Cranberry Bogs 2/10--Eastern Phoebe, Tree Swallow

Tree Swallow

Go looking for one bird, find a different one...and then find the bird you were looking for. That's a decent day in the field even if both birds fall into the "gimme" category. I went to the abandoned Cranberry Bogs in South Toms River this morning, which started out foggy but soon cleared to be a precursor of springtime. At the top of the big hill around the sand pit I came across a nice little flock of tweety birds including a Red-breasted Nuthatch, which I hadn't seen for a while, and a Brown Creeper more visible than usual as the sun was shining directly on the tree it was walking up on.  I thought that bode well for the rest of the morning, but I didn't find any other passerines of note for quite a while. 

Ducks were still abundant--I counted 123 Ring-necked Ducks in 3 different bodies of water which broke the eBird filter, but in March the Ring-necks seem to gather in big flocks before moving north. 5 years ago to the day, I counted 665 Ring-necks on Turnmill Lake at Colliers Mills, so this could be considered a small gathering. Besides Mallards and black ducks, I also had 3 Wood Ducks (including a pair in appropriate habitat), some Hooded Mergansers, 7 Green-winged Teal that made a touch and go, and a couple of Buffleheads. 

Tree Swallow house, 2016

Superstitiously, I stopped at the shell of a pumphouse where I often find my day's target bird as they like to nest there, but it wasn't around. Not until I had walked almost to the far end of the large reservoir did I get my first year bird and not the one I was looking for--a single Tree Swallow perched on a dead tree in the middle of the water. Earlier, on the bogs, with a cloud of midges around my face, I was thinking that this would be a good time for swallows to show up. Years ago, when these were working bogs, somebody had put up two large swallow houses in the middle of that large reservoir and dozens of swallows would nest in them, but time and storms eventually destroyed them both. 

Eastern Phoebe on old pumphouse 2016

Walking back, I decided to take a path that is totally overgrown and that I probably won't walk on again until the winter since in warm weather it is tick-infested to the nth degree. But on that trail is another old pumphouse skeleton and I wanted to look at for the bird I'd originally set out for.  Again, not there, but I did see the Green-winged Teal in an impoundment along the way. And as I was watching them fly off, I heard it--the pissed-off FEE-BEE! "song" of the Eastern Phoebe, the bird I was seeking. It was somewhere off to my right but just then the grassy trail became a flooded one, and by the time I sloshed to the spot where I thought it was "singing" it was gone. I know I'll see plenty of others, but the first one is the most gratifying. 

For the morning 28 species:

Canada Goose  150
Wood Duck  3
Mallard  15
American Black Duck  6     Bogs
Green-winged Teal  7     Landed in bog for less than a minute then flew off. All drakes
Ring-necked Duck  123     Exact count. 83,12,28 in bogs and large reservoir
Bufflehead  2
Hooded Merganser  6
Mourning Dove  2
Killdeer  1
Red-tailed Hawk  1
Northern Flicker  3
Eastern Phoebe  1
Blue Jay  1
American Crow  1
Common Raven  1     Croaking
Carolina Chickadee  11
Tufted Titmouse  2
Tree Swallow  1
Red-breasted Nuthatch  1     Big hill
Brown Creeper  1     Big hill
Eastern Bluebird  2
House Finch  5
Song Sparrow  7
Red-winged Blackbird  50
Pine Warbler  1
Yellow-rumped Warbler  1
Northern Cardinal  4