Cranberry Bogs 6/21--Yellow-breasted Chat

Unexpected rarity, unexpected year bird.  On summer weekends, I misanthropically try to go to places where there aren't dog walkers, fishermen, beach lollers, children, strollers, hikers, runners...places like the cranberry bogs in South Toms River where only the occasional moron on an ATV or dirt bike can be found (and that's late in the morning since they're lazy bums too), where I can see and hear the birds undisturbed. As I got out of the car, I heard a Blue Grosbeak singing, so I had the notion it might be a good morning. When I got over the hill, I could hear it singing loud and I determined that I wanted to track it down. It took about 5 minutes, and I had to descend into the borrow pit, but I eventually found it atop a pine tree. 

Then, as I usually do, I walked over to the site where buildings stood until a year ago when they were torn down. It was a cacophony of bird song--House Wren, cardinal, Blue Jay, Pine Warbler, Prairie Warbler, Mourning Doves cooing, but in that mélange of sound I heard a discordant "Blatt, blatt, blatt!" I opened up Merlin to check if I was hearing right, but I didn't really need to, because those noises were followed by more churrs, chips, and shrieks, and Merlin "confirmed" that there was a Yellow-breasted Chat in the vicinity. Chats are notorious skulkers. Usually, you're satisfied if you hear one and perhaps catch a glimpse of it buried deep in a bush. I didn't have much hope for locating it, but I did have the recording for proof. Still, I looked around in the low foliage and didn't find it. Looking up, though, in a dead tree, there it was, against type, calling (you can't really say "singing") from a branch. Amazingly, it stayed in one place so I could take photographs. More astounding, it stayed in one place long enough for me to walk around to the other side of the tree to get it at a better angle. 

Finding this bird made disproportionately happy in relation to its rarity. I remember many walks around the FAA Beacon field at Assunpink trying to track one down. It has usually been a bird I go searching for, stopping along the road at the upland portion of Brig to hear one, or walking through the Sandy Restoration site at Double Trouble where they have been off and on. To stumble upon one...that's a gift from the birding gods. 

I continued out to the bogs and then, following the trail that runs along the large reservoir, out to the power line cut. There I came across a guy walking with a three-pronged stick. I had no idea what he was doing. He haled me and said we'd met before, asking me how the birds were. I asked him what he was doing, and when he told me a herpetological survey, I recognized him as a guy I hadn't seen in years. And his three-pronged stick made sense. We talked about some people we knew in common and I told him what reptiles and amphibians I'd seen (painted turtle, snapping turtle, Fowler's toad,) and we went back to our surveys. I'd walked 2 1/2 miles out there before I saw another person. As we were parting, he told me to enjoy every day. It seemed like good advice. It seemed like a blessing. 

My Cranberry Bogs day list:

36 species
Wood Duck  5     Bogs + drake on large reservoir. 4 in Basic plumage
Mourning Dove  9
Green Heron  1     Bogs
Great Egret  6
Northern Flicker  1
Eastern Wood-Pewee  4
Eastern Phoebe  1
Great Crested Flycatcher  1
Eastern Kingbird  2
Blue Jay  2
American Crow  1
Carolina Chickadee  5
Tree Swallow  8
White-breasted Nuthatch  1
Northern House Wren  2
Gray Catbird  2
Brown Thrasher  1
American Robin  4
Cedar Waxwing  1
House Finch  6
American Goldfinch  2
Chipping Sparrow  1
Field Sparrow  3
Eastern Towhee  3
Yellow-breasted Chat  1     
Orchard Oriole  2
Baltimore Oriole  1     Heard
Red-winged Blackbird  50
Brown-headed Cowbird  2
Common Grackle  5
Black-and-white Warbler  1
Common Yellowthroat  5
Pine Warbler  2
Prairie Warbler  5
Northern Cardinal  2
Blue Grosbeak  1

Barnegat Lighthouse SP 6/18--Roseate Tern

Roseate Tern

The weather didn't look promising this morning, but I'd already decided to go to Barnegat Lighthouse SP where some interesting terns have been reported the last few days. The park can be a little difficult to bird once it has been cordoned off for the nesting birds (skimmers, oystercatchers, Piping Plovers, Least Terns) because the pool beyond the strings is only visible through breaks in the dunes. Walking the narrow corridor between the jetty and dunes I did see the Piping Plovers scurrying around and the oystercatchers running along the beach, but the pool itself didn't seem to hold much beyond gulls. 

