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Charlotte/Philip’s Leap Of Faith
Peregrine Falcon fledgling, first morning, July 07, 2016. Photo by John Harrison.
MOOD INDIGO….The Warblerpalooza
To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring – these are some of the rewards of the simple life. John Burroughs
OMG….OMG….That email acronym best describes spring migration of 2016. It was off-the-charts spectacular. Last time, I discussed our good fortune at the Arlington Reservoir in late April, which was a prelude to the big show in May. Historically the mid weekend of May is the peak weekend of spring migration. It was right on time this year. Mount Auburn Cemetery was awash with migrants. Every year a particular tree or part of the cemetery is the hot spot. Last year on Cedar Ave at the cemetery there was a surfeit of Cape May Warblers, that migration super star of which in past years we would be lucky to catch even a glimpse. This year the star tree was a flowering crab apple near Bigelow Chapel. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, May 9, 10 and 11, (after the week prior of rainy day after rainy day) this tree hosted around 15 species. The biggest surprise of the three days was two – or maybe even three – Indigo Buntings that were in and out of the tree at regular intervals on all three days. It was this season’s rock star migrant. Indigo Buntings, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photos by John Harrison
Black-throated Green Warbler, Plum Island. Photo by John Harrison
Black-throated Blue Warbler, Plum Island. Photo by John Harrison
Chestnut-sided Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery..Photo by John Harrison.
There were lots of birders and photographers attending that tree for all of those three days. It was thrilling. To be able to watch and photograph the Indigo Bunting, a bird I’ve seen only twice – and for only a moment – in the past 16 years was more than I could have asked for. In addition to the Bunting, the other elites joined the party….We saw Black-throated Greens, Black-throated Blues, the Chestnut-sided, the Yellow, the Nashville, the Blue-winged the Magnolia, the Cape May, the Blackburnian, the Northern Parula, the Prairie, the Wilson’s, Redstarts, a few vireo species and more. American Redstart, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison
Nashville Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison
Blue-headed Vireo, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison
Yellow-throated Vireo, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison
Prairie Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison.
Wilson’s Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison
Blackburnian Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison.
Bay-breasted Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison.
Cape May Warbler, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison.
Northern Waterthrush, Mount Auburn Cemetery. Photo by John Harrison.
These species and others were spotted at other parts of the cemetery too, but to watch them flit in and out of one tree – for three days – was, well, a warblerpalooza. On Thursday, May 12th, I was at the cemetery at 6:30am and watched the tree for an hour. It was as if a light switch had been turned off. The birds that had been enjoying the tree for the past three days had packed their bags and headed north on the next leg of their journey. Spring migration is a quicksilver thing. The birds are here one day and gone the next. The small time window of opportunity requires that you be there as many days as possible.
Of course every May we trek to Plum Island a few times. Spring migration there is usually awesome, too. And this year was perhaps the best. On Saturday, May 14th, photographer Kim Nagy and I had the most intense, exciting few hours of birding imaginable. Our destination was Hellcat Trail but when we got to the famous S-curve and saw all of the cars parked along the road and the people with cameras and binoculars aimed into the trees, we knew we had found the hot spot. The next few hours were frantic. It was hard keeping up with the birds. There were many species and they were all around us. Most exciting were the three male and one female Scarlet Tanagers that worked several trees giving us ample opportunity to photograph them, often very close. It was a rare opportunity with this striking species.
Scarlet Tanager, male, Plum Island. Photo by John Harrison
Scarlet Tanager, female. Plum Island. Photo by Mimi Bix-Hylan.
When the S-curve explosion of birds slowed down, we did get to Hellcat Trail but there wasn’t much activity. That day it was all S-curve all of the time. And in the days after, we visited Plum Island again and had more surprises. Photographer Mimi Bix-Hylan had a great Towhee encounter as well as some nice moments with other migrants. Eastern Towhee, Plum Island. Photo by Mimi Bix-Hylan.
Common Yellowthroat, Plum Island. Photo by Mimi Bix-Hylan.
Northern Parula, Plum Island. Photo by John Harrison
Yellow Warbler singing. Plum Island. Photo by John Harrison
Black and White and Canada Warbler, Plum Island. Photos by John Harrison.
And I finally had my Bobolink encounter, as it perched on top of a small tree at the edge of the maintenance shed parking lot. This species is seen in the meadows in that area often but I have just kept missing it through the years.
Bobolink, Plum Island. Photo by John Harrison
Only a few days before our Plum Island adventure, Kim Nagy spent a day at Magee Marsh in Ohio, considered THE premiere spring migration hot spot in the country. After being there for a day, Kim concurs. Here are some of Kim’s catches that day.
Prothonotary Warbler, Magee Marsh. Photos by Kim Nagy.
Yellow-throated Warbler, Magee Marsh. Photo by Kim Nagy.
Yellow-billed Cuckoo. Magee Marsh. Photo by Kim Nagy.
Just-fledged Great Horned Owlet, Magee Marsh. Photo by Kim Nagy.
Scarlet Tanager, male, Magee Marsh. Photo by Kim Nagy.
