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Knowing this, we were certainly far from disappointed by our experience but we of course all dreamed of a closer view. Our Snow Leopard sat, quite Cheetah-like, before stalking off and once again rolling in the gravel, apparently an indication of the desire to mask its scent before a hunt. View of our camp in the Rhumbak Valley.
Birders roll their eyes – of course snipe really exist, and of course they’re not a subspecies of jackalope! Real snipe hunting, for those that partake of such practices, is a daytime activity that involves guns and being able to track the birds’ rapid flight from cover. – but don’t dig deeper.
The subject was not hunting; it was contest killing. At the end of the day, however, no one from the club’s side ever addressed the actual issue: that people who have no problem with hunting do have a problem with mass slaughter, especially when it is being taught to children. As a group, yes, we are anti-hunting,” she said.
It is estimated that tens of thousands of shorebirds continue to be taken annually by hunting clubs on just these three islands. This practice is a throwback to more than a century ago when gunners hunted shorebirds throughout the Americas. Shorebird hunting within these areas continues to be unregulated to the present time.
Of course, the deluded folks just spin and lie and make stuff up. Birds are a long way down a cat’s food chain so well-fed cats tend not to hunt at all, he says. And cats, regardless of the amount of food provided for them, hunt instinctually. For example, how many lies can you find in the quote below from this article ?
It's been five years since the hunting ban was passed in Britain. It bans fox hunting, hare coursing, and stag hunting. Tags: UK fox hunting hare coursing stag hunting. You can still flush a fox out with dogs, but you can't kill it. If the Tories take over, it could be in real jeopardy.
The number of people who hunt waterfowl in the US has declined since the mid 1990s. From the abstract of the study: Current waterfowl populations provide liberal hunting seasons, but waterfowl hunter numbers have declined since the mid–1990s. And, of course, bird watchers are in a sense free-loading on the duck stamps as well.
With the proposed hunting seasons on sandhill cranes being discussed in Tennessee, Kentucky and Wisconsin, we must not forget the whooping crane, which travels and winters in the big sandhill crane flocks. More states will doubtless join the queue of those proposing hunts. Quick: what’s this? Photo used by permission of Arthur M.
I get that you’re really angry, I mean, he was a popular lion and yes, his cute widdle cubs will probably die to, but I can’t help feeling you’ve kind of missed the point a bit, and well, ending all hunting in Africa will not solve much and maybe make things worse and… No, no, I’m not a hunter. I’m sorry.
If you ever wonder why so many American birders leaven their love of nature with a little self-loathing, look no further than the National Survey of Fishing, Hunting, and Wildlife-Associated Recreation , which the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service conducts every five years or so. Birders pay bupkis. It’s that damnable Duck Stamp.
” Now, it doesn’t take much to notice a “mouse gradation year”: of course you’ll simply see them, much more frequently than in non-gradational years. Then of course, there are the predators. The kestrels , on the other hand, will more frequently hunt from low perches. Gotta be mouse gradation.
Activities such as hunting, fishing, and trapping are categorized as “consumptive” uses. In contrast, consumptive uses were minor: fishing accounted for 10 percent and hunting was just 4 percent. Of course, the study does not purport to rank refuges based on visitation-based economic output, as that is just one metric.
This, of course, is a major reason to be concerned about climate change — more devastating than simply warmer overall temperatures is a change in the timing of various components in relation to each other, a wrench in gears of such vast complexity that we are still only beginning to grasp them.
While I have visited a few birding sites around the Netherlands during the course of my Bachelor studies, I did not go birding a lot around the city where I lived, Maastricht. I was very happy about this lifer as I had been hoping to see this species in autumn during my stay on Heligoland.
Of course I’ve seen these birds in Florida many times but I never really appreciated just how big these nocturnal bucket mouths are. They have long raptor-like wings that enable swift flight, large eyes for nocturnal hunting, bristles close to the bill to aid in prey capture and a mouth that truly defies description.
