Author: Peter T

June 8 2012.  “So what was your Bird of the Day today?” My companion asked as we drove home.  Hmmmm. Well, I kind of liked the female Wood Duck with her two babes, but the Savannah Sparrow was really unusual and showed no fear of us, and the two sparring Spotted Sandpipers were quite a spectacle; and then there was a surprising Purple Finch on the tip of a tamarack.  Hard to decide.

We’d had a long day in the field, most of the morning was spent helping a university student with a project involving bird populations.  It was there that we saw the female Wood Duck. We were watching over a pond when first, a female Mallard with about eight well-grown youngsters erupted out of hiding, quacking and paddling furiously away from the edge of the pond, and then a Wood Duck and two ducklings followed squealing and panicked.  I caught a momentary glimpse of a Red Fox following along the bank; presumably it had tried an ambush.  Female Wood Ducks have eye make-up to rival Cleopatra, long sweeping teardrop lines emphasize their doe-eyes. From this human male’s point of view they are very cute but just a bit too precious at times.

In the afternoon we were exploring an abandoned water-filled quarry and sat for a while to enjoy the sounds and coolness of a fresh water spring.  As we sat quietly, about fifty meters away two Spotted Sandpipers started an elaborate and energetic face to face display.  Spotted Sandpipers are pretty diminutive birds but in an effort to look bigger both raised themselves on tiptoe, puffed up their shoulders and flashed their underwings.  Sometimes it seemed to be a display of aggression and at other times maybe courtship, but the eventual arrival of a third bird into the mix convinced us that we’d been watching two males sparring over one female; and all that goes along with that.  Watching the display reminded me of a similar confrontation I’d seen last year between two male Pectoral Sandpipers, I could never figure out what that scrap was all about since the birds had left their Arctic breeding grounds and were well on their way south; perhaps their ‘she’s mine’ hormones were still at work.

I think though that the Bird of the Day was the Savannah Sparrow that was cooling its feet and drinking in the nearby fresh water spring. It seemed an odd place for a Savannah Sparrow, we usually associate them with the margins of dry field where they perch atop a post or scrubby branch and sing their appropriately dry song: “Tsit Tsit Tsit Tsit Tsit-Seeeeeeeeee -zah.”  This photo shows quite clearly the bold yellow area that runs from the beak back and over the eyes; without that it might easily be taken for a Song Sparrow.

June 7 2012. This Bird of the Day Northern Waterthrushwas anxiously patrolling its nest site as I made my way through a rich hardwood forest this morning.  It was carrying a succulent morsel for its nestlings and my presence was clearly unwelcome.  I stopped for a minute as it flitted around from branches to ground and back up. In that time I managed to get this shot, but it was quite tricky in the low dappled light and with the bird moving around so quickly.

I spent 2 or 3 hours of the early morning, as stand in for another birder, conducting a survey of forest birds.  He is out of the country for a while, but for nearly twenty-five years has maintained the same string of 5 survey stations; it would be a pity to let it drop now, so I agreed to take on this year’s survey effort. These and many other sites are monitored annually under a province-wide initiative called the Forest Bird Monitoring Programme (FBMP).  Under FBMP fixed sites are visited twice every year in the late spring and early summer, and at each visit the observer records all birds seen and heard within a one hundred meter radius.  The sampling is done by point counts whereby the observer remains at the fixed station to record his/her observations over a period of ten minutes.  Most of the identification is only possible by identifying songs and calls; few birds let themselves be seen.

This particular mature forest has lots of standing water, a good mix of hardwood trees and plenty of understory saplings and shrubs.  It was quite brisk when I started at 7a.m; but had the weather had been warm the mosquito hordes would have been a nuisance. This damp, cool, early June freshness made the walk pleasant, if rigorous, and the forest was full of assertive territorial songs; there was plenty to hear and enjoy.

I stopped at Station A and set a timer for ten minutes, in that time I heard fourteen different and distinguishable birds (seven species) either singing or calling.  My notes for that station included Eastern Wood Peewees, American Robins, Northern Waterthrushes and Great-crested Flycatchers; all of them singing or calling.  The species mix contained many of the same at each of the 5 stations and the morning also included Chestnut-sided Warblers, Scarlet Tanagers, Veerys, Red-eyed Vireos, Ovenbird, Blue-winged Warbler and Wood Thrush. Twenty species in all.

I’ll be repeating the process again later this month.  Things will have changed, there will likely be a lot more activity from parent birds feeding fledglings, and it will be interesting to compare which species were evident today but not next time, and vice versa. Collecting, compiling and analyzing the data builds a greater picture of trends in bird populations, and therein the purpose of the FBMP.

