Sunday, March 29, 2015

Spring is Trying

Despite the cold (32 F and windy in New York City) I saw these flowers today where last week there was snow. Some day soon this year's interesting insects and baby birds will come. Click to enlarge.  

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Spring

I took this photo on Saturday, yesterday, the first full day of spring.
That's three inches of fresh snow.  Click to enlarge.
It's cold outside and winter is stubbornly hanging on in the northeast. But there is hope. All winter long the robin in these photos has been coming to my porch to eat raisins and he has been very quiet.

For the last few days he has been getting noticeably more vocal. He is not singing yet, but he is making calls and sweet whispery sounds that presage songs that will come soon.
In anticipation, here is a quote from the Song of Solomon,  2:11-12.

...behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. 

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Ruddy Ducks

The ruddy duck, Oxyura jamaicensus, is one cute little duck you might see on the Atlantic coast in winter. They mainly breed in prairie potholes out west; and when the males acquire their cinnamon colored breeding plumage, their common name makes more sense. I took these pictures of ruddy ducks in non-breeding plumage last fall at the Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge in New Jersey. 
Click to enlarge. 
Do you know what time ducks wake up?
          At the quack of dawn!

Do you know how to get down off a horse? 
          You don't get down off a horse, you get down off a duck! 

  A man and a duck are walking outside together. Suddenly the man sees a low flying plane and yells, "DUCK!" The duck looks back at him, annoyed, and yells, "MAN!" 


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Ruddy Turnstone

Ruddy turnstones, Arenaria interpres. Click to enlarge. 
I see ruddy turnstones in the nicest places -- ocean beaches, mud flats, jetties, rocky shores, and boat docks. There are usually a few of them around New York and New Jersey in winter. I saw these in Cape May, New Jersey. They can be found wintering on the coasts of five other continents, too: Europe, Asia, South America, Africa, and Australia. In summer they fly far north to breed on arctic tundra in North America and Eurasia.

Turnstones get their common name from ... turning stones. They push their beaks under stones or shells and flip them over to look for food underneath. Sometimes a few turnstones work together to flip something. They also probe in seaweed, soil, and sand. In winter they eat mainly marine invertebrates. In summer they can feast on insects, too.

Ruddy turnstones are about nine inches long. They have black bibs, white bellies, and orange legs. Both males and females have brown wings and when they fly they show bright white stripes on wings and backs. They will soon molt into breeding plumage. A breeding male ruddy turnstone has a reddish back contrasting with the bright white head and black bib; it is very spiffy in a harlequin kind of way.

The ruddy turnstone stars in the opening stanza of Five Feathered Foragers, a poem by John Woods:

The ruddy turnstone flips each shell
From Baffin Island to South Brazil 




Sunday, March 1, 2015

Subway Sparrow Refuge

Most of the city's house sparrows are puffing up their feathers and trying to keep warm, but not all of them. Click to enlarge. 
I take an express train to the 59th Street subway station where I can either go above ground and walk the rest of the way to the museum, or catch a local train. When the weather is bad, as it has been throughout February, I catch the local train and ride the rest of the way. The 59th Street station is busy with commuters, the intersection of several train lines, newsstands, street performers, and ... birds. It's full of birds!

One day last week the train doors opened and I was surrounded by the sound of chirping birds, so many chirping birds I could hear them over the din of the trains. I also heard some incongruously loud mariachi music. For a moment I was tricked into forgetting winter. I looked around and saw a flock of sparrows chirping in the rafters, some hopping on the platform, and a few more pulling a half-eaten danish from a trashcan. It was 7 degrees F above ground that day. Clever birds to fly down the stairs and away from all that!

Further down the platform a man holding a microphone burst into a Mexican song. A passerby stopped to dance. The birds chirped and fluttered.

Computer generated recreation... 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Upcoming Wigeons

Last week I saw this pair of American wigeon ducks in the cold and partially frozen East River. The male is on the left. Click to enlarge. 
I spent the intervening time indoors nursing a cold and looking through old photos, and I found this shot of a pair in breeding plumage. The male, on the right, is sometimes called a "baldpate," which means baldheaded, because of the white stripe on its head. Something to look forward to! 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Bush Terminal Park

Tired of being kept indoors by the cold, I ventured out yesterday to look at this new Brooklyn park. It was pretty darned cold, about 25 F, and I didn't stay long. Click here for information about and directions to the park. Click here for a great place to have lunch while you are there. 
The park is surrounded by industrial waterfront buildings from an earlier age.  Click to enlarge the photos. 
In the park, a flock of cold-looking ring-billed gulls, Larus delawarensis, were standing on the ice. 
More cold-looking gulls hunkered down on the rocks. 
The rocks by the shore were icy. 
A few Canada geese, Branta canadensis, were walking through the dry grass. 
A pair of American wigeons (Anas penelope) swam by. The male is  on the left and the female on the right. 
A few rafts of bufflehead ducks (Bucephala albeola) swam offshore. 
One of the buffleheads caught an arthropod snack! 
Closer!