Waxwings and Bird Handling

I have been making so many changes this summer. Some have been evident with the blog and will be more evident in the coming weeks. Some have been in my day to day routine. For example, I've been learning how to band birds at Carpenter Nature Center and usually spend my Fridays (when I'm in town) there. cedar waxwing

Check out this cedar waxwing that came in to the nets today at Carpenter. It's an adult (not tell tale streaking on the breast that would make it a juvenile).

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What a gorgeous bird this is and beautiful study of powerful highlights--love that yellow tail tip.  Oh, and get this, I was reading Cornell's All About Birds website (which makes a handy online field guide) and it says that waxwings with orange instead of yellow tail tips began appearing in the northeastern U.S. and southeastern Canada in the 1960s. The orange color is the result of a red pigment picked up from the berries of an introduced species of honeysuckle--crazy.  Non-native plants can cause a slight color change in our native birds.

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Check out the little wax tips on the secondary wing feathers of this birds. What a treat to see them up close!  These are the reason this bird is called a waxwing.  To the best of my knowledge, researchers have not figured out the purpose or function of them, but much like the yellow tail tip, if a waxwing eats enough of the above mentioned honeysuckle berries while it is growing a tail feather, the tip of the feather will be orange too.

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However, recently I haven't been doing as much with the banding end of things are Carpenter. That's because I started volunteering my time with their education birds. I have volunteered at the University of Minnesota's Raptor Center since 1997, mostly working with their educational birds. However, with the economy, Carpenter has had to lose some of their staffing and asked for volunteers with bird handling skills to help them out.  The Raptor Center is very well known, has over 400 volunteers and is a great place for a person to learn how to handle birds.  Since Carpenter is in need and (much like Liam Neeson) I have a certain set of skills that can be of use, I took a leave of absence from TRC to help out Carpenter.

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They have three education birds at Carpenter: a great horned owl, a red-tailed hawk, and a peregrine falcon who is still being trained in. Today, I got to help with that a little bit. He's getting used to being perched on a gloved hand (thanks to some great trainers volunteering their time), but he's still uncertain about people coming into his mew (falconry term for his cage) and gets frightened easily.  He has an injured wing and cannot fly, so all of his perches have to be low enough for him to reach by a good leap.

I stepped into his mew with some fresh quail and he started running around all over. You train birds with positive reinforcement, so I crouched in a corner, did not make eye contact, watched in my peripheral vision and waited for him to settle.  Unfortunately, that was on the ground on the other side of his mew. I waited until his posture relaxed a bit, and slowly set a piece of quail on one of his perches. He slowly made his way over to the perch. I made sure it was a dark red and juicy piece. He couldn't resist. He hopped up and began eating.  I slowly moved my gloved hand with another piece of quail to the perch.  He paused and stared at it, then continued to munch what he had. When he finished, he hopped up to my gloved hand.

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I secured his jesses (the leather straps on his feet that are usually tied to leash) and stood up.  I fed him the rest of the quail and he at ravenously. I had another quail for him in the kitchen, so when he finished, I put him back to the perch, stepped out of his mew and went to get it.  This time when I returned, I approached slowly, he remained on his perch and stepped up beautifully.  He's gradually learning that stepping up to the glove is a safe thing and he might even get some tasty food out of it.  It was honor to be part of his training process and it felt good to know that I have the skills to help out with it (and a relief that I didn't undo any of the training he has received thus far).

So, in this tough economic time when so many organizations are hurting for funds (as are some of us) don't forget that your time can always be just as valuable.

Speaking of hurting for funds, did you hear about the nasty deal going down with Sportsman's Warehouse?  According to a report at a Wall Street Journal blog, they have filed for Chapter 11. They have been selling the Duck Stamp which can be used as a waterfowl hunting license but more importantly, 98% of the $15 paid to get a stamp goes to habitat acquisition--it's a great purchase for hunters and non-hunters.

