Fighting Brown-headed Cowbirds

A real street brawl.  While looking for the fledged baby robins (see previous post), I was distracted by this squabble at the curbside on my street.  It all looked pretty dramatic to me.  Over the wind you can hear the birds' vocalizations.  The video starts out a little fuzzy, but quickly becomes clear.

Clearly one bird seemed to be dominating.  Good thing the school bus came by to break the whole thing up.

Incidentally, this is my 200th blog post since starting Into the Woods and Elsewhere on 09/30/2008.  I remember that back then I was inspired by other birding bloggers, especially Julie Craves and Jerry Jourdan.  I had no idea then the form my blog would take; I just knew that I wanted to try it.  Since then all Google bloggers have had to go through so many transitions Google has instituted to financialize their users. We all pay now (and it seems likely that this will also happen with YouTube users.)  Recently, it's been a challenge to add photos to my Picasa albums as, to me, Google has sacrificed functionality for competing with Facebook with their photo site.  I was just forced to update my YouTube channel for the same reasons.  

I still cannot quite describe my blog other than being a platform for my photos and narrative of field and travel birding trip memories.   In any event, overall I have enjoyed my blogging experience.  I hope my readers have, too.

Baby robins fledge

In the past several days since I've been laid up, I've been following a baby robin drama in a tree in my neighbor's back yard directly behind mine.  Two baby robins have been exercising their wings and begging from a sturdy nest built at the end of a needleless conifer bough.  Both parents fly in and out to take turns feeding at which point the nestlings excited squeaks can be heard.  Over the nest a bough full of needles offers some protection from above.

This morning the nestlings became fledglings - well sort of.  One is perched just inches to the right of the left of the nest and the other is perched on the edge of the nest.

A couple of nights ago I worried that the strong winds and thunderstorms that were predicted, but never materialized, would toss them from the nest.  

Early this afternoon the ventured over and further from their nest. Strong winds, but no rain yet, have been going on all afternoon. 

The next step for them is to figure out how to flutter down from their tree limb for a soft landing.  I went out again later in the afternoon and neither fledgling is on the limb.  The sharp clucks of one of the adult birds can be heard, but I did not locate the babies.  Fortunately, in my neighbors' yard, as in my yard, there are plenty of good hiding places for them.

Handicapped birding

In my blog titled, Sora and non-birding in Georgia, I wrote that I fell on April 20th and injured my left knee.  I didn't know that I had an extensive tear of my quadriceps tendon until an MRI revealed this on May 6th.  Given the potential for bad to get worse with this injury, it was treated as urgent and I had surgery to repair my quadriceps tendon on May 7th. 

After ten days of near total confinement, I had my first post-op visit and got my staples removed on May 17th.  On Thursday, the day before this, my birding friend Rodolfo Palma called to ask me if I wanted to go birding by car on Saturday, the 18th.  My first inclination was that I had better not but I begged for a little more time until after I had seen the surgeon.  The surgeon gave me some exercises to do but mentioned very little in the way of restrictions.  With this I called Rodolfo and said, "let's go birding!"  

As we had already done twice in April, Rodolfo selected Magee Marsh for this outing.  The Yellow Warbler above perched and sang for this photo-op on the drive in. 

Shortly thereafter this Willow Flycatcher, above and below, did the same.  

Upon arriving at the boardwalk we set out lawn chairs to bird the edges of the woods near the parking lot.  This lasted for a second; with my crutches I wanted to go on the boardwalk before it became too crowded.  

The back end of this House Wren was photographed along the approach of the lookout tower.  I did not attempt to ascend the stairs to the crowded platform where a Blackpoll and a Northern Parula were singing at the edge of the trees.  I tried for photos of the Northern Parula from the approach, but failed.

We continued to see warblers especially, but others too, and comments of good birds just missed were passed along while the board walk steadily became more crowded.  Less than halfway along I calculated how much longer I still had to go and thought better of it.  I could feel my knee tiring.   I turned around and headed back to our lawn chairs by the car.

Rodolfo positioned our chairs where we would have good lighting for the Baltimore Orioles coming to the oranges that were put out for them. I haven't looked back all the way to 2008, but these may be the first Baltimore Oriole photos I have posted on my  blog.