Last time it was noted that photographer Jim Renault had discovered a Gray Fox in his back yard. His attention has been riveted since then and he has been photographing the adult foxes and their 5 (five!) kits in his yard. This year’s spring migration season will be especially remembered by Jim. And not only for the great birds……
Gray Foxes. Photos by Jim Renault.
It’s difficult saying good bye to the spectacular warblers after such a great few weeks. But now we will look ahead to the Osprey nest in Lynn and the beavers and minks at Ipswich River Audubon, the Red-tailed Hawk fledglings at Mount Auburn Cemetery, the King Bird, Warbling Vireo and Baltimore and Orchard Oriole nests at the Mystic Lakes and the other summer surprises that await. Below Baltimore Oriole from the Mystic Lakes and, last, the Eastern Kingbird nest at the Mystic Lakes. Photos by John Harrison.
At Her Best In May
The Eagles Have Landed.
Aimed at a distant bird, a flutter of white wings, he may feel – as it spreads out beneath him like a stain of white – that he can never fail to strike. Everything he is has been evolved to link the targeting eye to the striking talon. J. A. Baker The Peregrine
The new year continues to delight. We have been enjoying a pair of Peregrine Falcons in Woburn. Watching them reminds me of the beginning of Superman episodes…’Faster than a speeding bullet….Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound….’ That’s Peregrines!
Peregrine Falcon taking off. Photos by Jim Renault.
Peregrine Falcon taking off. Photo by John Harrison
There’s an adult male and a juvenile female on the sheer rock wall all the time. Occasionally an adult female shows up to check out the male and see if he’s the ‘right guy.’ So far they have all moved on. And the feeling is that the young female that has been hanging around isn’t old enough yet to breed. So this might not be a nest year for these Peregrines, But meanwhile we get to watch them in action, day after day. All things considered, they are very dependable. I often arrive at the site around 7AM. Sometimes one or even both of them are on the rocks in separate places. The young female often perches on last year’s nest site. If they are not present at 7AM we don’t have to wait too long. Very soon one will fly in and soon after the other. And now and then they will take off and fly around for us. Sometimes the adult and juvenile fly around together. Great
Adult and juvenile Peregrines flying together. Photos by John Harrison
photo ops for us. The author of THE PEREGRINE, J. A. Baker, also notes in his book, “Subtle as a harrier, soft-winged as an owl, but flicking along at twice their easy speed, she was as cunning as a fox in her use of camouflage. She clings to the rippling fleece of the earth as the leaping hare cleaves to the wind.” If you are interested in following a Peregrine season this book is a must. Here are a couple of video looks at the Woburn Peregrines. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vrj79Y1rsyI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QOyqoaSEc4
Endings…and Beginnings….
……birdwatching…is the real national pastime, it just isn’t televised. Jonathan Rosen, The Life of the Skies
A while ago we waved goodbye to 2015, quite a good year in our pursuit of wildlife. The year began with our wondrous Snowy Owl, Rocky, at Rye Beach, NH. Snowy Owl Rocky, Rye Beach. Photo by Kim Nagy.
We watched him for all of January until the relentless snow of February kept us from visiting the beach. We don’t know how long Rocky stayed at the beach, as the snow flew for endless weeks, but we were glad of the encounters we did have with that special owl.
In March we had a surprise visit of Bohemian Waxwings, a species not much seen in the area since April of 2008. As magnificent as their cousins the Cedar Waxwings are, the Bohemians take your breath away.
Cedar Waxwing. Photo by John Harrison.
Our views of a couple of these birds was in Waltham on Moody St., behind Biagio’s restaurant.
Adventure in Trinidad
HAPPY NEW YEAR…….
Mr. MacGillivray
The Grand Ole Osprey
Birds are like those castles in the air that Thoreau said we must now put foundations under. This is how birdwatching, which grows out of books but can never be satisfied with books, creates environmentalists. If we don’t shore up the earth, the sky will be empty. Jonathan Rosen, The Life of the Skies
The summer has passed quickly. Every summer has its own flavor and its own surprises. Without a doubt a highlight of this summer has been an Osprey nest in Lynn. Videographer Ernie Sarro informed me of the nest and in early July I followed Ernie there and we sat and watched the Ospreys for hours. I can’t imagine better access to this species than this nest. It’s in a field and the Saugus River winds around the nest close by giving the Ospreys an ample fishing area.
Osprey Nest, Lynn, MA. Photo by John Harrison.
We quickly discovered that there were three chicks in the nest and we would sit and watch as the mother would tend to the chicks and feed them when the father flew in with fish. Often the pair would fly around the nest in circles allowing us sensational opportunities to photograph them as they flew right over our heads, looking down at us as they soared. At times the male Osprey would fly in with a fish and land immediately. Other times it would fly toward the nest with a fish and then fly around with the fish in its talons for a while and then land at the nest. These were all sublime photo ops for us. Every time we visited the nest, which was a couple of times a week, the Ospreys put on shows like that for us. And as we visited, the chicks got bigger and bigger until we knew that they were ready to fledge.
Osprey in flight with fish, Lynn nest. Photo by John Harrison.
Osprey in flight, Lynn nest. Photo by John Harrison.
Summertime, Summertime, Sum-Sum-Summertime
Birds are the life of the skies, and when they fly, they reveal the thoughts of the skies.
Birds, Beasts and Flowers, D. H. Lawrence