Brants

I did find a rarity though--2 summering Brants were loafing near the jetty. As someone who doesn't like to travel, my sympathy was with them. I can just imagine one saying to the other, "Do you really want to fly all the way up to the Arctic, stay a few weeks, and then come all the way back here? For what? The hell with propagating our genes, let's stay here and eat eelgrass." 

Meanwhile, the air was getting milkier as I got closer to the ocean. I'd already given up on finding the rare terns and was just hoping that I'd see a pelican before the air got too tense. Using my scope, I could barely make out a big flock of Black Scoters beyond the old 8th Street jetty--a few Black Scoters in summer is not unusual, but this big a flock broke, around 25, broke the eBird filter. Turning around, I saw some gulls sitting on the beach and just beyond them the first stationary terns of the day--lots had been flying around, including some aggressive Least Terns. Turning my scope to them I immediately saw the tern I'd come for--a Roseate Tern with 6 or 7 Common Terns and a couple of Least Terns. Roseate Tern is a hard bird for me to find--this is only my third sighting. I've probably overlooked them lots of times, since they're so similar to Common Terns--their roseate blush is subtle to say the least. In my photos I can see a hint of it, but through the scope it didn't show. What alerted me to the possibility was an unfamiliar tern call. I played the call and thought that it might match what I'd heard from a bird flying overhead, but I certainly wasn't about to list a bird on that basis. There have been as many as 7 Roseate Terns reported there the last couple of days, and in the now dense fog, I thought I might have seen a second, but I dast not approach any closer, less I flush them. As it was, after a few minutes and a few photos through the scrim, they flew off toward the ocean. Which I could no longer see. Nor could I see the jetty from where I stood, nor could I see more than about 50 feet south of me. I looked at my scope and just laughed. 

Black Skimmer

Fortunately, as I walked away from the water, visibility improved. I never did see a pelican but logged 39 species in the gloaming. 

Brant  2     
Mallard  2
Black Scoter  25     
Mourning Dove  3
American Oystercatcher  7
Piping Plover  5
Willet  3
Semipalmated Sandpiper  1     Stringed off area
Laughing Gull  30
American Herring Gull  25
Great Black-backed Gull  10
Black Skimmer  2
Least Tern  7
Common Tern  25
Roseate Tern  1     
Double-crested Cormorant  11
Glossy Ibis  1
Black-crowned Night Heron  1
Snowy Egret  1
Osprey  1
Willow Flycatcher  1     Heard dunes
Eastern Kingbird  1
White-eyed Vireo  1     Heard parking lot
Fish Crow  3
Carolina Chickadee  1     Heard parking lot
Barn Swallow  2
Carolina Wren  1
European Starling  1
Northern Mockingbird  1
American Robin  1
House Sparrow  15
House Finch  4
Song Sparrow  5
Eastern Towhee  1
Red-winged Blackbird  10
Boat-tailed Grackle  4
Common Yellowthroat  2
Yellow Warbler  1
Northern Cardinal  3

Bermuda 6/11-6/13--Black-bellied Whistling-Duck, Common Gallinule, WHITE-TAILED TROPICBIRD, Great Kiskadee

WHITE-TAILED TROPICBIRDS

 Given that

            I hate airports and airplanes

And given that

           Shari wants to go on vacation

We took a cruise to Bermuda that left out of Bayonne. I had a friend whose theory was that anyplace can be interesting for three days, and that's how many days we had on Bermuda. I knew going in that it wasn't a very birdy island--my brother told me that Bermuda has a "depauperate flora and fauna"--but there was one life bird in the offing, and it seemed we were going at the right season to see it. (The endemic Bermuda Petrel [Cahow], of which there are only about 500, is mainly crepuscular and nocturnal and is rarely seen from land.) We did, however, arrange one day of birding with a local guide. 

I was hoping that during the days at sea I might see shearwaters, petrels, and the like, but the two days on the North Atlantic Ocean going out were devoid of any avian activity. It was the longest time since I've been paying attention that I've gone without seeing a bird and quite possibly the longest time since I was an infant. 

There isn't a lot for me to do on a ship--the weather was fine yet windy and chilly so I wasn't inclined to sunbathe or use the pool--but our balcony (the company called it a "verandah") was protected from the wind and there was a certain mesmerizing quality to just sitting there staring at the "wide, wide sea," which was the name of the book I read on the trip, a history of Captain Cook's third and fatal voyage. 