Me, with crutches and leg brace, soldiering on for the 2013 spring migration season.  Will likely be the last birding I do this spring, perhaps even all summer.

The orange gives the photos above and below a contrived appearance, but these also happen to be in the category of my best shots for the day. In the photo above, I particularly like the way the oriole is perched on the orange.

On the way out this Black-crowned Night Heron flew in without obstructions in the way.

We sat on the bench at the headquarters for lunch and I found it amusing that this single House Sparrow was carefully guarding his condo amongst all the Purple Martins.

The 18th was the third Saturday of the month when the Ottawa NWR is open for driving.  We drove this to end the day.  We hoped for Red-headed Woodpecker and possibly a rail or a bittern, but alas did not see any.  I can never resist a beautifully perched Eastern Kingbird.  

There were lots of Dunlin in a couple of muddy/wet areas along the drive.  We also saw Semipalmated Sandpiper and Lesser Yellowlegs.

Handicapped birding at its best.  

Sora and non-birding in Georgia

I had big ideas for birding in Georgia this past weekend during a visit to see my sister and her family.  A fall that occurred on Saturday, April 20th because I missed the final step has left me with a worrisome knee injury that is, as yet, undiagnosed.  X-rays taken in the ER shortly after the injury occurred revealed no fractures.  But x-rays will not show all of the parts of the knee.  So, I wait now to see a sports medicine knee specialist on May 6th.

Thank goodness I had no big trip planned for this year.  But, I did and do have plans for lots of local birding that, in addition to this Georgia trip, includes Point Pelee and Tawas Point.       

I wasn't planning to allow my knee to disrupt birding on this trip either but on the first evening of my arrival, I was "walking" (actually my gait is a stiff-legged limp) on uneven terrain to enter a large woods when I miscalculated a step, my knee buckled and I landed on my backside with what felt like a re-injured knee.  Over the weekend, it recovered back to baseline, but that incident pretty much put the kibosh on any further attempt at real birding.

  

The focus of my Georgia trip was to be a visit to Sandy Creek Nature Center near Athens, Georgia to actually see Swainson's Warbler.  I visited there in 2011 and had good luck hearing the bird, but never did see one.

The one birding exception was a visit to a very nice local park that has all kinds of beautiful habitat.  Earlier in the day I had purchased a $12 cane in a resale shop we visited.  Curiously the cane was exactly the right length and though it looks like it was in use during the civil war, I had to buy it.  Using it to walk feels like my knee is more stable and I feel safer.  I was so pleased to see this cooperative Sora - not a bird I see everyday.  

Shortly after the Sora slipped into the grass, this solitary Wood Duck floated by.  I took this terrible photo to show my family just how ornate this duck is.

C'est la vie.

Magee Marsh in mid-April

Rodolfo Palma and I braved the bleak weather report for Saturday, 4/13/2013 to travel to Magee Marsh for some mid-April birding.  Our weather during the prior week had also been terrible so it seemed silly to let a little weather deter us.  We also went to Magee Marsh on the previous Saturday, April 7th, (check out our eBird list) and while the weather was slightly better, the birding was quite slow.

The bleakness of the weather did not disappoint, intermittent showers were occasionally heavy with low, grey skies all day, but we still got some terrific birding in.  Though waterfowl diversity was greatly reduced and species count was still somewhat low, the numbers of birds was high.  We lost count of Hermit Thrushes, Fox Sparrows, Eastern Phoebes and Robins.  Ebird checklist is here.  Perhaps the bad weather of the prior week accounts for the absence of some earlier arriving migrants like Black and White warbler, for example.  

For those acquainted with birding at Magee Marsh, there is usually little narrative to go with the birding.  For this blog narrative I offer my photo highlights of the day.

