Outtakes from SCBWF January 23, 2014:
Male and female Painted Buntings at the Merrit Island National Wildlife Refuge Visitors’ Center.
Some pseudo-random sampling of photographs taken during the Space Coast Birding & Wildlife Festival this year.
I took a brief detour on my way somewhere this morning to check out a location that members of the FLORIDABIRDS-L mailing list reported as having a Western Tanager in recent days.
I stopped there and bumped into a list member, Earl, who was looking for the bird as well. I spent about 20 minutes or so, but the tanager never appeared. We did see some other birds, which I will list below.
On my way back to the car, I saw a very pale colored bird fly up from the brush along the roadside and into the top of a nearby tree. Perhaps it was the residual heady excitment of a Snowy Owl being reported near Jacksonville this winter that got into my head, but my first thought was, “Oh my goodness, that’s a Snow Bunting!” I took a few photographs of it before it flew away. I made the “honest” mistake of immediately going to the “SNOWBIRDS” page of my Peterson guide and looking at the Snow Bunting illustration to confirm my sighting. I didn’t once think to look at any potentially similar species.
My excitement was unabated until I reached my destination, and then used a laptop to upload the photographs to Photobucket and then fire an e-mail off to FLORIDABIRDS-L asking for verification of my Snow Bunting.
The responses I got were both ironicaly funny and ego-deflating. What I had seen was an American Goldfinch in winter plumage!
Mildly embarassing, yes, but it was also funny and illustrative of the confirmation bias common in birding and in many other instances of our lives.
Here’s the otherwise rich list of birds seen this morning in 20 minutes of birding:
The unofficial 2014 species count is 48.
In just one week I’ll be attending various sessions and field trips at the Space Coast Birding & Wildlife Festival.
If anyone reading this is attending (or planning, though a lot of slots might be taken by now), here’s where I’ll be.
My schedule of events, beginning on next Thursday:
Thursday, January 23rd:
08:00 am – 11:30 am: Birding with Laura Erickson
03:00 pm – 04:00 pm: Annual Journey of the Swallow-tailed Kite*
06:30 pm – 08:30 pm: Evening Owl Prowl at Sam’s House
Friday, January 24th:
06:45 am – 11:30 am: Turkey Creek Tract – C. H. Bronson State Forest
(This is not Turkey Creek Sanctuary)
04:00 pm – 07:00 pm: Black Rails at the St. Johns NWR
Saturday, January 25th:
05:15 am – 11:00 am: Red-cockaded Woodpeckers & More
12:30 pm – 02:30 pm: Laura’s Conservation Big Year (Laura Erickson)*
Sunday, January 26th:
06:00 am – 12:00 pm: Marl Bed Flats – Lake Jesup Conservation Area
Monday, January 27th:
06:30 am – 06:00 pm: Pelagic Birding Boat Trip
[make-up/weather day is Tuesday, January 28th.]
* denotes classroom presentation
I’m getting excited! But dang, I am going to be getting up EARLY….
The biggest “leap” of birding ability I made came when I started to really pay attention to the birds I was hearing, as well as the birds I was seeing. Most “expert” birders do much, if not most, of their observing by ear. Personally, I would say that sometimes well over half the birds I record and observe are first discovered by hearing them.

..It’s just that I’d rather… just… SING!
I recently had a bit of a health scare. Last year, I noticed I was having to ask people to repeat what they were saying, and I developed tinnitus. I had a series of hearing tests over the course of several months which seemed to verify some hearing loss, especially in higher frequencies. I started to wonder if I was missing some bird calls and songs on my birding hikes.
It’s normal, as we age, to start losing our higher frequency hearing ability. From what I’ve read, this actually starts to happen earlier, on average, than we might think – by our 30s many of us are already losing the highest range. I had been blessed so far to have kept most of my higher frequency hearing, but it seemed that now as I entered my 40s, it was catching up.