My parents used to take a lot of cruises and now I can see why my father always came back 20 pounds heavier. Food is everywhere and constant ("Anyone for Midnight Pizza?") and looking at my fellow passengers I can see why GLP-1 drugs are such a thing now. I would estimate the avoirdupois of the 3000 paying customers equaled the tonnage of the ship itself.  

On Wednesday morning, as we were entering the old Royal Dockyard, I went up on deck and scanned the sky for birds and the first ones I saw had long streamer tails and just like that I had my life bird, the WHITE-TAILED TROPICBIRD. I texted Shari down in the stateroom and she saw them from a different vantage point. They weren't hard to find. During the three days we were there they were a constant presence overhead anytime you were near water, and since Bermuda is, at its widest point, a mile and a half across, we were always near water.

Great Kiskadee, Spittal Pond

We disembarked and headed directly to the old English fort, hewn from limestone. As we were walking there, we heard call we were familiar with from Texas and Mexico. There on one of the ramparts of the fort was a Great Kiskadee. Kiskadees are not native to the island. They were brought there to control the three types of anoles that were brought to Bermuda, two by accident, one deliberately to control the fruit fly population but then became a pest, like the other two lizards. The kiskadees were successful in their efforts but now have turned their attention to the endemic Bermuda Skink, which they are also successfully eradicating. You'd think that the lesson would be learned. You'd think that, but you'd be wrong.

We stopped into the museum inside the fort and got a general overview of Bermuda's history--it had no indigenous population before it was colonized in 1609 after it was discovered by shipwrecked sailors who thought there was plenty to eat there, if you like Cahows. And now you know why the Bermuda Petrel's population is either the second or third smallest avian population. 

Walking up a ramp we could walk around the top of the walls of the fort and looking down into the crevices between the huge limestone blocks we saw a tropicbird enter a nest. There are, according to a plaque, 20 nests in those walls. Also atop the wall were Killdeer. They were the only shorebird species we were to see there and of course they are shorebirds in name only. What we didn't know about Bermuda is that Red Junglefowl (chickens) run loose everywhere. Unfortunately, unlike Key West where eBird lists them as "provisional" they are not countable in Bermuda. But they are amusing. 

Yellow-crowned Night Heron

That evening we took a ferry across the harbor to Hamilton where there was a street festival going on featuring a troupe of gombeys, traditional Bermuda dancers and drummers. Skulking along the edge of the harbor wall was a Yellow-crowned Night Heron which was not in the least intimidated by the crowds, the noise, or the flashing lights. In fact, when we got back on the boat, the heron was standing on the roof, eating popcorn that was thrown up to it. 

Common Gallinule, Spittal Pond

The next day was our birding day. We met our guide and 9 AM and she took us a 40 minute drive to what is probably the main and best birding spot on the island, Spittal Pond, which is a brackish pond near the ocean on the south side of the island. It encompasses five of the six Bermudian habitats, with only "beach" being absent. In the pond we saw Snowy Egrets, Green Heron, Mallards (another "naturalized" bird) and our first Common Gallinules of the year. Climbing up a rather steep path through the woods we came out to limestone cliffs overlooking the ocean, an area called "the checkerboard" because of the deep, straight horizontal and vertical fissures in the rocks that have been carved by eons of waves washing over them. Here again we were treated to 20 or 25 tropicbirds whizzing by and visiting their nests in the openings between the rocks. They make a screech reminiscent of the Common Tern. 

We drove around to the northern end of the island to the airport where there is a retention pond that reminded Shari of Marshall's Pond in Toms River. It was a little smaller and not full of bottles and effluvia, but the comparison was apt. Here we added American Coot and Great Egret to our Bermuda list. 

