Wordless Wednesday 8/20/08

Mississippi Kites in Newmarket, NH (still)

On Sunday, I convinced Pam to take another run by the now famous Mississippi Kites that have nested in Newmarket, NH. I must give her a lot of credit, because to me it doesn't seem like far away (I used to live a few blocks from where they are now nesting), but it is, in fact, a bit of a haul. These are beautiful birds that are rare enough to see in New England, never mind have nesting. Whenever I do see them I try to (finally) get a good photo, but the problem I've been having has been an issue of lighting, with the sun being high in the sky whenever I can get there, so the contrast is almost unbearable. Perhaps one of these days I can get there in the early morning to catch some of that beautiful light. Mind you, I have NO intention of getting any closer to the nest than a several hundred feet away (more than just across the street like many I've seen) - and in fact, have watched and warned a few people that were getting too close who don't seem to have a barometer of what is sensible and what is not. The kites certainly do not seem to mind the birders, nor the traffic which consists of a almost steady stream of cars and loud motorcycles, as well as walkers.
And, as I said in a past post, there is really no need to get any closer. The adults are impossible to miss, and even the chick, although well hidden in the leafed-out tree, can be seen with a bit of patience.
One obsevation from this past weekend was that the adults seemed to be flying directly to the nest with food, as opposed to the previous weekend when they would perch for a little while on an exposed branch before and after going to the nest (see above). Only once in the 50 minutes I was there this weekend did one land on the previously favored branch. This might have had something to do with the number of Broad-winged Hawks I noticed. When we first arrived, one of the kites was escorting a Broad-wing away. But there were almost constantly two or three Broad-wings visible circling high in the sky.
Incidentally, as far as I can tell, the chick seems to be doing just fine. Getting plenty of food and growing well, and feathering out nicely. We did watch it stand up, stretch it's wings and flap them a few times too. I expect that due to the very northern latitude of this nest, that things are running a bit later than the kites further south (who I understand have just begun to migrate.) I wonder how long it will be before the chick fledges and the whole family heads south?

Weekend birding - Tree Swallows

For those of you who may not know, I will be getting married in just under three weeks, so this past Saturday, we had my bachelor's party, in which we - you guessed it - went birding! Eight of us met at Plum Island in the afternoon (one who had actually been there since early in the morning leading a shorebird ID trip for NH Audubon) with the intention of birding the island until we decided it was time for dinner. Apparently, nobody told mother nature that this was a guys-only event because she quickly showed up and made herself very evident.
The clouds that had been staying somewhat distant moved in, with a little rain - which never really stopped anybody - but the thunderclaps, as well as lightning hitting the ground within a quarter mile of us, made us think twice about sticking around for long. It did eventually pass and we got a bit of birding in. A pair of fawns, which evidently didn't quite understand humans yet, casually trotted past us.
The birds were typical for this time of the year, with plenty of Eastern Kingbirds, and one that simply sat and posed for me, so I couldn't resist a shot or two...
Once again though, the big story on the island was the tens of thousands of Tree Swallows. I blogged about this last weekend, but the numbers have continued to grow, and it is simply amazing. I took a lot of photos because it seemed that the only way to try to convey the numbers...



It (finally) occurred to me to try to capture it in video. It looks great at home, but not sure if the YouTube quality will transfer well here. Nevertheless, here it is:



We then headed off to the world famous Woodman's Restaurant in Essex for dinner, where the Fried Clam was invented, and where you will never go away hungry. The quantity of food at our table was staggering. (As were the constant puns - I'm starting to wonder if this is a "birder thing" of if the whole world is like this. Although I have to be honest, it would be hard to beat the quality of puns we have with this group. The were more groans from the jokes than the full stomachs!) We topped it off with some ice cream, then to a bar for some beer and billiards. In all, a great day.

Thanks to Mark, Kurk, Mark, Eddie, Mike, Rob, and Paul for celebrating with me. I had a blast!

Skywatch Friday 8/15/08

A Rough-legged Hawk hunting over the Plum Island marshes at dawn on January 1, 2008

Wordless Wednesday 8/13/08

Marbled Godwit and the Newmarket, NH Kites

Sunday morning found Pam and I heading north to one of our favorite spots - Parker River NWR on Plum Island. We haven't had much opportunity this summer to head that way - and with gas prices being what they are, the 100+ mile round trip isn't something we'll do often. But, a Marbled Godwit had been reported at the south end of the island, which is also where the Piping Plovers and Least Terns nest, and there are always good shorebirds, gulls, etc to be seen, so we decided that it would be a good day to go. The godwit was quite close and gave a large number of birders excellent looks.

As expected there were plenty of other birds also - the typical Semi-palmated Plovers and Sandpipers, a White-rumped Sandpiper, Piping Plovers, Least and Common Terns, and Great Black-backed, Herring, Ring-billed, and Bonapart's Gulls. This is one of my favorite photos that I've taken of terns to date...


Plum Island is also a staging area for Tree Swallows to gather before migrating south in huge flocks. In August the numbers start to become staggering. This phenomenon is beginning now, and there wasn't a moment on the island where you couldn't see hundreds (and at many times thousands) by simply looking up.

We then stopped for a quick lunch at Bob Lobster on the Plum Island Turnpike and I decided that I wanted to go further north to Newmarket NH to see the Mississippi Kites that are nesting there. This really is a remarkable event. It seems that birders are for the most part being respectful both of the birds and of the property owners in the area, which is nice to see. I was there for about an hour, and watched adults bringing food to the nest. A pattern was quickly discernible - they would fly in and land on a branch across the street, adjust the food that they brought, then go to the nest to feed the chick. After feeding, they would fly back out to the same branch, and preen a bit, and take off to hunt again. The nest itself is quite difficult to see - usually you only get glimpses of a bundle of sticks. I expect that if you got closer to the tree or under it, you might be able to see it better, but I wasn't going to try. And there really isn't any need to. The light wasn't great for photos (very backlit) but the adults provided crippling looks!

Adult after coming back from nest.

Preparing for takeoff...

Heading off to hunt

Hunting

Food acquired

Cicada

This will be the first post of two from this past weekend.

On Saturday afternoon, Pamela and I took a short walk at Horn Pond, and although the birds were pretty quiet (which I frankly expected) we did come across this cicada that looks like it just broke free from it's nymph shell.
When we got home, I pulled out my Kaufman Guide to Insects of North America as well as doing a quick google search (because I know embarrassing little about insects) in hopes that this was one of the 'periodical' 17 year cicadas that I had heard about earlier in the season. (I guess this is an expected year for them) It turns out to be one of our regular ol' annuals. But it was pretty cool nevertheless. The color on it was amazing.

It seems that the nymphs, after going through several molts underground, and when the temperature is right (and who know what other myriad factors might be involved) crawl up to the trunk of a tree, and the adult breaks out of the nyphy shell, and hangs out there until it's wings dry. I think we just happened to be in the right place at the right time to see this guy.