Pied-billed Grebe (Podilymbus podiceps)

Pied-billed Grebe

Gadwall (Anas strepera)

American Robin (Turdus migratorius)

Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis)

Golden-crowned Kinglet (Regulus satrapa)

Hermit Thrush (Catharus guttatus)

Brown Creeper (Certhia americana)

Canada Goose (Branda canadensis)

Northern Flicker (Colaptes auratus)

Eastern Phoebe (Sayornis phoebe)

Fox Sparrow (Passerella iliaca)

American Robin

Winter Wren (Trogoldytes hiemalis) 

Winter Wren

Winter Wren

A word about the fox sparrow, phoebe and wren photos.  I spent all day trying to get a good photo of phoebe and fox sparrow.  The best I could come up are here.  With the phoebe, I think the combination of the grey day and the birds high activity levels conspired against me.  The bird is basically the same color as the day.  With all the fox sparrows of the day I thought I should have been able to get at least one unobstructed photo. No such luck.

I have included my three best winter wren photos here.  These were the only keepers from approximately twelve attempted of this bird.  I have been trying for a long time to get a good photo of this bird.  My point and shoot camera is just not fast enough for this active little bird.  I came close this time - but not close enough.  When I read Jerry Jourdan's blog post from today, I was reminded that I am still waiting to take a good photo of a creeper too.

American Woodcock rescue

Every so often an opportunity presents for doing something good.  I had such a chance today.  

Early this morning I was at work at my very urban hospital and in a patient's room.  I was just mentioning to him why his room was one of my favorites because the windows looked out into a grassy courtyard of sorts.  This morning I noticed that the landscaping crew was working to clear out the flower beds.  Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something fly but it disappeared behind a conifer tree.  What was that? It was not normal flight.  I continued to watch and it flew again - this time around the corner of the building and out of site to the front of the hospital.  The second time I got a good enough look to make an identification.  "A woodcock" I said to my patient, "I'll be right back." 

I walked to the front of the hospital where I saw it fly.  Along the base of the building were four window wells.  In the last window well was the woodcock tucked away into the corner.  The black box is, apparently, a rat trap though I haven't verified this.     

Above is a cropped view of the bird tucked safely into the corner atop some blown leaves.  I made a couple more visits to check on the bird throughout the day.  I considered that the bird might have been able to fly out, but there was something about the depth and the shape of the space that made me think it could have trouble.  Then, even if it was able to get out, it would still not be in a good place.  I finished out my day and returned with a packing box a colleague gave me.

It took me time to figure out how to get down into the well but I did.  The bird fluttered against the window and in doing this it confirmed my concern that it was likely it would not have been able to fly out on its own.  

I took the woodcock to a woods with meadow and lake near my house.  

I opened the box and it didn't move.  However, when I tried to scoop it up in my hands it needed no additional encouragement to fly out of the box and to the ground.  It was clearly in familiar territory now as it scuttled into the undergrowth so quickly that I was unable to get a photo.  Ten seconds later it was out of sight.

The woodcock left a few feathers and a dollop of poop behind in its temporary shelter.  A nice ending to a little unexpected birding for the day. 

All photos were taken with my iPhone 5.

Winter birding at Belle Isle

The first two photos were taken in my backyard.  When the snow came last weekend I finally put up a feeder which the birds - and squirrels - have now discovered,

It was such a beautiful morning and the action around my backyard feeder encouraged me to get out to Belle Isle for the first time this winter.

It was beautiful, but the woodland trail had essentially no little birds.   This black phase gray squirrel reminded me of a mink with it's shimmering coat and long stretch along the tree trunk. 

  

In the absence of any birds, I found this oriole nest - probably from last spring - which I had never noticed before.  The nest was hanging over the creek and in the spring and summer it had probably been at least partially obstructed by the tree's leaves.

At the end of the fishing pier near the coast guard station on the south side of the island a pair of Canvasbacks floated placcidly.  

Despite my best efforts to sneak up on the sleeping pair, I could not be quiet enough on the crunchy snow of the pier.  My footsteps overhead woke the birds up and they began to swim away quickly.

My last stop was on the north side of the island near the beach where the mallards congregate for bread handouts.  Curiously, the female scaup above and the female bufflehead below were amongst the usual mallards and Canada geese seen loafing in this area.

Stranger in the group.

A couple of American Black Ducks were among the congregants in this area.

The weight of these two Canada Geese walking across the ice made the sound of thin ice cracking.

The red bridge over the creek to enter the nature trail.