Black-bellied Whistling-Duck

Our guide, Lynn, is friendly with the manager of the Port Royal Golf Club, which is one of eight on the island and the only public one. We drove there because for the last week or so a rarity was being seen, on and off. She called her friend after we gave a cursory look and he said he'd take a drive down to let her know. When we got to the parking lot above the 17th hole, he drove up in his golf cart and confirmed that 9 Black-bellied Whistling Ducks were in the pond there. He offered us a ride, which Shari, having climbed up and over rocks and cliffs during the day took him up on, while Lynn & I walked, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. I can't ever remember birding a golf course--they have a reputation for being bird-free zones due to their manicuring and heavy pesticide use, but this golf club seemed to be a bit more natural than others I have seen. The grass in places was scraggly, the grounds were rolling hills, and there were big stands of trees all around. The 17th hole pond, as promised did have the 9 goofy whistling ducks, as well as about 50 Mallards, a chicken, a Yellow-crowned Night-heron, and, the only gull we saw in Bermuda, a Lesser Black-backed Gull, standing on the green. According to Lynn, they don't see very many gulls, the water there being relatively nutrient free, which is why it is so clear, thus nothing for smaller prey to eat, thus nothing for gulls to eat. The ban on fast food franchises also limits the dietary choices of gulls. 

The third day we didn't do any birding, though White-tailed Tropicbirds were a constant. Instead, we took a 5-hour tour of the island, top to bottom. For our little sojourn, we had only 21 species, but a lifer and whistling ducks were certainly worth the trip. 

Species    First Sighting
Black-bellied Whistling-Duck    Port Royal GC #17 Pond
Mallard    Spittal Pond NR
Rock Pigeon    Dockyard
Mourning Dove    Dockyard
Common Gallinule    Spittal Pond NR
American Coot    Airport Pond
Killdeer    Dockyard
Lesser Black-backed Gull    Port Royal GC #17 Pond
WHITE-TAILED TROPICBIRD    Dockyard
Yellow-crowned Night Heron    Front Street, Hamilton 
Snowy Egret    Spittal Pond NR
Green Heron    Spittal Pond NR
Great Egret    Spittal Pond NR
Great Kiskadee    Dockyard
White-eyed Vireo    Spittal Pond NR
American Crow    Spittal Pond NR
Barn Swallow    Spittal Pond NR
European Starling    Dockyard
Gray Catbird    Spittal Pond NR
House Sparrow    Dockyard
Northern Cardinal    Spittal Pond NR

Brig 6/5--Gull-billed Tern

Gull-billed Tern

Perhaps if I paid more attention to the rare bird alerts that pour into my inbox, I would have gone to Brig yesterday and seen the Scissor-tailed Flycatcher that was putting on a show in the field across from Jen's Trail. But I only heard about yesterday when I was walking in Double Trouble and ran into a birder I know who'd gone to see it the previous day. Because today, despite checking the field 5 times, I came up empty. June tends to be a dull month, so I was willing to drive down there for the diversion, and, as it happens, Jen's Trail is my turnaround point when I do my early morning walk there from the Gull Pond, so it was all fitting together, except for the not finding the bird. (And then, of course, when I got home this afternoon, I saw two reports from people who did see the bird today, but both were scope looks of the flycatcher flying along the distant tree line and that didn't seem very satisfactory.) 

After the third check of the field, my attention then turned to finding something, anything, new for the year. There were easily a thousand Semipalmated Sandpipers spread out on the flats and had I patience enough, I'm certain I could have scoped them and picked out a White-rumped Sandpiper or 5, but that resembles work, so I looked for something easier. At Goose Marker 5 there is usually a sandbar that attracts terns and skimmers and today there were a few on it but nothing to add to the year list. I walked over the inlet side and checked out the Ruddy Turnstones and when I went back to the car, gave another look at the sandbar and saw that in the last 2 minutes, a Gull-billed Tern had miraculously risen out of the sand and was posing for me. 

And that was it. I found two more Gull-billed Terns at the northeast corner, where the Common Terns hang out, and nothing new. I check out the Scissor-tail field driving around and then again on my second loop. It was full of birds--Killdeer, Eastern Kingbird, Blue Grosbeak, Indigo Bunting, even a displaying Wild Turkey tom, but not the bird I wanted. It was far out along the tree line and I never thought to scope.