Chart showing average hearing loss by age and gender. You can see that as a person ages, the ability to hear higher frequency sounds drops fastest.
The effect of losing one’s hearing really hit me when I’ve bumped into some very experienced birders in their 70s and early 80s. Their visual acuity never ceases to amaze me, but I noticed that, even with my nascent hearing loss, they were not reacting to most of the bird calls around us. On one visit to Turkey Creek, there was a massive commotion of Northern Cardinals giving their alarm calls. Interspersed with their calls were those of at least two other bird species. After seeing the person I was with not react at all, I hesitantly asked, “I wonder what all that noise is over?” To which my companion blankly stared at me and said, “Oh, what, you’re hearing some birds?” Hearing some birds? It sounded like the birds were expecting the Apocalypse!
We’ll all have to face up to the effects of aging, and for birders that means at some point many of us will start to lose a range of hearing that includes call notes of most warblers, sparrows and Cardinalids (as well as others).
For now, though, I have been given a bit of a reprieve. My last hearing test showed recovery of my high-frequency hearing to near to previoius levels (though my tinnitus hasn’t disappeared), and I’ve been able to still hear warblers and sparrows call while flying high overhead before dawn, the bickering of cardinals, and even the quietly beautiful bubbling of gnatcatchers.
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher softly singing.
I can only hope that when my hearing starts to fade that I can sharpen my visual ability like those of my experienced birding colleagues, who still seem to get whole-hearted enjoyment out of watching birds.
Outtakes from the Viera Wetlands on December 1st.
Left to right, by row:
Click to enlarge and browse.
This past Sunday, I headed to the Ritch Grissom Memorial Wetlands at Viera (a.k.a. The Viera Wetlands) to check out the winter resident bird situation. I was last there this spring with my friend Cedric.
It was a cloudy and misty day, which will be evident in some of the pictures.
Just as in years past, these wetlands attract large congregations of waterfowl (mainly ducks and certain members of the rail family).

One of many rafts of American Coots.
Right now, the American Coots are by far the most visibly numerous, but on closer inspection, there were a few interlopers among the rafts of chattering coots, including Pied-billed Grebes, Blue-winged Teals, Lesser Scaups, Hooded Mergansers, and Northern Shovelers (a first!).

Pied-billed Grebe in winter plumage.

A Nothern Shoveler female, can you dig it?
Of course, the usual waders were present as well, though there seemed to be a larger concentration of Tri-colored Herons than I’ve seen anywhere recently.

You can see how blustery and damp it was by this Tri-colored Heron, balled up to conserve heat.
Anhingas outnumbered cormorants, though most had already done their morning fishing by the time I arrived. I’ve not often seen an Anhinga’s feet, but here you can see one of the reasons why they are such strong swimmers.

I bet there are divers who would kill for a pair of flippers like these.
It was fun to see more Palm Warblers and Savannah Sparrows, too. Savannah Sparrows are quickly getting my vote as Bird with Personality!
But this Boat-tailed Grackle was campaigning pretty hard, too. He landed about 2 feet from me. His total attitude had me laughing out loud. Boat-tailed Grackles seem to think they are Hot Stuff!

Attitude without the Platitude.
There were non-avian residents as well. Along the wetland’s perimeter a pair of White-tailed Deer ran past. I think a mother and a yearling (is that a deer thing?). I was a bit surprised they were out in the open that late in the morning, but they soon found some brush to take cover in.
At least 2 species of terns were present as well. The most common were Forster’s Terns (another first) which were diving for fish and frogs. In this photograph you can see the characteristic “ear” markings of the species’ winter plumage.
Unlike my spring-time visit, there were only a few Crested Caracaras around, and with the weather, very few vultures. Apart from a brief glimpse of an unidentified buteo species, the only other predatory birds not hunting fish were the Loggerhead Shrikes.