Seeing several different American Bitterns up close and hunting in the open was a fascinating experience which probably explains why I took so many pictures of them. Of course, I was unable to keep to just five, but I did keep it well under two hundred. How ridiculous? I am one of those birders. At least, I don’t think you would.)
Red-tailed Hawks often hunt through dusk in San Francisco. And of course, the reason we get ourselves together and get out there is the birds. A kelp mound looms during the search for Sanderlings in Point Reyes. Abbotts Lagoon welcomes the night and so do Burrowing Owls. Searching for Golden Gate Great Horned Owls. Owling anyone?
This Cocoa Woodcreeper was hunting for a meal around a fallen tree and thankfully was eye level long enough for me to get a decent photo showing off its enchanting facial patterns. On the topic of patience, the Plain-brown Woodcreeper follows rivers of army ants as they course through the forest floor, much like antbirds do.
Hunting of Scarlet Ibis for their feathers as well as drainage of portions of the swamp for rice harvesting was, at one time, putting what is now a major tourist destination in jeopardy. Fortunately, forward-thinkers prevailed, the site is now protected as a Ramsar Wetland , and the hunting of Scarlet Ibis has become a social taboo.
Ducks and divers The bottom of the city is, naturally, the lowest point or course of the Danube (around 74 m / 240 ft above sea level), the best area being the confluence of the Sava and the Danube, around the War Islands Reserve. Otherwise, the foothills (bus stop “Avala”) are reachable by city buses 401, 403, 405, 407 and 408.
House-hunting, apparently. Looks like the background has been photoshop, but I swear it has not … Of course, the alphabet does not stop here, but this post does … to be continued. Black Kite. These photos were actually taken right from my hotel room. No surcharge for the room despite being perfect for birders.
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. On the other hand, the devils that drive Corey to relentlessly hunt rarities keep him warm even in freezing temps. Keep your eyes to the skies for freaky hybrids ! This does not bode well for my birding weekend.
Of course, it should include an offer to join the ABA, perhaps at a discounted rate. Of course, anything that resonates with more birders is good, as the ABA needs additional members to address its financial problems. Such articles are fine, of course, but not at the expense of all content for beginning and intermediate birders.
Originally a hunting term, the Big Five were the most dangerous and prized targets of the great white hunters on safari. However it is now one of the world’s rarest animals after decades of relentless hunting and poaching. The Black Rhino was also a widespread African denizen occurring throughout the continent, even into desert areas.
Well, it mostly hunts at night, when it is dark anyway. Makes it easy to find the bird, but oh, poor owl … (and of course, difficult to get a good photo as the crows always found the owl first). This D usky Eagle Owl is blind on one eye but still seems to be doing ok. This Indian Eagle Owl was relentlessly mobbed by some crows.
I was there for awhile on Friday afternoon and, as usual, enjoyed my time there, mostly because of a single amazingly cooperative Yellow-crowned Night-Heron that was so intent on hunting fiddler crabs that it essentially ignored both me and my digiscoping rig, at times only five meters from where the bird foraged.
There were reasons to think that the White-winged Guan had been extirpated by over-hunting. Hunting pressure in a heavily populated region (even for Nineteenth Century standards) and easy access were likely to result in the extirpation of the Guan in the regions surrounding the site of collection. … Extinction is forever.
The behavior could be especially disastrous for waterfowl, which are hunted by people, but less so for passerines, or perching birds, which regularly come into people’s bird feeders. Of course, this doesn’t bother the birds but it does bother people. Wild birds should not be coming up to people looking for food.
Of course, in real life this cannot be so simple as good news. At the same time, philosophically, only a handful of ecologists would throw up their hands and say we must let nature take its course here. Attempts to curb goose populations by increasing bag limits and lengthening hunting seasons have, unsurprisingly, failed.
