NRBNF Day 1: Birding by Butt

White-throated Sparrow getting ready to be banded by Bill Hilton 4-27-09

After meeting the Flock on Sunday night I roll out of bed early Monday morning. Today will be the first test of how we do at processing 8 women through two bathrooms in time to get us all out the door by 6 a.m. In our sleep-deprived state somehow we pull it off and met at the Opossum Creek lodge for breakfast. We fill our bellies with fresh hot coffee or tea and what will turn out to be the best breakfast of the whole week.

Outside the surrounding forest is alive with bird song. Bluebirds perch on the phone lines, gnatcatchers scold from the trees. A northern parula sings out is territorial song from a treetop, and from the forest edge the “wheezy, wheezy, wheezy” call of a Black and White Warbler is heard. Other birders rush to the edge to see if they can spot it. I have not seen this species yet. It will be a new Life Bird if I get to see it, but I am not successful.

Bird in the bag 4-27-09

Meanwhile, Bill Hilton, of the Hilton Pond Center in South Carolina has set up his mist nets in the grassy field beyond the trimmed yard. He has captured something special and we all gather around to see what he has. A tiny bird dangles inside a net bag. Another is flopping in a brown lunch bag held shut by a clothes pin. As Bill prepares to lift the little brown job from the safety of the mesh bag he tells us that this is a very special bird and that he has only banded this species 2 or 3 times before and he has never banded one at this site. Our excitement builds as he lifts it from the bag. He tells us not to shout out what species it is as he holds it up to view. How many people know what bird this is, he asks? I raise my hand with pride, because I do know this bird. I have seen it in my yard in Arizona and again at Sweetwater Wetlands. For those of us who do know, he asks us not to tell, and then he prompts the others to try to learn from the field marks readily available.

Lincoln's sparrow held by Bill Hilton 4-27-09

Sparrows are always a challenge to identify, but this Little Brown Job, or LBJ, does have some distinctive characteristics that make it a bit easier. The blush of buffy coloring that straddles the breast is one sure field mark. The fine streaking across this breast contrasting with a whitish throat and belly and a whiter eye ring are some other field marks. Bill tells us this little sparrow is a skulker and seldom seen. I did not know this since the one I saw just landed in my yard one day in plain view! After showing the bird and describing its field marks Bill ask me what species of sparrow it is. “A Lincoln’s sparrow” I say, with all the pride of a kindergartener on her first day of school.

Bill measures and weighs the tiny bird. He applies the band and records the necessary data. This bird was caught in net number 2 at 7:00 a.m. EDT in Fayetteville, WV. Its band number is 1561 13052. Then, he asks me to come up and release the bird!

First he shows me how to hold it safely.



Then, he places it in my hand.




I raise it high to the sky and just as the sun is peaking over the horizon…



…I set it free.

I feel trembling, feathered joy! This is going to be a good week! Before the morning is over, Bill will band a white-crowned sparrow, a feisty female Eastern towhee and a tiny female ruby-throated hummingbird. (Read his account here)

As the banding winds down a few of us gather for a nature walk down the long winding driveway and into the woods. Our guide for this little jaunt is a man named Jim McCormac. Jim is well known for his blog Ohio Birds and Biodiversity. While I have never met him or even heard of him before, it isn’t long before I realize that he has a child-like wonder and curiosity about nature. As we walk down the trail we are not only spotting birds, we are turning over stones looking for salamanders, or digging up terrestrial crayfish which he holds calmly in his hand. Every tree, flower and fern has meaning to him and he readily shares his knowledge with us. In the woods we cross a little brook. We find warblers high in the trees. And I quickly discover that most warbler photos will be from below looking up at their bellies where they are back lit by the cerulean West Virginia sky.

Ovenbird at Oppossum Creek Retreat 4-27-09

Warblers are a species of bird that has been sorely lacking on my life list. Until recently I barely knew what they were. I identified my first warblers in the early 2003 when a yellow-rumped warbler came to my suet feeder in Livermore Falls, Maine. Later that summer a pine warbler came, but most of the birds I knew where birds that came to my feeders, or could be seen at the shore line. Since moving back to Utah I learned a few more, such as the black-throated gray warbler, which showed up in my yard there. Now that I live in Arizona and participate in the Important Bird Area survey of Sabino Canyon I have learned to identify many more. But, western warblers are few and far between compared to the eastern ones and now they fly tantalizingly over my head and taunt me to try to identify them.

Fortunately for me, I don’t have to work too hard at this. There are plenty of birders and birding experts here to call them out with their iPods and tell me what I am seeing. This is a different kind of birding for me. I am use to stalking the birds alone and trying to identify field marks. Normally I take notes and take pictures and get flustered and excited. Now I focus on these tiny feathered jewels high in the trees and listen while someone tells me what I am seeing.

I learn that the birds get agitated by the songs of their species being played within their territories. While it brings the birds close enough to view, it also riles them up and changes their behavior. In some areas the use of recorded calls is banned due to this fact and also to prevent other birders from thinking they hear the species and identifying the bird by sound only, a controversial practice in some circles but accepted by the American Birding Association.

Black and White Warbler 4-27-09

I finally see my little black and white warbler perched in a tree singing to me. For the rest of the week I will recognize his “wheezy, wheezy” call wherever I go. As the week goes on I will face a new dilemma for me: do I count birds that I have heard but not seen, or only birds I have seen. It has never been a question for me before, since I am only just learning to bird by ear and all the bird calls I know are of birds I have already seen.

Photographer's Note: Many thanks to Bird Girl, Barbara, From My Bird Tales for the photos of me holding the Lincoln's sparrow. All of the rest of the photos we taken by Kathiesbirds with the Nikon D80 and the 70 to 300mm lens.

These are the birds seen on my first day of the New River Birding and Nature Festival at the Opossum Creek Retreat and Nature Trail. Life Birds* are listed in red:

1. Black Vulture
2. Turkey Vulture
3. Red-tailed hawk
4. Ruby-throated hummingbird
5. Pileated woodpecker
6. Eastern Phoebe
7. Blue-headed vireo*
8. Red-eyed vireo
9. Blue jay
10. American Crow
11. Carolina chickadee
12. Tufted titmouse
13. White-breasted nuthatch
14. Carolina Wren
15. Blue-gray gnatcatcher
16. Hermit Thrush
17. Wood Thrush
18. Eastern Bluebird
19. American robin
20. Northern Parula*
21. Black-throated blue warbler*
22. Black and white warbler*
23. Ovenbird
24. Hooded warbler*
25. Scarlet Tananger
26. Eastern Towhee
27. Field Sparrow
28. Lincoln's sparrow
29. White-throated sparrow
30. Northern Cardinal
31. Brown-headed cowbird
32. American goldfinch