Don’t let the songbird schitck fool you. Loggerhead Shrikes are deadly.
As far as total species count, this trip was nearly as productive as Pine Island was two weeks ago.
Total species list:
With the addition of the Forster’s Tern and Northern Shoveler, my 2013 species count is at 144.
Some outtakes from the Pine Island Conservation Area last week.
Left to right, by row:
Click to enlarge and browse.
Erna Nixon Park was at one time a green jewel in the middle of Melbourne’s suburban spread and light industrial areas near the airport. When I first moved to the Space Coast, I would often stop there before work each morning and walk the 1/2 mile or so boardwalk. If I was there before the joggers, I’d often have to dodge a few spiderwebs, but it usually made for a great start of the day. There were usually birds around, including Ruby-throated Hummingbirds, American Redstarts, Common Yellowthroats, Blue-headed Vireos, and many others. It’s listed as a hot spot on the Great Florida Birding Trail.
Of late, though, it’s become very much changed. Even during the spring and fall migrations, bird-life has been very sparse and spotty. This year, I did see some hummers and warblers (as well as the ubiquitous Blue Jays, Carolina Wrens and Northern Cardinals0, but overall it has been quieter than Turkey Creek Sanctuary was this fall. Whether this is a symptom of the park, the neighborhood or the birds themselves, I don’t know.
I decided to take an hour or so to walk the boardwalk this morning and see what the winter resident situation was. True to form, it was eerily quiet in the park. The most noticible noise was from the various aircraft taking off and landing at the airport, the commercial contruction down the road adjacent to the airport, and the traffic along the main road. And yet it still seemed to spooky.
I saw no birds at all, and only heard a single Blue-grey Gnatcatcher for most of the boardwalk. I took the loop “backwards” today – that is, I ended up passing the various “vista” points along the walk in reverse numbered order. As I paused near “Vista I” I did finally catch some movement in the brush below, and saw a small grouping of warlbers. While I did get some very good binocular views, I was unable to get the camera to take any decent photographs through the dense brush. Here’s the list:
So, not a totally unproductive walk, as far as birding goes. It started spooky and sad, but ended up pretty sweet. At least there was some action. I think it might be a little odd to see a Worm-eating warbler here this time of year, but there are always stragglers after the main migration (or migration is much more spread out and running later now?). It was the bird I got the best look at, and it’s always exciting to see a new “lifer.” At least I’m still an inexperienced enough birder to have many of those opportunities left.
What a difference a few months make! After the disappointing fall migration in the area, I am turning my focus to the winter residents that have arrived (with more to come). I went to the Pine Island Conservation area thinking I’d mostly be seeing the winter resident ducks and other waterfowl. Instead, I had one of the biggest single-day (well, half day for me) species haul that I can remember, outside of the SCBWF. The list I posted yesterday will follow this entry.
It took a bit of work to see 30+ species of bird yesterday. Unlike Turkey Creek Sanctuary (on a good day) or Erna Nixon Park in its hey-day, Pine Island had a fairly low bird density, apart from a few gatherings of Killdeer and Black Vultures. I walked A LOT. The morning started out promising right out of the gate.
First, I had not noticed this on my first visit here. Through the morning haze the top part of NASA’s huge Vehicle Assembly Building (VAB) was visible over the tree-tops. This means I was closer to the Kennedy Space Center than I realized! I am seriously mulling over this place as a launch-viewing opportunity, especially when human flights resume.

NASA’s VAB looms in the distance.
After scaring off a noisy contingent of Killdeers, I saw some Yellow-rumped Warblers, some sparrows (later IDed as Song Sparrows), and a Downy Woodpecker.

Just like a Hairy Woodpecker, only more portable!
The day’s first great photo-op went to these photogenic Black Vultures. The one on the right was a bit shy, and snuggled up and behind its companion as I went by. I don’t know if they are a mated pair, or an adult and immature.

The family that scavenges together, stays together.
Farther along the path around the pond, there was activity on the ground, with more Song Sparrows and Savannah Sparrows foraging and then flitting off the path and diving over the embankment to my left as I got too close. This Savannah Sparrow stayed behind as some sort of picket.
There was also an Eastern Phoebe catching insects from a sallying perch in a palm tree. There were a few phoebes around the park, as well as an Eastern Wood-pewee.

This phoebe was very shaded, but the relative lack of field-marks is evident (is that any oxymoron?).

For comparison, here’s a better lit individual!
Out on the pond, quite a distance away, was a scaup, but I could not tell if it was a Lesser Scaup or a Greater Scaup. It was very wary, staying well away from me no matter where along the pond shore I was.
A few Double-crested Cormorants flew overhead, and I noticed some White Ibises along the shoreline.
A bit further down, I noticed another bird mixed in with the sparrows, showing more yellow than anything I’d seen to that point. There was a pair of Common Yellowthroats in the brush. The male took a moment to pose for me.

