Clay-colored Sparrow |
As we were heading down to Cape May on Tuesday, I looked at my phone and saw that Scott had announced a flash trip to Island Beach for Saturday. Amazingly, I was able to register and pay for the trip on the web site while we were on the causeway to Avalon without making any fat-finger errors.
Unlike the trip a couple of weeks ago, when the wind was a potential problem, the birding conditions today were excellent--clear, cool, calm. We started out on Reed's Road, a quarter mile of hard to see birds, but we all managed to get on most of them. Most interesting to me were the Blue-headed Vireos that seem to be moving through. I hadn't seen any since they were coming through in the spring. Warblers were in evidence, including an Ovenbird on the ground, and we broke the eBird filter with 3 Lincoln Sparrows. Overhead we heard a "tweedle" which I would just let go, but Scott, of course, knew what it was and what it was was an American Golden-Plover flyover. Also flying over was a Pine Siskin, another bird that like the Red-breasted Nuthatches of the last month, seems to be in an irruption year. After not seeing them for more than a year, I look forward to having them at our feeders this winter.
The bird I was hoping to see today, having eluded me on my solo searches, was found in the barren stretches of the big parking lot for the bathing beaches while we were making our pit stops. There, with a few White-throated Sparrows, on the curb and jumping onto the asphalt, picking at the crab grass growing between the cracks in the cement, was my year's first Clay-colored Sparrow. The birds were skittish and kept flying into a stand of bushes, but they really wanted those grass seeds, so they kept coming back. The sparrow is so small that often a clump of crab grass was enough to hide it from view, despite the unobstructed view you'd think a sidewalk would give you. But finally it moved into the sunlight out of the shadow and I was able to get a photo of it. I didn't say a good photo. If you look at the photo closely, though, you'll see that there is some sort of growth on the bird's beak. This was useful to know, because a little later, as we were birding the dump area, we saw another Clay-colored Sparrow in the driveway, this one with normal beak. Two clay-coloreds is pretty good.That dump is one great place to bird and we almost skipped it through distraction. It was in there that we saw, albeit briefly, a Lark Sparrow back among the junk. The directions to the bird were "beyond the big hamster wheel, over the square piece of machinery, up from its left corner, on a bare branch of the tree in back" and then, a Wood Thrush chased it away because that bare branch must be a valuable piece of avian real estate.
White-crowned Sparrow (imm) |
It was fun but exhausting. Looking deeply into cedars for flitting birds puts a strain on your brain and wears you out. The great birders just have to see what's making that noise. The mediocre birders like me, after 7 or 8 hours, are ready to concede to the bird's elusiveness.
For the day 75 species. Pretty amazing when you consider it took me 4 days to get 82 in Cape May.
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