Sportsman's Warehouse is now refusing to turn over $629,415 it raised through the sale of federal duck hunting licenses and want to use it to pay back their creditors. As a result, the Department of the Interior is objecting to the company’s plan of reorganization, urging a judge to reject the plan until it makes it clear that the money will end up where it belongs with the Migratory Bird Fund and not the company or its creditors.

I'm sorry that a business is in trouble and trying to stay afloat, but using money from a fundraiser to bail your sorry butt out is wrong, wrong, wrong.  Certainly will make me be a bit more choosy when I'm purchasing my outdoor gear.

Wisconsin Kirtland's Warbler Video

Hey, this is pretty cool, the first video footage released of Kirtland's warblers in Wisconsin! The video was put together by Natural Resources Foundation of Wisconsin. The Kirtland's is endangered and was only found in a small area of Michigan's jack pine forests, but about three years ago, a pair of Kirtland's nested in an undisclosed location in Wisconsin. The area is kept quiet so the fragile bird population can increase without disturbance but here's a peak into the success story of an endangered bird increasing in number (nice to get some good news). [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeRmdYj2QJs[/youtube]

Hey, Can I Show You A Bald-headed Bulbul?

There's been a new bird discovered and it's the first bald headed bird to be discovered in Asia: Picture 1

According to the Associated Press:

A "bald" bird discovered in Laos is Asia's first new species of bulbul -- a type of songbird -- in more than 100 years, the Wildlife Conservation Society (WCS) said Thursday.

Scientists from the Society, as well as the University of Melbourne, identified the bird, which has a practically bald head, WCS said in a news release.

They reported their findings in the July issue of Forktail, the scientific journal of the Oriental Bird Club, a United Kingdom charity.

"This paper describes for the first time in over 100 years a new Asian species of bulbul," the scientists wrote of their discovery late last year in an area of limestone karsts in Laos's Savannakhet province.

The bird, named the Bare-faced Bulbul, is not completely bald but has a narrow line of hair-like feathers down the centre of its crown. It also has a distinctive featherless, pink face with bluish skin around the eye extending to the bill, said the Society, which manages urban wildlife parks including the Bronx Zoo in New York.

"Its apparent restriction to rather inhospitable habitat helps to explain why such an extraordinary bird with conspicuous habits and a distinctive call has remained unnoticed for so long," said Iain Woxvold, the University of Melbourne scientist who was part of the team that made the discovery.

MPR Beekeeping Segment

I guess the beekeeping segment aired on MPR.  Alas, Lorraine and I didn't make it on to the audio, but we did make it into the cool video Tom Weber shot and is on their website (you might also recognize a certain pooch in that video too): [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOQKKoAlrx4&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fminnesota.publicradio.org%2Fdisplay%2Fweb%2F2009%2F07%2F27%2Fbee-keeping%2F&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]

Young Hairy Woodpecker

young hairy woodpecker I'm having so much fun watching the young birds figure out the feeders. Above is a hairy woodpecker hatched this summer--distinctive because his red coloring is on the top of his head and not the back. The younger birds lack the finesse at the feeders you will see with an adult. This younger woodpecker made large exaggerated pecks at the food.

woodpecker tongue

Because his pecking was slow and purposeful, I could capture some great shots with him. Above, you can see he prods his tongue at the suet as well as his beak. Woodpecker tongues are a source of great conversation for humans, a source of nightmarish horror for squishy larvae embedded deep below the bark of a tree. The tip of a woodpecker's tongue is hard and covered with tiny spikes that point back towards the woodpecker's mouth. The tongue muscles actually start on the top of the woodpecker's head and they can extend it out about twice the length of their head. If this suet were some grubs, the hard spear-like tip of the tongue could pierce the larve, locking it on with the barbs covering the tip. Ew.