63 species
Canada Goose  75
Mute Swan  2
Mallard  4
Ruddy Duck  21     Exact count GM 6
Wild Turkey  1     
Mourning Dove  4
Clapper Rail  3
Killdeer  2
Semipalmated Plover  1
Short-billed Dowitcher  4
Willet  25
Ruddy Turnstone  15
Least Sandpiper  2
Semipalmated Sandpiper  1000
Laughing Gull  150
American Herring Gull  10
Great Black-backed Gull  4
Black Skimmer  11
Least Tern  8
Gull-billed Tern  3     
Forster's Tern  10
Common Tern  1
Double-crested Cormorant  12
Glossy Ibis  10
Snowy Egret  4
Great Egret  8
Great Blue Heron  3
Osprey  10
Bald Eagle  1
Eastern Wood-Pewee  2
Willow Flycatcher  2
Great Crested Flycatcher  4
Eastern Kingbird  5
White-eyed Vireo  3
American Crow  5
Fish Crow  1
Common Raven  1     Upland. Seen & heard
Carolina Chickadee  2
Tufted Titmouse  1
Tree Swallow  5
Purple Martin  30
Barn Swallow  1
Northern House Wren  2
Marsh Wren  3
Carolina Wren  2
Gray Catbird  12
American Robin  5
House Finch  1
American Goldfinch  2
Chipping Sparrow  3
Field Sparrow  2
Seaside Sparrow  3
Song Sparrow  6
Eastern Towhee  2
Orchard Oriole  1
Red-winged Blackbird  75
Brown-headed Cowbird  1
Ovenbird  1
Common Yellowthroat  7
Yellow Warbler  2
Northern Cardinal  2
Blue Grosbeak  3
Indigo Bunting  5

Wilmington, NC 5/27-5/31--Royal Tern, Anhinga, Brown Pelican, Pileated Woodpecker, Brown-headed Nuthatch, Painted Bunting

Pileated Woodpecker, Snow's Cut Trail

A non-birding trip to visit our friends who recently moved to Wilmington, NC produced six year-birds, only one of which was on a back-of-my-mind wish list. We were only there for three full days; each morning Rick & I would go out to one of the nearby marshes or woods and do a couple hours of walking and birding. Wilmington is on the northern part of a peninsula that tapers down to a little point where the Cape Fear River meets the Atlantic. To the east is the Intracoastal Waterway which runs between the "mainland" and barrier beaches. The habitat looks a lot like New Jersey or, for that matter, any coastal habitat on the east coast. Instead of pitch pines and jack oak, as we have in the Pine Barrens, or loblolly pines in Delaware, they have huge stands of long leaf pines and turkey oaks, but the tree function pretty much the same in attracting birds. 

The first place Rick took me was Fort Fisher SRA--it looked and felt a lot like Island Beach. When we were in Kure Beach, on our way to Fort Fisher, I looked out the front windshield and saw two Brown Pelicans lazily drifting south along the ocean. Since I had deliberately not done any research on what birds I might fight down there since I didn't want to be tormented, I was surprised to see them. Of course, there, they're common and in the three days we saw dozens of them, but the first ones are always sweet. 

When we started our walk on Fort Fisher Basin Trail the first bird we heard was unfamiliar to me. I opened up Merlin and it returned Painted Bunting. I played the song to confirm that that was what we were hearing, and it was, but finding it in the dense foliage was impossible--hard to believe with a red, blue, and green bird but we were able to rectify that later in the day when all four of us went to Airlie Gardens in Wilmington proper. There we again heard Painted Buntings, but it wasn't until Shari spotted one in a bald cypress that we were able to get eyes on one. 

Painted Bunting, Airlie Gardens

The trail took us out to a marsh and an estuary, and it was full of birds--especially Clapper Rails and White Ibises. White Ibises, from what I could glean, are more prevalent there than Glossy Ibis, and from my very limited experience I can confirm that, having seen lots of White Ibis (this morning three of them even flew over as Rick and I were walking the dog) and I only saw one Glossy in the three days of birding. I also heard the familiar, raspy call of the Royal Tern and then found a few hunting the water along with Black Skimmers, egrets, and pelicans. 

Brown-headed Nuthatch, Carolina Beach State Park

The next day Rick & I went to Carolina Beach State Park which features a 3 mile sandy trail through a maritime forest of the aforementioned long leaf pines and turkey oak. It started out very quiet with very few birds of any sort in attendance but after about a mile we started hearing some songs and one of them stopped me in my tracks. It was the unmentioned wish list bird--Brown-headed Nuthatch. I've seen them in Delaware, which is about the northernmost part of their range, but they're hard to track down there usually high up in loblolly pines. Here in one relatively short tree, we had four of them, one with an ant in its mouth, so there must have been a nest nearby. Unfortunately, they were backlit when I photographed them. We heard more as we continued our walk, and I think we finished up with a count of 6 which was probably an undercount. 

