How important is it to label what you see?
Peep sp. isn’t the same experience as Least Sandpiper isn’t the same experience as “those little birds Kaitlyn chased at the beach” even though they might all be the same birds. Oftentimes, specificity in labeling is useful; it’s very hard to get “those little birds Kaitlyn chased at the beach” listed under the Endangered Species Act or create a conservation plan for them (although teaching Kaitlyn to appreciate and interact more respectfully with wildlife as she grows up might be a start.)
But birders, and especially listers, are often accused of being obsessed with labels to the detriment of both their own personal Zen and their grasp of birds as part of a holistic system. Being a person who thinks in words, I often worry that I may be particularly prone to this error. And for myself or anyone else who wants to take a step back from bird labels, fall migration is the time to do it.
There’s the aforementioned shorebirds of course. I believe I have made my feelings on the difficulties of shorebird ID abundantly clear, but I have to admit that there is something about the birds themselves that invites quiet contemplation (although not so much contemplation that you forget to watch your step).
Fall warblers do not lend themselves to being objects of meditation so much, on account of all the moving around, but they can be equally humbling. Take this sighting:
It’s around three pm in the Vale of Cashmere at Prospect Park. A small bird jumps out of a bush and into a more open area, allowing me a brief but relatively close look.
It’s warbler-shaped, and warbler-sized (although the beak strikes me as on the chunky side for a warbler. It’s a warm brown above (no hint of a bluish, grayish, or greenish cast) and yellow below. Legs pink, beak dark. No strong marking of any sort – no eye ring or facial stripe, no wing bars, no streaks (I do not get a good look at the tail) – with one exception: it has a collar, a single thin but distinct and unbroken black line, around its throat. It does not vocalize. After a bit it gets sick of me looking at it and disappears.
Of course, there is no such bird. But I saw it anyway. I can speculate (Hoodie in extremely odd transitional plumage? Common Yellowthroat that poked its head through a charcoal-grill grate?) but I’m never going to know.
Fall is like that. Birds change outfits and contexts. They confound birders and then move on. It certainly isn’t their problem. The immature Chestnut-sided Warbler near the Ambergill didn’t have a single trace of chestnut anywhere on hir body, and the Worm-eating Warbler I was lucky enough to spot in the Midwood was five and a half feet up in a small tree, which is about three feet further up a tree than I’m used to seeing Worm-eating Warblers (last year around this time I saw a Waterthrush five and a half feet up in a tree, which is a good five and a half feet further up a tree than I’m used to seeing them!) Baltimore Orioles bounced around in all sorts of scaly, half-in plumages. The world is also full of strange insects (notably cicadas and dragonflies), fruiting plants (it’s a great year for the jewelweed, which is good because there’s nothing like a plant that explodes!), and all sorts of other things which are awesome. And the weather is progressing nicely towards that stage where it neither bakes nor freezes the unwary wanderer.
Of course, my newfound personal Zen didn’t keep me from noticing that I’d just added Chestnut-sided Warbler, Worm-eating Warbler, and Great Crested Flycatcher to my year list. And it doesn’t mean I won’t be listing like crazy a week from now….
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September 1, 2009 at 12:38 am
Could the mystery warbler have been a first-year Canada? There have been quite a few around in the past week. The first year birds aren’t quite as blue as the adults.
Last week I saw a first year Blue-headed Vireo that fooled me for a long time because I wasn’t expecting it so early and its head wasn’t blue at all. It was just a pale gray.
September 2, 2009 at 2:25 pm
I can’t find any images online that show them quite as brown as the one I saw, but the light was pretty warm. And some of them do have much thinner, less streaky necklaces than I’m used to seeing. I can’t rule it out.
September 3, 2009 at 12:48 pm
Here’s an interesting image of a hatch-year female Canada:
http://net-results.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-2009-week-2-in-review.html
September 1, 2009 at 7:03 am
I wonder if first fall male Mourning Warblers could show a hint of the adult’s black collar?
The only warblers that may show a blackish collar of some sort are: Parula (striking wing stripes which your bird didn’t have), Magnolia (doesn’t fit the rest of your bird at all), Cerulean (too stripy to fit your description), immature Redstarts (should have had some colouration on its wing and elsewhere, but might be a good guess after all – although it leaves a characteristic general impression you are unlikely to have mistaken for anything else), Mourning (sort of, but not really), Canada (although that is not a real collar but more like a broken line of stripes), Hooded (although if it shows a collar, one would also expect some black markings on the head).
As aparently none of these species fit the rest of your description, the collar was most likely an artefact and then you are left with a probable Common Yellowthroat.
Oh well, I just HAD to try to be smart…
I really envy you for all the Worm-eating Warblers you get to see.
And “specificity” must be my new favourite English word. I am likely to walk around my office today constantly murmuring it to myself to get a hang of its pronounciation. It may not occur to you but this is a difficult word to say, much like inimitability. By the way, is it
specIficity or spEcificity or specifIcity?
Cheers!
September 2, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Hmmm… I would love to think it was a Mourning Warbler, but there wasn’t any strong contrast between the head and back color.
I’d start speculating about hybrids, but then we could be here forever.
I pronounce it spesIFisitee but I’ve only ever seen it written so I could be wrong.
September 2, 2009 at 3:28 pm
I’ve always put the accent on the third syllable.
September 3, 2009 at 8:23 am
One of the tough aspects of learning English is that you have no means of figuring out how a word is pronounced until you hear someone speak it.
And that makes me wonder: who “decides” how a word is pronounced. In this case, if you heard John say specificity with the accent on the third syllable, would you change your way of pronouncing it or would you tell John that you pronounce it differently? And what would happen then, how would you two agree on the right way to pronounce it?
Fun!
September 1, 2009 at 7:15 am
I asked Allen Chartier (Michigan Hummingbird Guy blog – link on Belltowerbirding) about hatch-year male Mournings and mentioned your mystery warbler to him. Let’s see what he has to say.
He is good.
And I mean “good” as in “extremely good”.
September 2, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Cool, thanks!
And thanks for the compliment on the post, too.
September 2, 2009 at 9:33 am
By concentrating on your mystery bird, I failed to mention that this is one of your finer posts, which is quite a thing to say on this blog…