Nuthatch Bully

I was trying to get a video of this poor downy woodpecker trying to eat peacefully from the suet feeder, but ended up getting some interesting nuthatch footage instead. Watch the white-breasted nuthatch in the upper right corner. It goes through a series of displays to drive off the rose-breasted grosbeak. I was impressed: [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e76E9b4JOnE&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]

Happy, Happy Bees

We had the coolest birds fly over the hive today. As we were suiting up in the bee yard and stoking our smoker, I heard a familiar gurgling trumpet call--distant sandhill cranes. Lorriane and Hans were with me and I asked if they heard it too, they did and this time, they sounded a bit closer. We watched the sky and about 30 seconds later, a pair of sandhills flew right over our hives. How cool. We have American redstarts, house wrens, and indigo buntings nesting at the bee yard, which are cool, but a sandhill crane flyover was just the icing on the cake. Lorraine and Hans both smiled at my complete abandon of all things beekeeping to catch a glimpse of the sandhills. Lorraine blogged our bees here.

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The nectar flow is on! After a slow and easy start with our hives, they are going gang busters now! The yellow Hannah hive which stared off as kind of the stoner/do nothing hive has become the hardest working. She was the first to need a honey super and when we looked in today, she was ready for a second.

backlit bees

Here's a frame we took from the current super to put in the new super to encourage the girls to climb up and build further.  The purple Yvaine hive and the red Juliet hive were both ready for honey supers, so we put boxes on top of them as well.

ross rounds super

The green Wendy hive was given a Ross Rounds honey super a week ago and that is a bit of a gamble--but she had just about filled it completely up. I've been told that new bees don't do comb honey, but we always try with a new hive and they always make it. It's trickier, because with regular wooden honey supers, I just put in a small frame in a big brood box, wait for them to draw out comb on the frame and then include that frame in the honey super, they smell the drawn out comb and it encourages to climb up. Ross rounds fit differently and you cannot just slide one easily into a brood box. I usually wedge a piece of feral comb at the top to get a little bee smell in. Anyway, if you are a first time beekeeper and you have new bees, don't be afraid to try Ross Rounds comb honey supers, your bees may surprise you and fill them up.

nectar flow

It was interesting to note that almost all the foragers came back with very little pollen, they were focused on gathering nectar for honey. They don't carry nectar on their back legs like pollen, they have a special stomach for carrying nectar that they gather for creating honey. All these are returning, fat and full of sweet sugary nectar.

jet bees

There was no bonking or stinging at the hives today (except for poor Cabal, one bee did sting him in the paw), otherwise, all the bees were very mellow and Lorraine and I just watched them work. It's such a pleasure to have happy bees this year. Last year, the Kitty hive was so angry and always so much work. This year, all seems to be going swimmingly, no one seems to be in the mood to swarm...and even if they did, I would let them go. We did take the extra step of setting up a small, empty hive on the off chance one of our hives swarms (or a neighbors' hive swarms) and hopefully, they will decide on that box for a home.

I had another cool sign at the end of the day. As I was walking to my car, I looked up and saw a small blob of red hurtling through the air, right at my head. At first, I thought cardinal, but the bird suddenly shifted left, and I saw it was a scarlet tanager. I'm not sure if it was chasing a bug or what, not sure why it would fly at my head like that, but I enjoyed the view and felt relief that it didn't actually make contact with my head. Wonder what that dud was doing so slow, usually they are higher int he trees.

After dodging the tanager, Lorraine and I headed out for dinner at quite possibly one of the worst restaurants ever. We had eaten there before last year and it was a decent Italian place, but things have greatly shifted.  The best part was the desert. Here's a link to a photo of a piece of pecan pie that was served to us at the restaurant. That was before we even tasted it, the piece was that small. That set off a wave of giggles. Lorraine had a piece of cheesecake and we both took bites of our respective desserts at the same time. There was a pause and we just started giggling. I suggested we trade desserts and believe it or not, her cheesecake was worse than my pie size issues. What my pie lacked in size, Lorraine's made up with salt...that's right salt. It was very apparent that whoever made the cheesecake switched the amounts of sugar and salt. I'd never had such salty cheesecake. We were laughing so hard as we paid the bill, I'm sure our server suspected we were high on the wacky tabbacky.