Common Yellowthroat, ready for action!
There were a handful of Anhingas, drying their wings from a morning fishing expedition along the pond, and several egrets. I also flushed out an aggravated Great Blue Heron.
When I arrived at the north end of the pond, I turned left down a path. The north side of Pine Island borders the Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge (marked by a low wire fence). As I walked along this section, I distinctly heard the call of a Yellow-billed Cuckoo. I paused but was unable to see it, nor did it call again. The last time I’d seen or heard this bird was in the early 1990s in Massachusetts, so even just one call was thrilling to hear!
After another left, the path led south, parallel to the pond, but on the other side of some mangroves and other swampy vegetation. I noticed some rather large animal droppings, most of which had berries in them. There was also areas of the ground tore up and the soil turned over. It took a while for my brain to figure out what I was seeing, but my thoughts were interrupted by some large splishing in the wooded swamp to my right. I saw some brown animal legs, and though, “Oh, a deer!” and stopped and tried to peer into the underbrush to get a look as it passed by. I could hear walking, but nothing came into view. I stepped back onto the path and caught my breath.

Wild pig, hogging the path. I kid. Sort of.
Wild pigs can be aggressive, so I was unsure what to do. I only managed this photo, because my presence was not welcome. She grunted at me a couple of times, then splashed back into the swamp. I took a few breaths and continued on the path, looking back into the swampy area to catch another look. I did this a few times, and each time, I heard a low grunting growl that sounded “big”. I realized that while the legs I saw were a light brown or tan, the female I saw was decidedly dark. There was a good chance I was being threatened by a male, so I stopped looking back and headed briskly down the trail.
Along this section, there were some Grey Catbirds and Northern Cardinals, but not much else visible. I assumed the path would eventually join up at the south end of the pond and I could get back to where i started. Unfortunately, the path ultimately broke right, away from where I needed to go, so I had to hike the whole length back.
Just before getting to the end of the path again, I saw another flycatcher. I have not yet been able to identify it. The main field mark I noted was a distinctly yellowish throat and breast. I did not see any strong head markings, and I was unable to tell if it had wing-bars or not. It was about the size of a phoebe (perhaps a bit larger). If any of my blog readers would like to suggest candidate birds, they are most welcome to offer them. There were some Palm Warblers along this path, too.
When I got back out to the pond, I decided to circle around to the east side and around. As I looked across the pond, I saw something a bit peculiar.
What manner of monster was this? Seconds later the beast’s head appeared.

Oh, what great teeth you have!
This was the largest of 5 adult alligators I saw. This one was at least about 8 feet long. Some of them were basking along the pond’s shore and were not very pleased with my disruption of their morning. Luckily, they all chose to break for the water, making a tremendous splash each time.

It was careful to keep facing toward me as I walked past.
As I approached the southern end of the pond, there were more Killdeers, some Cattle Egrets, a Great Blue Heron and, on the water, some Pied-billed Grebes. I love grebes. In Massachusetts, where I started birding as a teenager, a old traditional name for Pied-billed Grebes was “Water Witch” because of the ability of these birds to slowly submerge while swimming upright, then “disappearing” without a ripple only to reappear some distance away in the same manner. Early and, unfortunately, superstitious settlers thought it was by dark magic, and that these birds might in fact be witches disguising themselves as birds.

Which is witch and who is who?
As nuts as this sounds, recall that the Great Auk was thought to be a witch as well (though its demise was a much due to exploitation as a food source).
There were more herons at the southern most end of the pond. This pair of cousins paused in their foraging to pose for this lovely shot.

Tri-colored Heron and Snowy Egret, sychronized staring.
At this point it became clear that the path along this side of the pond did NOT connect around to the other side, so I had to hike my way all the way back around to get to my car. At first I was fairly aggravated, as my feet and ankles were very sore (and ant-bit from earlier). But there wasn’t much I could do about it, so I held my head up and started back. I saw a Red-shouldered Hawk and more Anhingas, among other birds. Back on the western side of the pond were more Savannah Sparrows and Palm Warblers.
I took one more look across the pond to the VAB, this time in full sun (with heat ripples). My feet were tired, and it was about an hour beyond when I expected to be finished, but it was a banner day with 33 definitive species identifications! Just think of how it will be when the waterfowl and other winter residents arrive.
Here’s the complete list of birds (taken from yesterday’s quick post):
Winter residents FTW! (not in order seen)