On Friday we took a quick walk along a trail that ran along Snow's Cut, which I think is man-made to connect two bodies of water for boating. I heard a rapid, repeating call that I first mistook for a cuckoo and then quickly realized was the long call of a Pileated Woodpecker. It sounded like it was right on top of us--and it was. Rick spotted it in a hole of a dead tree. It was in its nest, popping its head in and out. This was by far the best look I've ever had of a Pileated and the first look for Rick. We also heard another Painted Bunting and spotted it singing atop a dead snag. 

Later in the day the four of us took a walk along the Wilmington Waterfront. Wilmington dates back to colonial times and many of the buildings are still standing. For a lark, we took a one-hour boat tour that ran up and down the Cape Fear River between two bridges (I refrained from humming the Gilligan's Island theme song). I didn't bring my binoculars since it is geeky to be scanning birds while you're supposed to be socializing, but while we were on the river I looked up and saw a bird with a long thin neck flying over. A flying broom. "That ain't no cormorant," I said to myself. When it flew over the starboard side, I could tell it was an Anhinga. I was already composing the rare bird description in my head when I listed it on eBird, only to find that Anhinga is expected in that part of North Carolina. Later, when I told Shari about it, she started looking and found three roosting on a rotting pier in the river. 

Of the six year-birds 4 would have been rare treats in New Jersey. Only the pelican and tern do I expect to see relatively soon. For the 5 days we were in NC I had 65 species, starting with a Wild Turkey on the side of I-40 and ending with a couple of European Starling at a pit stop at Dunkin Donuts in Goldsboro. 

Species            First Sighting
Canada Goose    Carolina Beach Rd
Wild Turkey    I-40 E
Rock Pigeon    Wilmington Riverwalk
Mourning Dove    Wilmington
Clapper Rail    Fort Fisher SRA
American Oystercatcher    Fort Fisher SRA
Black-bellied Plover    Fort Fisher SRA
Willet    Fort Fisher SRA
Ruddy Turnstone    Fort Fisher SRA
Laughing Gull    Fort Fisher SRA
Black Skimmer    Fort Fisher SRA
Least Tern    Airlie Gardens
Forster's Tern    Fort Fisher SRA
Royal Tern    Fort Fisher SRA
Anhinga    Cape Fear River
Double-crested Cormorant    Fort Fisher SRA
White Ibis    Fort Fisher SRA
Glossy Ibis    Carolina Beach State Park
Black-crowned Night Heron    Fort Fisher SRA
Little Blue Heron    Carolina Beach State Park
Tricolored Heron    Carolina Beach State Park
Snowy Egret    Cape Fear River
Green Heron    Airlie Gardens
Great Egret    Fort Fisher SRA
Great Blue Heron    Fort Fisher SRA
Brown Pelican    Kure Beach
Black Vulture    Capeside Dr
Turkey Vulture    Airlie Gardens
Osprey    Fort Fisher SRA
Red-shouldered Hawk    Carolina Beach State Park
Red-bellied Woodpecker    Carolina Beach State Park
Pileated Woodpecker    Snow’s Cut Trail
Eastern Phoebe    Fort Fisher SRA
Great Crested Flycatcher    Snow’s Cut Trail
Red-eyed Vireo    Carolina Beach State Park
Blue Jay    Airlie Gardens
American Crow    Wilmington
Fish Crow    Wilmington
Carolina Chickadee    Wilmington
Tufted Titmouse    Wilmington
Bank Swallow    Snow’s Cut Trail
Tree Swallow    Cape Fear River
Barn Swallow    Fort Fisher SRA
Brown-headed Nuthatch    Carolina Beach State Park
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher    Airlie Gardens
Carolina Wren    Wilmington
European Starling    US-117 N
Gray Catbird    Fort Fisher SRA
Brown Thrasher    Wilmington
Northern Mockingbird    Fort Fisher SRA
House Sparrow    Wilmington Riverwalk
House Finch    Wilmington
Chipping Sparrow    Carolina Beach State Park
Seaside Sparrow    Fort Fisher SRA
Eastern Towhee    Carolina Beach State Park
Red-winged Blackbird    Fort Fisher SRA
Brown-headed Cowbird    Carolina Beach State Park
Boat-tailed Grackle    Fort Fisher SRA
Common Yellowthroat    Fort Fisher SRA
Northern Parula    Airlie Gardens
Pine Warbler    Carolina Beach State Park
Northern Cardinal    Wilmington
Blue Grosbeak    Carolina Beach State Park
Indigo Bunting    Carolina Beach State Park
Painted Bunting    Fort Fisher SRA

Painted Bunting, Snow's Cut Trail

Cranberry Bogs 5/26--Olive-sided Flycatcher

It's Memorial Day and not feeling like dealing with traffic, I went to the Cranberry Bogs on Dover Road; they're close and there's usually no one there and if there is, I know her.  I got there very early and spent about an hour investigating the area where the buildings once stood. I had 30 species just kicking around there, including a Wood Duck in a tree, but the exotic flycatcher I was hoping to find, which was reported yesterday, was not among the 30. 

