Getting to Whitesbog pre-dawn didn't get me much except to feel virtuous--no owls, despite stopping in a few known hot spots, no whip-poor-wills. Only Common Nighthawks, flying over the cedars out on the bogs in the gray dawn. Not even an interesting sunrise and at this time of year, no sunrise chorus.
For the last few days the bogs haven't changed much either in water or bird content. There has been a
Western Sandpiper |
I was standing at our parking spot with Jim and Matt, scoping the bogs when Jim pointed out a "plink" he heard from a Bobolink flying overhead. I wouldn't have been aware of the little sound had it not been pointed out and, as it was, barely heard it and wasn't going to count one call note for my year bird. But a few minutes later two more Bobolinks flew overhead, I could hear them and I could see them, so they went on the list.
Another bird by ear this morning was on a trail that goes behind Rome Pond. Had I been by myself I would have been left wondering what it was--it was only a brief guttural grunt--and would likely have dismissed it as a squirrel, but Jim thought differently and, after playing the call of Least Bittern we decided that that was the mystery sound. I know that Least Bittern is at Whitesbog--I spent a few mornings looking over on the Ocean County side where my informant had been seeing and hearing one--but this is the first one for me at Whitesbog and also for Burlco.
Wild Turkey |
After lunch I was going to walk back to Ditch Meadow and around Union Pond, but the sight of 4 motorcycles racing along the dikes and an SUV filled with yapping kids and dogs discouraged me, so I packed it in after 54 species in 7 hours and 16 minutes. But that doesn't count the nocturnal time listening for stubborn owls and nightjars.
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