Of course, various species of bats as well. At night, we keep our eyes out for the passage of the neighborhood Barn Owl , oftentimes a Tropical Screech-Owl would hunt insects from a low perch on our almond tree. Sometimes this Merlin ‘s mate comes to check him out, but for most of the northern winter he hunts solo.
For example, hunting is not permitted in most NPS wilderness areas, but it is often allowed in wilderness areas managed by the other agencies. Of course, as places that are largely “untrammeled by man,” wilderness areas also have birds ( 591 species according to one study ) for birders willing to leave roads and infrastructure behind.
Unfortunately, these conflicts haven’t been entirely eliminated, as evidenced of this unhappy story of a Golden Eagle poisoning just this month at another Scottish hunting estate. On that unhappy note, perhaps it’s best to get on with the tasting and drink to a better life for eagles in Scotland.
It’s Christmas Bird Count season, and if you know Christmas Bird Counts you have probably heard the tale of how Frank Chapman invented this winter tradition to replace the older and considerably less optimal for birds tradition of the Christmas side hunt. Or specific members thereof. And I’m not even talking about dinner.
Their name, of course, comes from the fact that they grow a protective layer of feather down their legs for insulation. And maybe we should be intimidated, because when it comes to surviving the cold, these birds are tough. Tell them “winter is coming” and they’ll shrug and prepare to feast on your weak, summer-fed corpse.
Another day, another dead lion erupting in the world’s media, another opportunity for me to annoy my few remaining anti-hunting friends. Of course, I was young and stupid (and I have a phenomenal memory for absolutely awful, nauseating jokes, seriously, once I hear them I never forget them). Go read his take. I’ll wait. .
We hunt for you. Besides that happy upside, there is of course the other post-nemesis-spotting tradition — drafting a new one from the roster of near-nemesis contenders that have been nagging the back of my mind by their persistent absence from my life list. Ah, nemesis birds. We crave you. And then, sometimes, we do see you.
Of course, we did, soaking in that slate blue beauty long enough to observe a successful hunt and more of its rangy, awkward flight. We had to search a little longer than Herbert may have wanted, but our first Shoebill sighting obscured any memory of effort or anxiety. The mighty Shoebill.
During the rainy season the Rupununi River shares a watershed with the Amazon and is connected to several other water courses via flooded plains. The sounds of the night intensified, and we were lucky to catch a Band-tailed Nighthawk hunting overhead as we were unmooring ourselves.
Squid Row, Cabo Crazies, and of course the Spring Break follies! Common Gallinules, Pied-billed Grebes, Great Blue Herons, White-faced Ibis, Green Herons, and of course Coots. A big surprise was a Northern Harrier hunting along the waterway. The biggest surprise came when I least expected it.
They have their own unique hunting technique – they”dip” their heads in the water and walk on the bottom of streams, using their tail and wings to get downward pressure and even “swim” underwater. Of course, a speedlite can help fill the shadows, but I always prefer natural light first.
I like Julie Zickefoose’s art , her writing , her blog , her blog posts here on 10,000 Birds , and, of course, I like birds. This is going to be a rave review. So a book about birds by Julie Zickefoose, featuring her writing and art, some of which has been featured in different forms on her blog, is guaranteed to be a hit with me.
If this Red-tailed Hawk was wearing a T-shirt, it might say, “I’d rather be hunting nuisance birds.” Of course, birders may focus on another potential drawback. ” Garrulous gulls and stealing starlings, beware: the falcons are coming. (No, No, not those Falcons from Atlanta.
I viewed them at dusk, through a telescope, from a ridge overlooking the area they were hunting. A Suffolk Otter swimming in the Little Ouse river Not all Otter s want to be photographed But this one emerged, though only briefly The otter is, of course, a member of the weasel family. Why not the stoat family or the badger family?)
Of course, neither of them involved seeing Ruffed Grouse in the state, incidentally, which is a goal that still eludes me. This was a state bird for me, so even if the skua hunt proved to be a failure, this made it worth it for me. 2013 was an excellent year for me as a birder. But admiring this little gull was selfish.
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