March 2009


Just a reminder that you’ve got until the last minute of the last hour of the last day of March to get your submissions in for the next edition of I and the Bird, right here at Great Auk – or Greatest Auk! So get ‘em mailed in to labenc AT gmail DOT com!

Then come around Thursday to see the monster trucks best of the birdblogosphere before your wondering eyes!

CNN recently published a tantalizing article on the North American Bird Phenology Program, and the unique opportunity it provides to get involved with some Science! with a capital S and an exclamation point.

To quote the project’s web site:
“The North American Bird Phenology Program houses a unique and largely forgotten collection of six million Migration Observer Cards that illuminate migration patterns and population status of birds in North America. These handwritten cards contain almost all of what was known of bird status from the Second World War back to the later part of the 19th century. The bulk of the records are the result of a network of observers who recorded migration arrival dates in the spring and fall that, in its heyday, involved 3000 participants.”

In order to get all that rich, tasty data off of the cards and into a database where it can be more easily accessed, the program is recruiting volunteers. From the comfort of your own home, you too can help convert records from the scanned cards into database-ready chunklets. Or, if you live in the Baltimore/D.C. area, you can pop round the office and help scan the cards, actually handling notes written by hands that observed the mighty migrations of yore.

I mean, tell me, is this not tantalizing? “The collection contains data on about 900 bird species, some of which — the Guadalupe storm-petrel, Labrador duck, Guadalupe caracara, great auk, Carolina parakeet and passenger pigeon — have gone extinct.”

How this ties together with my last post is left as an exercise for the reader.

add to del.icio.us :: Add to Blinkslist :: add to furl :: Digg it :: add to ma.gnolia :: Stumble It! :: add to simpy :: seed the vine :: :: :: TailRank :: post to facebook
Nature Blog Network

I meant to blog on this post of Nate’s a while ago, but I got distracted with all the crazy birding adventures and so forth. Still, better late than never.

150 years after we got the origin set out for us, the species concept remains nebulous, wispy around the edges. The endless lumping and splitting, along with oddball hybrid birds popping up to frustrate local committees, have given us ample notice that birding as we know it and the world as we find it don’t always map perfectly to each other. Still, like many scientific concepts with a wispy edge, the species idea remains robust in the center, and it’s hard to see how even the most holistic birding could dispense with it entirely.

But if we get to a place where many species of bird cannot be reliably identified in the field using our current tools, what then?

The Technocratic Paradise (Arthur C. Clarke goes birding): Nanotechnology creates iPhones powerful enough to perform the work of the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. Super-focused microphones let us tune birds in and analyze their flight calls on the spot. No matter how far this goes, however, it’s difficult to see how it could apply to species distinguished only by the quirks of their DNA – to analyze that, you need physical specimens, and there’s no way that birding could return to a collector’s ethos under our present circumstances. Still, technology being what it is and the market for birding gadgets being what it is, I expect we will see big leaps forward to help with the audio side of the problem.

The Dystopia (George Orwell goes birding): The new, subtle species distinctions forever slay the citizen-scientist and sunder the expert from the hobbyist. The former stretch limited grant money to cover only the most urgent or trendy species while the latter are reduced in significance to something between a trout fisherman and a stamp collector. Frankly, certain big listers won’t have far to fall in this scenario; and there would still work to be done for citizen scientists doing things like observing life cycles, habitat preferences, etc. for the birds that can be identified. It need not be Birding Apocalypse Now. Still, losing the connection between the scientist and the hobbyist would mean losing the thrill of the chase as a tool for drawing people into ornithology, and that would be a damn shame.