I walked out on to the sand trails around the bogs, which are all flooded now, at least the ones I'm willing to go to, since the high grass is a haven for ticks. In one bog there was a little mud and on that mud was a Glossy Ibis and 6 Least Sandpipers. Tree Swallows were buzzing around and there were a lot of Chimney Swifts, the first time this year I've seen more than one at a time. 

I was surprised to see someone else wandering around out there. He turned out to be a birder whose name I've seen on eBird, but this was our first meeting. We talked for a moment and then I went on, but we ran into each other again in a spot I didn't think anyone else went to. We were walking along the large reservoir in the back when we saw a flycatcher sitting atop a dead tree. We both immediately thought it was an Olive-sided Flycatcher, the bird that had been reported yesterday at the demolished buildings site. It was pretty distant, but we could see the "vest" and chunky appearance, and the clincher, for me, when I looked at my photos in the viewfinder, was the white patch on the side--diagnostic as we birders like to say. 

For the morning, 48 species. 

Canada Goose  2
Wood Duck  1     
Mallard  4
Mourning Dove  5
Chimney Swift  5
Least Sandpiper  6     
Laughing Gull  3
American Herring Gull  1
Glossy Ibis  8
Green Heron  1     Chased by blackbird
Great Egret  6
Black Vulture  1
Turkey Vulture  1
Osprey  1     Flyover
Red-tailed Hawk  1
Red-bellied Woodpecker  1
Northern Flicker  1
Olive-sided Flycatcher  1    
Eastern Wood-Pewee  1
Willow Flycatcher  1
Eastern Phoebe  1
Great Crested Flycatcher  2
Eastern Kingbird  4
Blue Jay  2
American Crow  2
Carolina Chickadee  2
Tree Swallow  12
Barn Swallow  1
White-breasted Nuthatch  1
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher  1
Northern House Wren  2
Gray Catbird  4
Brown Thrasher  1     Old building site
Cedar Waxwing  20
House Finch  3
American Goldfinch  2
Chipping Sparrow  5
Field Sparrow  2
Eastern Towhee  2
Orchard Oriole  2
Red-winged Blackbird  25
Brown-headed Cowbird  3
Common Grackle  2
Black-and-white Warbler  1
Common Yellowthroat  10
Blackpoll Warbler  2
Prairie Warbler  6
Northern Cardinal  

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Huber Prairie Warbler Preserve 5/25--Yellow-throated Vireo

Red-headed Woodpecker

I was due to meet my friend Peter at 8 at the Huber Preserve, but since I wake up at 5 these days, I was way early, so I drove down Sooy Place Road about a half mile to the new parcel that Huber has acquired which is a swamp that feeds into Burrs Mill Brook. I stood there for a little over a half hour--not my usual kind of birding but since I had so much time to kill I didn't really mind. In that time I came up with two rarities for the county--Red-headed Woodpecker and Yellow-throated Vireo. The vireo was a year bird. 

I heard the woodpecker in the woods to west of the swamp. I didn't expect to get eyes on it, as it sounded fairly distant, but then, looking atop a dead tree, I saw another (I could still hear the first one calling). This is a striking woodpecker, and I'm always happy to see one. I've probably mentioned this before, but I can think of 4 or 5 places in Burlington County where you can expect to find Red-headed Woodpecker (where it is flagged as "rare") and only two places (Colliers Mills and Cloverdale Farm) in Ocean County where you can find them (easy at Colliers, more sporadic at Cloverdale) and yet in Ocean they're "expected." You figure it out. 

The Yellow-throated Vireo I only heard; it was somewhere over the brook "singing" Three Eight! I was looking for it when I got distracted by a trio of Cedar Waxwings. I'll take waxwings over vireos any day. I did manage to record the vireo for proof of my rarity listing. 

