We had so much fun with that mystery bird from northeastern Alberta, we’ll do it again. Same region: northeastern Alberta. Same time of year: summer.
And if you like these two, you’ll love the December Birding, winging its way to ABA members’ mailboxes right now, with 15 such images!
Anyhow, what is this bird? And, [read more…]
Hmm… Well, it’s a decent photo, and the bird is well presented. This can’t be all that hard, can it?
It’s hard. It’s very hard.
Where to start? The location is northeastern Alberta, and the date is July 14. The location rules out, oh, Seaside Sparrow and Bronzed Cowbird. And the date is important: Think [read more…]
The seven of us, perfect strangers, stand together at an unpaved roadside pullout. I’m eager to start the bird walk, but first things first. First, Denise McInturff, Park Ranger at Bon Secour National Wildlife Refuge, gives us the 4-1-1 on the place: when it was acquired, how it’s managed, why it’s important, and so [read more…]
In Parts 1 and 2 of this three-part post, we looked at Allard’s ground crickets, Cedar Waxwings, and Brown Creepers. Actually, we listened to them. To the extent that we looked at them, we did so spectrographically: We “saw” their songs and calls in the form of sound spectrograms—computer readouts of various aspects, or parameters, [read more…]
In Part 1 of this three-part post, I told you I’m having some trouble hearing the soft, high-pitched song of the Allard’s ground cricket (Allonemobius allardi). Now what?
Laura Erickson, writing in the October 2015 issue of Birding magazine, has some advice. Her article, “Cedar Waxwings—I Can’t Hear Them: Digital Bird Song Hearing Aids,” is [read more…]
A little while ago, I had a strange experience. I was walking along one of the trails near my house in the suburbs northwest of Denver, Colorado, and I noticed that all the Allard’s ground crickets (Allonemobius allardi) were calling from the grass along the left side of the trail. I continued twenty paces, and [read more…]
No more Mr. Nice Guy. We’ve had some easy (but instructive) photos recently: a black-and-white Black-and-white Warbler; a Hermit Thrush whose identify we accidentally included with the filename; and so forth.
This one’s a lot harder. It’s from Cape May, New Jersey, on the night of Sept. 27, 2011. Analysis by photographer Tom Johnson appears [read more…]
I’d walked past that bench several dozen times, but never noticed the inscription. The other day, my daughter pointed it out to me. It was a chilly Saturday morning, the sort of morning when—let’s face it—dads and daughters tend to go their separate ways. Whatever. It was early. We were awake. On a lark, we [read more…]
I have a theory. I think we have a favorite bird. I don’t mean each one of us individually. I mean all of us as a community.
Sure, I can say that my favorite bird is the Indigo Bunting. And you can say that yours is the Peregrine Falcon. And our friend Ava’s is the [read more…]
Back in the April 2015 issue of Birding, there appears a beautiful and remarkable photo of a slam-dunk Black-and-white Warbler. Essayist Tony Leukering explains why it’s this-and-that age and such-and-such sex, but ID of the bird at the species level simply isn’t at issue. The bird is a patently obvious Black-and-white Warbler.
Photo by [read more…]