of the grab a quick session before work or wait until the weekend. For me, another perk is the chance to introduce grandchildren to an activity I waited nearly seventy years to start.
Our Maryland grandson Dane has taken a real interest in nature and is fast becoming a birder. Last fall, when we visited I brought my scope and we went out to the Severn River and looked a ducks and gulls. He seemed interested but I didn’t push it at all — so it was a pleasant surprise this trip when his folks told me that he wanted to go birding.
So, the first morning we packed up and took along his younger sister and my spouse, Mary and had a delightful outing back at Greenbury Point, part of the U.S. Naval Academy. We walked a short trail (Maeve got bored rather quickly) and saw about a dozen birds. Dane learned how to identify Turkey Vultures and Northern Mockingbirds and was first to see a Great Blue Heron cruising by.
We dropped Maeve and Mary at a nearby playground and went back to the river for a little more birding. Ospreys were everywhere and we saw about a dozen including some active nests.
Returning before it got sweltering, we had 18 species. Dane was psyched, as was I.
That evening, his Dad got him set up with an eBird account and the next day I showed him how to enter the data. We birded again, picked up another 10 new ones, and he came home and entered them.
So, I have a nearly 10 year-old grandson who is ranked 87th in his county and seems, at least for now, hooked on birding. We are already talking about the possibilities when he vacations this summer in New York state and then comes to visit us in Vermont. Young eyes, enthusiasm, and a nearly blank bird list makes Dane a wonderful birding companion.