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Alas, the team named for a bird fell short of the crown in Super Bowl XLIX. While many human beings felt anguish and rage at the loss, most avifauna appeared unperturbed. The non-Seahawk birds that caught my eye this weekend were Northern Cardinals , which always look their best burning crimson against a blanket of white snow.
Alas, they both kept their heads down until long after we’d left. My ill-advised twitch was a run for the Long Island Ruffs recently spotted on the south shore. Corey and I staked out the location early in the morning and logged a lot of time waiting for either of them to show. This is why I hate twitching!
Alas, only 12 plants remain from that season, victims of my inexperienced care. Alas, this is what I must trim. (The neighbors had advised me, from experience, that planting trees without excluding the local free-ranging livestock would be an exercise in futility: first challenge overcome.)
Alas, the pickings were slim apart from one freezing raptor counter. Sometimes the little things really do mean the most. Ivy and I braved what I hope is the last bout of winter cold in these parts to see what was happening at the Braddock Bay Hawk Watch platfrom.
Alas – both Trinidad and Tobago each have two Myiarchus flycatchers. Notorious for being difficult to identify, the ideal situation would be to have no possible overlap of species. One is found on Trinidad only, the other on Tobago only – and the third is found on both islands.
Alas, I didn’t locate any but found enjoyment in a prolonged standoff between mobbing Red-eyed Vireos and a Blue Jay who refused to take the hint. How am I supposed to enjoy a pre-summer weekend dressed in all these layers? Despite my disdain for this unseasonable chill, I chased a variety of Rochester rarities this weekend.
Alas, I must wait for another opportunity. So we waited, and waited. It preened, looked around, preened some more, fluffed up a bit. After about half an hour, it began to vocalize – and then flew off into the darkness. Thankfully I had seen it earlier this year and there were no powerlines around that time.
Alas, mating is a down and dirty affair and the female ruby-throat drives off males faster than the crazy girl at a party weeping into her cranberry vodka lamenting how her five cats have given her more satisfying companionship than any male who has dared ever ask her on a date.
Alas, I had no time outdoors this weekend, which leaves House Sparrows sheltering a giant wreath as my Best Bird of the Weekend. Winter may not technically begin for another couple of weeks, but frigid temperatures and wicked snow are assailing various parts of North America.
Alas, these gentle rains may not always speed spring migrants on their way to breeding grounds far from the equator. April showers most assuredly bring May flowers in the more temperate portions of the Northern Hemisphere. Any luck this weekend? The ridiculous cold afflicting the northeastern U.S.
Alas, the long slog to spring will take many, many more frigid, blustery weeks. Keep your eyes to the skies for freaky hybrids ! If you live on my side of the globe–north/south axis, of course–you may be as sick as I am of winter weather.
Alas, the only thing either of us found worth making a call about was the white cowbird, which I refound in one of the huge flocks of cowbirds and starlings that have been roaming around Fort Tilden. He had seen the bird a couple of minutes earlier but then a Merlin had come past and he lost the white bird in the frantic flock.
Alas, it was not to be. In fact, I believe that I may, possibly, have sent my boyfriend a chat message containing just that one word and and exclamation point. Then I sent him a picture to explain my excitement. I still don’t think he quite got it, but that didn’t matter. Lammergeyers!
Rumor has it the falls are fantastic for gulls, but alas only in winter! If you’re not sure why moths deserve your wonder or how you should observe this annual extravaganza, check the excellent National Moth Week website. More visitors from out of town will be bringing me to North America’s most famous waterfall, Niagara Falls.
But alas, my comedic skills are subpar. In truly absurd, I am not making this up news, villagers in Turkey recently accused a bird of being an Israeli spy. There’s a joke in here somewhere stemming from the fact that the country’s name is Turkey. Have at it in the comments, if you like.).
Choosing among the hawks, eagles, and owls at the raptor residence (alas no rehab for these irreparably injured birds of prey) and the active late winter species in the park seemed impossible, until an impressive Pileated Woodpecker put on a powerful display of excavatory activity.
Even the first Common House Martin has been spotted and the flocks of returning Common (Eurasian) Cranes here and there – alas, not by me. However, Garganeys and Northern Lapwings are back; the other day I saw my first Black Stork of the season and Eurasian Skylarks are already singing in flight above the fields.
Alas, the New York coastline is nowhere near as picturesque as the Pacific coast as our photo above by Duncan shows. This verse and many of the others in Thomas’s Poem in October references birds. Were I to write a poem about October, I’d do the same. How about you? Where will you be this weekend and will you be birding?
Alas, we did not hear our Roadrunners vocalize, although I have heard sing on one other visit to La Escalera. They seem to derive their common name more from the habits of their better-known relative, than from their own habits. Number 4 proves my point. Lesser Roadrunners also do not know when to stop with the eyeliner.
We took my father-in-law’s new boat out to a barrier island south of Chincoteague NWR… alas, I had so little faith in our first voyage that I left my camera home for safety. My Piping Plover experience was probably better, as I was surrounded by at least 5 in un-plover-like proximity. <strong>How about you?
Alas, although I was once a California boy, I have never seen a California Condor. Here in Mexico, I can almost always count on Black Vultures and Turkey Vultures to pad each outing’s list by two species. Occasionally I have been lucky enough to see Lesser Yellow-headed Vultures in tropical Mexico.
Alas, our trip to the sea was not to be! The trip began with plans made by world birder Pirjo Lakso to see if we could do a repeat of the fantastic pelagic trip we did in April, earlier this year. The evening before our trip, we received word of high winds and rough waters; seas much too rough for a boat.