June 5 2012.  I am taking part in a bit of Citizen Science, doing Marsh Monitoring. As a Marsh Monitor I am one of thousands collecting data on the abundance of amphibians and birds in marshes around the Great Lakes.  Last night my wife and I were doing a final abundance count of frogs in a nice compact cattail marsh not far from home.  The count had to be done at least half an hour after sunset, so that put us on station around 9.30.  It was a warmish and still evening with no mosquitoes; all you could ask for really when it comes to hanging around squishy wet areas.

In the middle of my second count, with the light so weak I could hardly see the page to make my notes, I spotted an oblong shape in the top of a dead Elm; something new. I pointed to it and said to my time-keeping wife: What’s that?”  Before she could get the binoculars up to her eyes a Great Horned Owl swept down and did a fast silent arc low over the marsh.  A scurry of anxious plopping noises confirmed that the frogs knew all about the dangers of an owl.  And then it was gone, invisible against the dark trees ringing the marsh.

A few minutes later as we packed up to leave, my wife said: “I wish we could get one more look.”  And with that it swept past us.  A low, dark and round-winged shape; then gone again.

June 4 2012.  If May is for migration, June is for nesting. And for me it’s time to get exploring new areas, or even re-visiting familiar country; there’s always something new and surprising.  Today I revisited the stretch of countryside I discovered just a week or so ago, a longish walk that starts high and flanked by hay fields and ends deep in a dense, swampy woods.  I took a group of birders along with me and promised them Bobolinks, Eastern Meadowlarks, Savannah Sparrows, Northern Waterthrushes, Canada Warblers and Veerys.  We got them all.  Only the waterthrushes remained elusive and unseen, but they were singing loudly all around us. My Bird of the Day, because it was unexpected, was a Black and White Warbler.  We heard one mid way through our walk, but the Black & White’s squeaky wheel song: a very high pitched “Seee-seee-seee-seee” is one of those tiny “I think I can hear” songs, and we couldn’t locate the bird..

However a little later I briefly left the path to investigate a possible Green Heron and found myself face to face with a Black and White Warbler anxiously flitting around on the lower branches of an Eastern White Cedar.  It was quite possibly my closest ever encounter, brief but still conclusive.  Here’s a picture of a Black and White Warbler photographed earlier this year (at some neck craning discomfort) from below.

June 3 2012.  A big rotating system of stormy wet weather has moved slowly through, blessing us with a lot of much needed rain.  Now three days later, the skies remain ragged and uncertain, and every now and then we get a squall of hard driven rain.  I don’t think anyone’s complaining very much though.

In this uncertain weather I went out on a group hike to see what we could find in a nearby landscape of hills, woods and swamps. As it turned out the rain held off, except for a couple of short lived bursts, but the wind made things noisy so birding by ear was tough.

Over the first half of the morning we enjoyed hearing and seeing several Veerys, Cedar Waxwings and Eastern Kingbirds.  We briefly heard the abrupt “Free-be-O” of an Alder Flycatcher and picked up the faint song of a Black and White Warbler.  On a walk through dense wet woodland we had an opportunity to study a Northern Waterthrush singing its splattery “Twit twit twit- sweet sweet sweet -tew tew tew.” song.  A couple of singing Canada Warblers eventually showed themselves but my attempts at photographs were frustratingly out of focus.

Later as we drove to our final destination, we came upon a family of American Woodcocks venturing to cross the road in front of us. We stopped the car of course but they didn’t stay around for very long.  It was a one of the most curious bird sightings I’ve had this year (and Birds of the Day without question).  Woodcocks are shy, retiring, cryptically coloured birds of woodlands and woodland margins.  You rarely see them except perhaps in early spring (I blogged about their courtship displays in mid April) and thereafter sightings usually come about if you startle them by stepping on them.  But here was this family, 2 adults and 3 youngsters, stepping out onto the roadway.  They are wonderful birds with their round bodies, outlandishly long bills and waddling bouncing gait as if suspended on a rubber string.   I managed to get a couple of not very special photographs through the car windshield. I’ll post better ones if someone else has them.

That interlude left us wondering what our next planned stop could possibly deliver that could be better than the woodcocks, but we were soon well rewarded by studying at length a singing Grasshopper Sparrow.  It stayed obligingly close giving us the chance to get to know it much better, a great opportunity as they are difficult birds to find with any regularity. As the sky darkened we rounded out the day by re-finding the Prairie Warbler I’d visited last week and catching a glimpse of a Blue-winged Warbler.