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Economy got you down?  Looking for ways to save your hard earned do-re-mi?  Thinking of cutting back or cutting off birdseed altogether?  Let them fend for themselves, right?

But wait! Try the new Sharpienator.  One sharpie used only once or twice a day will solve that bird food drain on your scarce resources.  And it is Absolutely Free! You can’t buy the Sharpienator in any store.  But wait.  There’s more!

So, you get the idea.  When the last snows started to melt the action at my feeders returned quickly to null and void.  I am used to having a coops cruise the place on a regular basis.  This year it’s a handsome and very stealthy adult male.  [click to continue...]

Birding the OB pumping station for spring arrivals …

by Lanny McDowell on May 12, 2009

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My friend Pete says that he had White-eyed Vireo, one or two, at this location at least three weeks ago and maybe earlier.  The Vineyard Birds II book lists the earliest record for white-eyed as April 29th.  That sure sounds late, but who knows, and how many white-eyeds are seen and recorded on Martha’s Vineyard every spring?  Not that many.  Pete and I were at the pumping station at the head of the Lagoon on the morning of May tenth.  We met up there with Sally, who was on her appointed spring birding rounds.  Everything looked quite dull at first, although a close look at breeding yellow-rumpeds and yellow warblers should not really qualify as dull.  Then we heard the vireo’s call and then the full song.  He acted very much like a local, not a transient, to my eyes,  as though he were not  just passing through.  Of course I already knew he had been seen in the same general spot a number of times, which very likely shaded my judgement.  We saw no evidence that he was gleaning to feed a mate on a nest.  He did sing up a storm, as the photos imply.

The only other migrant of note that we found was a Tennessee Warbler. Pete knew the song.  I was trying to make it into some variable of a Winter Wren.  We did see it, but mostly we heard its distinctive call and could not relocate it even though all three of us were scanning nearby vegetation for quite a while, trying to get an angle on it.  I think it was throwing its song around like a ventriloquist.  We would hear the song; but then two of us would point in directions about ninety degrees apart.  We also remarked that it was feeding and singing close to the ground, rather than favoring the canopy habitat where you might expect it.

The butter-butt photo is a reminder of how exotic a fully feathered example can be.

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Birds are cool!  Lanny

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There were feeding birds of some sort almost wherever I stopped the car…

This third segment of my Florida birding sojourn involves parts of Merritt Island,  a refuge east of Titusville, south of Daytona and within eyesight of Cape Canaveral.

After driving up from Wakodahatchee, I got a place to stay, dumped some gear and made it out for a couple of late afternoon hours to  Merritt Island and chose one of the  more commonly used (and paved) driving tours you can take around the managed impoundments of the preserve.  Black Point I think it’s called.  I stopped in at the park headquarters and store to purchase the Bill Pranty guide to Florida birding.  The next morning at sunrise there was a thin layer of ice on the back window of my rental and I was eager to drive back to the island to run the less-travelled coral and dirt loops along the southern side of the preserve.  [click to continue...]