Author: Peter T

February 21. 2025 Enerau Conservancy, Narok County, Kenya. You might reasonably call me an escapee from the snows of Canada, but I prefer to view myself as a participant in a project to advance the cause of conservation.  I’m in Kenya’s Maasai Mara and pretty busy helping to restore former farmland to the sort of grassland habitat needed by mammals such as Zebra, Cheetah, Lion and Elephant.  We are making progress; Zebras have already taken the hint and Impalas are getting close. The next most likely early returns are Warthogs, Giraffes and Wildebeests.  Birding is a small part of our work, we’re just gathering baseline information on bird species’ presence, it helps to flag and highlight changes.

We do quite a bit of driving around, observing and counting, and every now and then we pause to enjoy the birds. Yesterday, waiting for our transport to arrive, I spotted movement in the grass and with the photo above was able to identify it as a White-browed Scrub Robin. I guess it’s a lifer for me (most African birds are) but no one else seems particularly impressed. Its almost exhaustively descriptive name caused some discussion, but what I liked about it was the busy way it foraged in the grass and kept cocking and flaring its tail.

Bird of the Day though was this Superb Starling. We of the Northern Hemisphere are so used to starlings as rather drab background birds, that to think of this as a starling seems improbable. But then common names can be rather meaningless when it comes to knowing who’s who. This splendid fellow is not a (European) Starling in the Sturna vulgaris sense but an only distantly related Lamprotornis superbus, something rather different.

Burlington, ON. February 11 2025.   We are, I think, quicker to greet the return of something lost than notice its earlier fading. This is particularly so for those of us who live where winter holds fast, and signs of spring are precious.  This is mid-February, the ground is hard and snow covered and another winter storm is approaching.

Today I noted two signs of spring: One, and the most convincing, was a male Northern Cardinal singing. The range of Northern Cardinals has expanded northward for the last century or so, they were not to be found around here before 1930.  Of all the Canadian provinces, only Ontario can safely be considered as within the cardinal’s  range, but there are increasing sightings of them in Quebec and the Maritime Provinces. It is thought that the primary factors for the species expansion are: warmer climate, lesser snow depth, human encroachment into forested areas, and the proliferation of back yard bird feeders.

But what about to that singing male. All it takes is a discernable increase in daylight length, a day of sunshine and somewhere a male cardinal will stake his claim to an expanse of urban back yards as his territory. All he needs now is a susceptible female, and she was almost certainly nearby and listening.  His song is perhaps best described as a loud assembly of clear pure-toned notes, to me it’s peter peter peter – tew tew tew. He was my Bird of the Day for bringing a hint of the spring to come.

My next sign of spring could well have been more in my imagination that real. It was noticing the growing flush of red-orange in the stems of roadside Red Osier Dogwoods, you know, the ones with long, whippy twigs common along highway ditches and marsh margins. In the height of summer those stems are a deeper burgundy-red though usually overwhelmed by rank vegetation and roadside litter.  They (and many willow species) seem to glow in the sun as winter gives way, it makes it as a herald of spring.

The Northern Cardinal was quite good enough.

Ruthven Park, Cayuga, ON. January 10 2025. It takes some persuading to get me outdoors for long in mid-January. It is a bleak and snow dusted countryside largely empty of birds. If I really put my mind to it, I’m sure I could find some Dark-eyed Juncos, American Tree Sparrows, Blue Jays, American Robins and, with a bit of effort, maybe Short-eared Owls and Rough-legged Hawk.  A task for a day with a bit more light perhaps.

Today I took a friend to see a couple of quirky cemeteries tucked away in the grounds of Ruthven Park, a place that might count as a stately home, a nineteenth century relic anyway. I’m well acquainted with this place, having spent countless spring and fall hours at the bird observatory on its grounds.  So half expecting, I took along my binoculars and camera just in case, I’m glad I did.

My companion had never been to Ruthven so, while he wandered off to explore, I made my way to check the bird feeders. Two surprises there: a large  flock (20-30) of Brown-headed Cowbirds hungrily cleaning up debris cast from the feeder above and a couple of Tufted Titmouses.

