Date: 5/16/20 10:03 am From: Sandy Turner <tmsprgrn...> Subject: Re: [VTBIRD] May 16, 2020: Coyote Hollow, Thetford Center
Argh - you have to rub it in about hearing the Blackburnian Warbler. It's been a good 3 years since we've heard one, but still see one now and then - not too shabby!
Cheers, Sandy and Mark Turner Lyman, NH
On Sat, May 16, 2020 at 8:11 AM Ted Levin <tedlevin1966...> wrote:
> 5:25 a.m. 50 degrees, NW wind 4 mph. Saturated atmosphere: cloud > ceiling thicker than cloud cellar, an extensive canopy of moisture born of > the sky touching the earth, like a jungle sunrise without the sun. Mount > Ascutney screened by mist. What's left of the moon remains hidden behind > the eastern hills, the sun (somewhere) passes by. > > Last night: not ideal migration conditions. Warblers like paper airplanes > do better with a tailwind, stay aloft longer, cover more ground, > expend less energy. Thus far, 2020 spring migration in Coyote Hollow: more > spillout than fallout; more dribble than spate; more whisper than shout. > Today's warbler roster: black-throated green; black and white; northern > parula (FOY); yellowthroat; ovenbird (three); yellow; blackburnian (FOY), > and Nashville. Real fallout: May 16, 2016, Magee Marsh, south shore of Lake > Erie, western, Ohio: Jordan and I overwhelmed by nineteen species of > warblers, many eye-level and arm's lengths, idled on wooden railings and > benches, flitting through shrubs. Exhausted warblers. Hungry warblers. > Arriving at warp speed. Some so close we took their portraits with > cellphones. Waves of bay-breasted and Cape May warblers, birds I don't > often see in Vermont. Dozens of hooded and prothonotary warblers, birds I > never see in Vermont. There were birds beyond counting. Joyous and > bewildered, we just looked and looked . . . The fallout also included > rock-star birders, Victor Emanuel and Kenn Kaufman, among them, both of > whom we also checked out. > > A migratory event not to be repeated in Coyote Hollow today, however. > Stereophonic walk: south of me, bittern calls from the reeds; north of me, > turkeys gobble in the oaks. In between: a wood thrush sings (perhaps he'll > stay); two winter wrens, songs somewhat subdued. A Nashville warbler sings > and probes new leaves high in a cherry tree, breakfast table cum stage, > wandering between old webworm webs, which hang like frayed socks. His > two-part song enriches my walk. Pairs of chickadees heedless of > social-distancing, forage too close. Blackburnian warbler song seeps out > from a veil of hemlock branches. Who needs AARP's weekly invitation to have > my hearing tested . . . I can still hear blackburnian high notes, the > tinkling of distant chimes. More whisperer than crooner. >