Alas – thick clouds in the rainforest only mean one thing: rain. My fortunes began to swing with the passage of time, as I guess all good pendulums tend to do. That White-necked Thrush I patiently waited on earlier showed up again, this time sitting in plain view. White-necked Thrush. The encroaching darkness.
The cows and their entourage of Cattle Egrets sloshed through the pastures, each time they moved we lurched forward hoping to see a disturbed Grey-breasted Crake hop into view – but alas, no such luck even though we were hearing the little skulkers consistently.
Alas, there must have been some lesson taking place that was beyond my understanding. We observed the adult bird drink hesitantly from the river, and I wondered why it didn’t opt for a safer, more secluded option. Surely there must have been copious carnivores lurking in the murky water who wouldn’t mind a feathery snack.
Alas, I am not among them. At the Uvac Dam (cover photo), a large group of conference participants was leaving the shuttle bus as I stopped the car… While I carefully reversed through the scattered bunch, a lucky few saw the main prize landing at the hilltop vulture restaurant: the huge Cinereous Vulture (or Eurasian Black Vulture)!
Alas, this little lovely perched on a wire just outside the window of the classroom where I was teaching at the moment, so no photos were taken. And they are so trusting that I found myself musing whether I would lose Lifer Points if one should happen to climb onto my lap. I confess that I did, however, momentarily lose all concentration.
The Ala Shan Redstart (which I will not call Przevalski’s Redstart, see my juvenile rants about the evil Mr Przevalski in earlier editions of this blog) is a very attractive bird and – as many attractive birds – listed as Near Threatened. “ Not the bird’s fault, I guess.
Among teak and bamboo thickets, a winding forest road takes us deeper into the enchanted Snake Jungle, but alas, not a Tiger in sight. Birds included common species such as Black Drongos , Jungle Babblers and a Hoopoe. Nitin will stay for a few more days and get his close-ups of Tigers.)
Alas, I haven’t found a way to make it work. I’ve tried to rig up an iPhone adapter to my spotting scope by using an iPhone case and trying to attach it to the Swarovski DCA –that one is my favorite adapter because it slips off the scopes eyepiece quickly.
Alas, as the decade progressed, I also saw the site degenerate. First, fences started to appear. Sections were logged, to be replaced with avocado groves, or, even worse, the biological desert of unvaried pasture.
Alas, these highly unpredictable birds seem to have moved on. We saw 72 species, although in winter we could have found 30 more. This Monday we went to the path to Triquillo, to check out a burnt-out forest that might offer the Aztec Thrushes my biologist friends lust after.
Alas, the winds blew nothing exceptional my way. Every week, the winds carry the unexpected hither and yon. Were you hither? Were you yon? If so, we’d love to hear what you found there. In fact, my weekend avifauna was so prosaic that a lone House Finch stood out as the most interesting sighting.
Alas, I won’t be anywhere near penguins this weekend, so I’ll have to make do with whatever uncommon shorebirds trickle through Lake Ontario. Entering is easy, but you should get to it quickly, as the promotion ends when August does. At the very least, thinking about penguins might keep you cool while summer still sizzles!
Alas, we’re also intimately acquainted with darker emotions; the lust in our hearts alone (for lifers and optics, naturally) exacts a heavy emotional toll.
I didn’t think I’d dip on a resident, sedentary, and supposedly unmissable bird – but alas, such is the beautiful unpredictability of nature. Nevertheless, it was still a magical experience sitting in the jungle. The post Dipping in Guyana first appeared on 10,000 Birds.
Many of them are heavenly islands, alas, with 100 or less bird species. Which leaves me with quite a few choices – practically the entire tropical belt, right? Out of almost 200 countries of the World, more than 100 are in the tropics. Some regions are politically unstable, e.g. most of Central and Western Africa. Scratched from the list.
Alas, I have found no viable acorns anywhere this past year — just as I am figuring out how to get oak seedlings to survive. They look promising: You may note that I have no oak seedlings this year. But of the native trees I would like to grow, the Jamaican Nettletree (Trema micrantha) surpasses all the rest.
Alas, Atlanta couldn’t seal the deal in the second half, but Baltimore bullied their way to the Big Game. Those of us perched precariously at the intersection of birds and sports couldn’t help but hope for a Bird Bowl, where both teams competing in Super Bowl XLVII were named for birds.
But, alas, the Novel Coronavirus did not respect my plans. And while it was to be a work (ministry) trip, I had still managed to schedule it right during the migratory peak along these two major corridors. I was soooo excited about getting to know the Middle East, as well as some of its exotic species.
Alas, our Western Gull was nowhere to be found! When not loafing by the fish shops, the gull sometimes takes sun on a nearby roof, even perching on the roof of the ferry that crosses the Gulf of Nicoya. With this birding knowledge in mind, we made a few passes by the shops, checked as many boats as we could and scanned rooftops.
Two weekends ago, I took a little jaunt to Eagle Lake hoping to see the complete courtship display of the Western and Clark’s Grebes but alas, I was too late. They are already nesting. I did see several American White Pelicans though, including this immature bird (click on photos for full sized images).
Alas, they were too distant to photograph. Though I see these birds often in the winter, their plumage is as grey as their name suggests. But when they acquire their breeding plumage they are, like so many waders, birds transformed, with the black belly contrasting with the silver-spangled back.
And when you do get it to come within sight (alas, with playback, always), it can be as bold as any other member of this cocky family. In other words, it is a bird photographer’s nightmare. But there is no missing its beautiful song wringing through a canyon.
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