The Brown-headed Cowbirds, North America’s most familiar nest parasite, really were a pleasant surprise. They get a bad rap for being a colourless blackish grey brown; for being largely tuneless; and for their brood-parasite free-love culture. I prefer to view them as another bird of summer albeit an extraordinarily interesting one.  They arrive mostly unnoticed in mid spring, hang around idly through the breeding season and gather in late fall flocks who depart by December. Challenged by today’s off-season encounter I did a bit of checking and found a few other mid-winter local records. It seems we are on the fuzzy northern edge of their winter range so I don’t suppose my sighting will rock the bird record-keeping world, but I was taken aback – and wowed enough to call them my Birds of the Day.

A Tufted Titmouse can’t help being endearing.  Even if it were the blood-thirstiest villain in the avian world, its wide-eyed, who-me? demeanor says otherwise, they make you want to love them. Today’s pair (I think there were two) seemed nervous, in view one second and gone the next so getting long looks and a photograph was difficult.  The species is a year-round resident at Ruthven but is a bit of an outlier, like the cowbird, we are just at the fuzzy northern edge of its range and no doubt that elusiveness adds to the intrigue.

RBG Arboretum, Hamilton. ON.  December 21, 2024. I grew up not far from Stonehenge.  They were simpler times and those stones were a reminder of prehistoric Britain and were said to have had something to do with priest figures called druids. If, back then, Stonehenge drew crowds of winter or summer solstice worshipers they were decidedly low-key events.

The Winter Solstice today is a noteworthy event and has become quite special in the calendar of my birder friends and me.  We mark it by doing a Winter Solstice Transect around each of our four transect routes. I dressed defensively this morning because temperatures had dropped sharply overnight and a thin blanket of snow had arrived.  I took about 90 minutes to walk around a lakeside transect route, 90 minutes, 220 birds, and17 species; none of them out of the ordinary but all special in their own way.

By far the most numerous were European Starlings, 120 of them  in large unsettled flocks, moving, splitting and regrouping. Thirty or 40 American Robins intermingled with a large handful of Cedar Waxwings foraging for leftover berries of fall. There were Dark–eyed Juncos and American Tree Sparrows scratching for seeds along the trailsides and a few Black–capped Chickadees keeping an eye on everyone.

My Bird of the Day was a solitary Red–tailed Hawk perched high above everyone and everything, just watching. Bathed in shortest-day-of-the-year sunshine it glowed white and was enough to make me think wow!   (Not the one above – but very much like it.)  Happy Christmas.

RBG Hendrie Valley, Burlington. ON.  November 7, 2024. With our fall transects complete, I walked the valley today hoping to sustain some sort of birding momentum. But it was slim pickings, we had seen the best of it and watched it drain away.

This Eastern Screech Owl should have satisfied me but we see it there half the time, so really not a surprise. We usually admire this same grey individual and have for several years, at least we assume it’s the same bird. We might go on making that assumption were it not for the fact that every now and then, a rufous look-alike takes its place. Like people, this species comes in different colours so no big mystery there but what it tells us is that at least two birds share the same roost.  But on what terms? Are they siblings, a bonded pair, one at a time, or squeezing in together?   With those questions unanswered I have to conceded that just seeing it is pretty special, although not the sort of special I was looking for today.

I had a non-birder companion with me, Rod. He’s not a muddy hiking boots type but he showed polite interest when I pointed out a few birds: White–throated Sparrow (2 or 3) , Dark–eyed Junco (1), Cedar Waxwings  (16) and a Wood Duck, his were grunted acknowledgements mostly;  until I pointed out this Great Blue Heron. It stopped him dead in his tracks.

With a little instruction he had my binoculars onto the bird and… Wow!  Rod is a very skilled watercolour artist and was quick to explain his proposed choice of paint colour, Paynes Gray, and how the fallen-leaves-on-water background was perfect. I’d never looked at it that way, Our Bird of the Day.

It always seems to catch me off guard just how empty the place becomes in November. There’s a pause after the birds of summer have gone and before the birds of winter move in.  They may be out there, not yet pressed for food or shelter, but when winter closes in they’ll find both in this steep-sided valley of woods and wetland.