I think one of the wonderful things about Afton is that you can go for a hike and just keep on walking for hours! South Afton, is of course the newest addition to the park. I have not been out there in a while. However, just today I got down south of our barn, and admired the beautiful purple lupines that are in full bloom right now!
My intention was to get down to the mud flats because that's where all the shore birds would be. Along the way I caught sight of the song sparrow, as well as the yellow throat (warbler). This little guy had me going nuts trying to find and identify him for over a week! He's very common in the park and along the edges of treeline to prairie.It was not until yesterday when I went to the far northwest corner, finding indigo buntings, and other birds I know. Finally I heard the yellow throat's sliding two-note witchy-witchy-witchy-witch. And stood for the longest time waiting for him to move into view. They love to stay inside tangles of branches where you will not be able to see them clearly. At first his yellow throat looked orange and I thought I had something else. But I remained on task and when he moved, he flew into another tree--I followed and finally FINALLY! I got a good view of him!
So, today, when I followed the pathways through the old (first) wetlands, I heard his call and he was in the grasses. Amazingly, you can get rather close to them. I ided him again and shook my head. "So, you're following me around now?" I said to it.
My walk toward the southern section of Afton, (the path that follows Crego Rd.), brought back memories of myself much younger when I used to take hikes out of Cortland down the rail road tracks. Back then it wasn't wise, any more than it is today, but I could not find the wilds anywhere but the areas in the ditches along the tracks. I was so happy when we moved here, and can take a hike whenever I want!
I'm very despondent that the Bobolink has not returned to Afton. I'm not sure why. But I have not seen one in years.
Once I got close to the wetlands, I slowed. Of course the killdeer sounded their alarm, as did the red wings, who were trying to move me on at every ten feet down that trail.
I have not been birdwatching in a while, I've been so busy with my writing, and the job, that I could hardly spare the time unless it was in the backyard. The stealth needed to get close to waterbirds needs a certain patients. You have to be in the mindset of a cat stalking its prey. Stepping quietly, stopping often and holding for a minute. I was able to move out of the cover of the dead stalks of cattails, and into a muddy section that was firm enough I didn't sink. Then I stood there, pulling my sunglasses off, putting the binoculars to my eyes and trying to get a good vision of these birds in the shalow water on the mud flats. I knew the tall, larger ones were the Greater Yellowlegs, there were the lesser yellow legs, but there were much smaller ones in around them, and I couldn't get a good bead on them! I needed to move so that the sun angled on them and not create a shadow.
I knew that a path continued up and around this water to the east, and strode over to that and was rewarded by having these smaller birds closer and I was able to get a better look at their coloring, beaks and so on.
I identified the solitary sandpiper pretty easily from the book. The barred outer tail made the id rather quickly.
then I was down to the "Peeps" I believe they get this name from there "peeping" call. This sandpiper was very small, and it had yellow legs and very pretty feathers on the back, dark outlined with a gold-brown. Going by the Least sandpiper is "very common", and it had a buffy coloring around the head and eyes, I have to say that's what it is.
By this time, I had probably spent an hour watching these birds and had no idea that time had passed by so quickly! (I learned later I'd been gone an hour and 45 min. and Dennis had been out looking for me!) I headed back, figuring the walk back to the house would take me no more than 15 min, if I didn't stop to check out any more birds.
Well, I did. I saw a female Rosebreasted Grossbeak. Her coloring is so deceiving! She looks like a large sparrow, but the eye stripe and her heavy bill made the id easy. Don't fool me to easily, after 40 years of bird watching! But my feathered friends at the mud flats... harder to id than warblers, that's for sure!
My intention was to get down to the mud flats because that's where all the shore birds would be. Along the way I caught sight of the song sparrow, as well as the yellow throat (warbler). This little guy had me going nuts trying to find and identify him for over a week! He's very common in the park and along the edges of treeline to prairie.It was not until yesterday when I went to the far northwest corner, finding indigo buntings, and other birds I know. Finally I heard the yellow throat's sliding two-note witchy-witchy-witchy-witch. And stood for the longest time waiting for him to move into view. They love to stay inside tangles of branches where you will not be able to see them clearly. At first his yellow throat looked orange and I thought I had something else. But I remained on task and when he moved, he flew into another tree--I followed and finally FINALLY! I got a good view of him!
So, today, when I followed the pathways through the old (first) wetlands, I heard his call and he was in the grasses. Amazingly, you can get rather close to them. I ided him again and shook my head. "So, you're following me around now?" I said to it.
My walk toward the southern section of Afton, (the path that follows Crego Rd.), brought back memories of myself much younger when I used to take hikes out of Cortland down the rail road tracks. Back then it wasn't wise, any more than it is today, but I could not find the wilds anywhere but the areas in the ditches along the tracks. I was so happy when we moved here, and can take a hike whenever I want!
I'm very despondent that the Bobolink has not returned to Afton. I'm not sure why. But I have not seen one in years.
Once I got close to the wetlands, I slowed. Of course the killdeer sounded their alarm, as did the red wings, who were trying to move me on at every ten feet down that trail.
I have not been birdwatching in a while, I've been so busy with my writing, and the job, that I could hardly spare the time unless it was in the backyard. The stealth needed to get close to waterbirds needs a certain patients. You have to be in the mindset of a cat stalking its prey. Stepping quietly, stopping often and holding for a minute. I was able to move out of the cover of the dead stalks of cattails, and into a muddy section that was firm enough I didn't sink. Then I stood there, pulling my sunglasses off, putting the binoculars to my eyes and trying to get a good vision of these birds in the shalow water on the mud flats. I knew the tall, larger ones were the Greater Yellowlegs, there were the lesser yellow legs, but there were much smaller ones in around them, and I couldn't get a good bead on them! I needed to move so that the sun angled on them and not create a shadow.
I knew that a path continued up and around this water to the east, and strode over to that and was rewarded by having these smaller birds closer and I was able to get a better look at their coloring, beaks and so on.
I identified the solitary sandpiper pretty easily from the book. The barred outer tail made the id rather quickly.
then I was down to the "Peeps" I believe they get this name from there "peeping" call. This sandpiper was very small, and it had yellow legs and very pretty feathers on the back, dark outlined with a gold-brown. Going by the Least sandpiper is "very common", and it had a buffy coloring around the head and eyes, I have to say that's what it is.
By this time, I had probably spent an hour watching these birds and had no idea that time had passed by so quickly! (I learned later I'd been gone an hour and 45 min. and Dennis had been out looking for me!) I headed back, figuring the walk back to the house would take me no more than 15 min, if I didn't stop to check out any more birds.
Well, I did. I saw a female Rosebreasted Grossbeak. Her coloring is so deceiving! She looks like a large sparrow, but the eye stripe and her heavy bill made the id easy. Don't fool me to easily, after 40 years of bird watching! But my feathered friends at the mud flats... harder to id than warblers, that's for sure!
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