I then drove back to the parking area by the Huber entrance. There was a car there parked sideways taking up a lot of room, which immediately set off my irritation reaction, but when I got out of the car, the driver told me that they weren't sure if they were in the right place. They were looking for the Huber Preserve. I told them they'd found it. Since they'd never been there before, and they quickly perceived I had, they asked a lot questions, which I, having stifled myself, answered--like where the bridge was (White Trail about 3/4 of mile), where the Red-headed Woodpeckers were (Gum Spring), where the Hooded Warblers were (all over). They set off and I hung around the entrance, waiting for Peter. Another car pulled in. The driver got out and said, "I'm lost." What are you looking for? I asked. "The Huber Preserve." This is it, so you're not lost. He was very relieved, having come all the way from Pennsylvania. His GPS was giving him weird directions, not that unusual when looking for the Preserve. The first time I tried to go there, Google sent me up a dirt road that led to a sand quarry. 

He then asked me the same questions. I felt like I should have an "INFORMATION" placard around my neck. I told him where the bridge was, where the woodpeckers were, and so on. Finally, Peter and his two friends arrived. I know Peter a long time, from when I lived in Brooklyn and birded Prospect Park where Peter works. This was officially a small field trip for the Brooklyn Bird Club. Peter had written me months ago, asking where he could find Prothonotary Warbler and I told him Huber was the most reliable spot. I didn't understand what was so special about that warbler until he explained to me today that this year is his 50th as a birder so he is seeking out all the "golden" birds (goldeneye, golden plover, Golden Eagle...get it?). And an alternate name for Prothonotary Warbler is "Golden Swamp Warbler." This, I did not know. 

We proceeded up the White Trail to the bridge. Along the way we heard many Hooded Warblers and Prairie Warblers, but for them I made an effort to get bins on the birds. We were very successful with those warblers, as well as a Blue-winged Warbler later on. Usually, it is enough for me to hear them, but if you're coming from Brooklyn, I think it is more rewarding to actually see them. When we got to the bridge, it wasn't 10 seconds before I heard a "Golden Swamp Warbler," but again, I wanted them to see it. As much as I don't like doing this, I played the song, because pishing only works with yellowthroats. The bird came up out of the bushes of Burnt Bridge Brook and preened itself on branch over the water. Success! I was a bit nervous about getting them the bird since it was fairly late in the morning for warblers and I was afraid they just might be tending their nest in the understory. 

Fly Agaric

Peter was working a fairly tight schedule--he was meeting another friend at Brig around 11:30--so we didn't have time to walk up to Gum Spring for the woodpeckers, but since he'd gotten their target bird, he was very happy. A golden bonus came in a beautiful specimen of Fly Agaric, a mushroom you don't want to eat but one that looks like a ball of burnished gold. 

After we left, I still had some energy, so I drove up to Reeves Bogs and did a circuit around the bogs and the woods--nothing much of note there except for an American Black Duck, which is flagged as rare, even though they breed at nearby Whitesbog. 

For the day I had 51 species and a good reunion with an old friend. 

Canada Goose    17
American Black Duck    1
Wild Turkey    2
Mourning Dove    1
Yellow-billed Cuckoo    2
Great Egret    1
Great Blue Heron    3
Turkey Vulture    2
Red-tailed Hawk    1
Red-headed Woodpecker    2
Red-bellied Woodpecker    1
Northern Flicker    1
Eastern Wood-Pewee    5
Acadian Flycatcher    1
Eastern Phoebe    2
Great Crested Flycatcher    4
Eastern Kingbird    2
White-eyed Vireo    3
Yellow-throated Vireo    1
Red-eyed Vireo    2
Blue Jay    1
Fish Crow    1
Carolina Chickadee    3
Tufted Titmouse    3
Tree Swallow    15
Northern Rough-winged Swallow    1
Barn Swallow    1
White-breasted Nuthatch    2
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher    2
Gray Catbird    1
Wood Thrush    3
American Robin    1
Cedar Waxwing    3
American Goldfinch    2
Chipping Sparrow    2
Field Sparrow    1
Eastern Towhee    3
Red-winged Blackbird    7
Brown-headed Cowbird    2
Common Grackle    2
Ovenbird    10
Blue-winged Warbler    1
Black-and-white Warbler    3
Prothonotary Warbler    2
Common Yellowthroat    7
Hooded Warbler    10
American Redstart    1
Yellow Warbler    1
Pine Warbler    6
Prairie Warbler    14
Northern Cardinal   1