The Totally Unforeseen (Philip K Dick goes birding): Just because it’s hard to see doesn’t mean it won’t happen. Birding becomes about displaying great technical skill in observing every facet of a single individual bird, in a single instant, and recording it totally in every aesthetic dimension using technology yet unknown…. or birding becomes about tagging a bird once, with minimum intrusion, and then following the rest of its lifecycle with tiny cameras and GPS, every bird a bird cam… or hell, birding becomes about taking psychoactive drugs developed by the CIA and communicating with birds telepathically and reporting back on what they tell us. I mean, this is the future we’re talking about here.

add to del.icio.us :: Add to Blinkslist :: add to furl :: Digg it :: add to ma.gnolia :: Stumble It! :: add to simpy :: seed the vine :: :: :: TailRank :: post to facebook
Nature Blog Network

When last we left our adventure in progress, John and I had each scored a lifer in the form of a sleepy Glaucous Gull at Jones Beach. But like the man said, if you rest on your laurels, you’re wearing them on the wrong end. We had new targets to target, new species to lay our eager eyes upon – notably the Harlequin Ducks that had been reliably appearing for weeks at Point Lookout for weeks.

Harlequin Ducks have long haunted my dreams. First it’s absurd for them to look that way, sort of as if Keith Haring was designing ducks for Ikea’s prestigious Zulu line. And then on top of that, they favor fast-running and/or rough water and lurk out of sight for most of the year, just waiting to pop up in the bleakest days of the year and get birders out on the windy shore where they can be freeze-dried and salt-cured by the unforgiving elements.

And if that doesn’t spell birder doom, well, you have to watch out for unforgiving jetties.

Still, even with all those hazards facing us, it was worth the risk. Buy howdy, was it ever! As Corey’s and Patrick’s stunning photos document, we got excellent close looks at no less than four very obliging Harlequin Ducks – one female, two immature males, and an adult male in all his purple glory.

This stop also turned up more Loons, quite a lot of Oystercatchers, a very close pair of Horned Grebes, and a lonely Sanderling (as well as a cast-up starfish and many lovely shells) but the Harlequins were far and away the highlight. Nothing could possibly top that, unless we pulled into some unprepossessing little town park with a blatantly artificial pond in a drab Long Island town like, say, Merrick, and found something entirely uncharacteristic for the habitat like, say, a Ross’s Goose.

Which… yeah. This Ross’s Goose was, I must say, a fine example of team effort in birding – Corey had heard about the bird previously and suggested going after it, Patrick drove us there, John spotted the bird lurking behind an island, and I very valiantly looked at it.

The lake also yielded some Black-crowned Night Herons, a lot of excellent ducks, and a Ring-billed Gull with either road rage or the first documented case of avian rabies.

Thus ended our adventure, except for the part where I almost fell asleep on the shuttle bus on the A line, and I think I’m not overstepping my journalistic bounds to say that a good time was had by all, and that as pleasant as solitary and contemplative birding often is, there’s a lot to be said for making it a party. Especially when you have companions as knowledgeable and genial as Corey, John, and Patrick.

add to del.icio.us :: Add to Blinkslist :: add to furl :: Digg it :: add to ma.gnolia :: Stumble It! :: add to simpy :: seed the vine :: :: :: TailRank :: post to facebook
Nature Blog Network

… to announce that Great Auk – or Greatest Auk? will be hosting the next edition of I and the Bird. I have an awfully tough act to follow, but you can do your part to make it spectacular by sending me your best birdy material at labenc AT gmail DOT com. Submission deadline is March 31st, and the new edition hits the streets on April 2.

When we last left our fearless foursome, they were at Jamaica Bay, appreciating the signs of spring as displayed by common but welcome birds like Tree Swallows and Pintails. And that was a wonderful thing. But where was the spectacle, the drama, the rarities and life birds obtained in defiance of hunger, exhaustion, and the odds?

Out in Nassau County, we hoped.

Patrick had brought his car, and so we got to Jones Beach the way the good lord (Robert Moses) intended. This was a substantially different than my last experience at Jones Beach – I looked up from my list once, spotted a Red-tailed Hawk in a roadside tree, and then looked up again and found that we were there. Trippy!

We hit the Coast Guard Station first, where we saw more of the same waterfowl, with such sterling additions as Common Loon and Long-tailed Duck. A Northern Harrier soared in the distance.

