Baltimore Oriole, Island Beach SP |
I was thinking warblers.
Veery, Island Beach SP |
Reed's Road, according to Google Maps, is only about 3/8 of a mile long, so we turned north and walk along the bay a bit until we got to the "bowl," a grove of oak and pine trees that attracts birds. Just outside the bowl, Al spotted a Rose-breasted Grosbeak. I got a good look at it, but it was too far with too many intervening branches to even attempt a photo. Walking the overgrown path into the bowl we spotted an orange bird, then another, then more, until we realized we were looking at a flock of Baltimore Orioles, at least a dozen. I've never seen that many orioles at one time. They too were tucked into budding trees, but I did manage one doc shot. Later, in the same area where we saw the Baltimores, Al pointed out a yellow bird with a black throat--a first summer Orchard Oriole. Walking back on Reed's we heard a loud "Weep weep!" "I know that sound," I said, but I couldn't bring the bird up into memory. It sounds like the alarm on an emergency door. After a few moments, Al said, "Great Crested Flycatcher?" and of course, that was it. I'll see one soon enough; the call is distinctive enough for a satisfying tick.
We drove down to Spizzle Creek, where the path to blind is still almost impassable. We had more shorebirds than I usually see there--Spotted Sandpiper, a Dunlin in breeding plumage, Black-bellied Plovers, a few unidentifiable peeps, and, new for the year, a small number of Semipalmated Sandpipers. What was notable about Spizzle was what we didn't see, or hardly saw, and that was egrets and herons. Only a few Snowy Egrets, one Great Blue Heron, and, after looking hard, one Great Egret.
Al had to go after that; I walked the beach for a stretch and saw virtually nothing, then did the little trail across from one of the parking lots, and while it was more active than I expected, it had nothing new. Still, I came away with 6 year birds and 60+ species.
Brant
30
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Canada Goose
12
|
Mute Swan
9
|
Mallard
4
|
Red-breasted Merganser 2
|
Double-crested Cormorant 31
|
Great Blue Heron 1
|
Great Egret
1
|
Snowy Egret
3
|
Green Heron 1
|
Glossy Ibis
16
|
Turkey Vulture
3
|
Osprey
11
|
Cooper's Hawk
1
|
Black-bellied Plover 4
|
Dunlin
1
|
Semipalmated Sandpiper 6
|
Spotted Sandpiper 1
|
Willet
6
|
Laughing Gull
1
|
Herring Gull
41
|
Great Black-backed Gull 5
|
Forster's Tern
12
|
Mourning Dove
2
|
Belted Kingfisher 1
|
Eastern Phoebe
1
|
Great Crested Flycatcher 1
|
Eastern Kingbird 1
|
White-eyed Vireo 2
|
Blue-headed Vireo 3
|
Blue Jay
2
|
American Crow
2
|
Fish Crow
4
|
Barn Swallow
2
|
Carolina Chickadee 5
|
Marsh Wren
2
|
Carolina Wren
4
|
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher 2
|
Ruby-crowned Kinglet 1
|
Veery 1
|
Hermit Thrush
2
|
American Robin
6
|
Gray
Catbird 47
|
Brown Thrasher 2
|
Ovenbird
1
|
Black-and-white Warbler 5
|
Common
Yellowthroat 10
|
American Redstart 2
|
Northern Parula 2
|
Yellow
Warbler 10
|
Yellow-rumped
Warbler 6
|
Prairie Warbler 4
|
Seaside Sparrow 1
|
Chipping Sparrow 1
|
White-throated Sparrow 4
|
Song Sparrow
2
|
Eastern Towhee
27
|
Northern Cardinal 1
|
Rose-breasted Grosbeak 1
|
Orchard Oriole 1
|
Baltimore Oriole 12
|
Red-winged Blackbird 16
|
Boat-tailed Grackle 3
|
House Finch
4
|
Shari & I have a little tradition: Every year around this time, we take a drive down to Collinstown Road in Barnegat and listen for Chuck-Will's-Widow. We found this location a few years ago out of necessity when our late friend Joan couldn't hear the chucks on nearby Bay Avenue because of the traffic noise. So we drove around the area until we found this isolated spot, which is actually another of the tucked-away sections of Forsythe NWR. This is also the spot where I brought Bob Auster, who up until then wouldn't count a bird unless he saw it (forcing me one night to flush our whip-poor-will out of a cherry tree with a flash light) over to what he called "the dark side," i.e., counting birds by ear. And, of course, he's a great ear birder.
Anyway, after a nice dinner in Forked River, we drove down to our spot and before it was even really dark we hear at least two chucks in the woods. One was distant, the other had a lot of reverb. After about 10 minutes, one came in closer and sang its name for us loud and clear.
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