But all that was just a tease; we had visions of a main event featuring Lapland Longspurs and a lingering Snowy Owl, so we headed across the way to the Nature Center. The Owl was still there, very nearly in the spot where the IT and I had seen it before (at least, it was when we saw it. Later a pair of morons went wandering over the clearly-marked-offlimits dunes in its general direction, so who knows where it is now?) But the Longspurs were not in evidence – not among the Horned Larks that were in full song among the dunes, and not among the Snow Buntings flying over head.

As we headed back to the Coast Guard Station, a Killdeer rode the chilly wind. Along with Red-winged Blackbirds, Killdeers are solid gold Proustian spring for me. So I was feeling good even before Corey, taking a last scan of the gulls on the sand spit, spotted a larger, whiter bird that proved to be a Glaucous Gull – a life bird for both me and John.

Of course, a bird like that had to be savored (and debated – it emerged that all field guides were back in the car, and the possibility of an Iceland Gull also had to be entertained) and our long, loving looks at the cooperative bird attracted the attention of other birders. One of these anonymous co-observers returned the favor by pointing out three Piping Plovers as they came in to land on a nearby mud flat.

Yes, things were getting interesting on the blogger trek. But could Corey, Patrick, John, and I top this stop and rake in more lifers? Stay tuned…

add to del.icio.us :: Add to Blinkslist :: add to furl :: Digg it :: add to ma.gnolia :: Stumble It! :: add to simpy :: seed the vine :: :: :: TailRank :: post to facebook
Nature Blog Network

If the bloggers are Corey from 10,000 Birds, Patrick from The Hawk Owl’s Nest, John from A DC Birding Blog, and yours truly, a lot of good birding happens.

We started our adventure in Jamaica Bay, bright and early. Well, early, anyway. I had gotten so wrapped up in my novel that I didn’t get to bed until 2 in the morning, and then I had to navigate the troubled and troubling public transit of Queens. So bright was a bit of a tall order.

But a few minutes at Jamaica Bay quickly cured all ills. The male Red-wings are back in black, and full of song, although the girls haven’t showed up. To my surprise, the Tree Swallows have arrived too. Swallows and spring are a poetic convention, but a biologically sound one; dependent as they are on flying insects, they gamble high stakes on judging the changing seasons (albeit Tree Swallows hedge their bets a bit by being able to eat some berries when times are tough.) These Tree Swallows were all in. They had arrived in numbers, and some were already staking out the nest boxes along the West Pond trail.

But in nature, there are far more continuums than bright lines, and a lot of the winter regulars were still hanging out at Jamaica Bay as well. On land, Juncos and White-throated Sparrows still fluttered up from the path, along massive flocks of energetic Yellow-rumped Warblers and those year-round stalwarts the Song Sparrows. On the water, Northern Shovelers and Ruddy Ducks in winter drab mingled with Hooded and Red-breasted Mergansers, Buffleheads and Black Ducks, while good numbers of Brant and Snow Geese were still around, gearing up for their trips back north to make more Brant and Snow Geese (something that Snow Geese, in particular, excel at.) A few more transient visitors, including a pair of Pintails, a single Green-winged Teal, and a handful of Common Goldeneyes (no Barrows, alas) put in appearances as well. And a lone Great Egret formed the vanguard of what will, by summer, be a veritable wading bird convention.

The contrast with my last trip to Jamaica Bay could not have been more marked; from splendid but ice-locked isolation to a scene of bustle and promise, adorned with good company. It got my mouth watering for the season just around the corner. And it definitely got my mouth watering for more more birding.

Happily, courtesy of Patrick’s car, more birding was in the offing….

add to del.icio.us :: Add to Blinkslist :: add to furl :: Digg it :: add to ma.gnolia :: Stumble It! :: add to simpy :: seed the vine :: :: :: TailRank :: post to facebook
Nature Blog Network

Next Page »

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.