Fox Sparrows and Juncos

I kind of kept my nose to the grindstone this weekend--working on deadlines, catching up on home stuff from being away for a week, and meeting up with our wonderful-always-saves-our-butts accountant, Dan Freeman to sign tax forms and write checks. Of course, spring has finally decided to come back and it was hard not to go out digiscoping--especially since the weather had been kind of blah in Indianapolis.

I finished part of my project last night and went out for a desperate taste of spring at Wood Lake this morning.

Since I was away in Indianapolis, I missed banding at Carpenter last Friday. I got a report that they were VERY busy they banded 60 slate-colored juncos, and that didn’t count the retraps--60 new banded birds--oy! The only other species were 2 Fox Sparrows, and 1 Song Sparrow. Sorry I missed that. I'm probably going to miss it again this week, my Showcase Minnesota segment was switched to this Friday. On the upside, word is that Sandra Bernhard is appearing live in-studio that day...that sounds like a party. Anyone have an suggestions for a segment topic? Let me know.

Wood Lake was full of fox sparrows this morning and there were some juncos, not nearly as many as there have been in the previous weeks.

I have to get back to work, but I'll be posting more photos from this morning soon. I got some cool photos of grackles. I know what you're thinking, but really they are kind of pretty...and about the most colorful thing on the landscape at the moment.

Train to the Twin Cities

This is a goodie box that was waiting for me in my sleeper car on the way back to the Twin Cities: lotion, Dove chocolate, Cremesavers, vanilla tea, and foot powder! Train Swag.

Well, as Non Birding Bill alluded to earlier, the train ride home was not as action packed as the train for Chicago to Indy. The trip to Chicago was quiet and many of us slept up there. I discovered in Chicago that my sleeper ticket to Minneapolis earned me a place in the Metropolitan Lounge where I could get some work done in peace...sort of. I did have a lady sit next to me and in less than five minutes time I learned that she had two residences (California and Tennessee), at least two daughters--one of whom recently broke her heart by scamming checks from her and stealing money from one of her Wells Fargo accounts--she recently tried reconnecting with her over Easter but her daughter did not apologize or even acknowledge what she had done wrong. The other daughter was moving back from Hawaii and wanted to live in the California house, but she was worried about that--someone had just trashed the California house and she was coming back from a legal battle over that--would her other daughter treat it nicely? Should she have a rental agreement with her daughter even though she is family? She was treated so horribly and disrespectfully by that last person that lived there. Her overall advice to me: Never be too nice to anybody.

OK. I really don't know what to say to people who spill all their beans like that to me. Perhaps my speechlessness allows them to keep talking and telling more than they really need to?

Dan the conductor took very good care of us. He passed by and offered me a complimentary mini bottle of champagne. Not my beverage of choice, but why not? So I set to working on some Mississippi River work for MN Audubon over some bubbly. Maybe I should make a train my full time office? Dan also dropped off some fresh warm oatmeal cookies too.

We had to pause for about five minutes for some freight traffic. I looked out my window and in the field I could see a large red-tailed hawk sitting on a pipe. I tried to digibino (digital camera held up to my binoculars):

The hawk seemed to know I was watching and stared right back--sweet! The train's windows made it impossible to get a clear shot, but you get the idea. At this moment, James from the dining car came to take my dinner reservation. He glanced at my maps and my camera and binos pressed to the window. "Birdwatcher?" he asked with eyebrow cocked. I was tempted to say, "No, just a garden variety pervert.", but thought better of it.

It took two minutes to make my reservation and when I turned back to the window, I discovered the red-tailed hawk had turned into a kestrel! That was quick. What had happened? There was no sign of the red-tail. Did the kestrel chase it off? Did the tail decide to fly over to the other side of the train and then the kestrel popped up on the good hunting perch? While contemplating the scenarios, the train chugged forward leaving me with no good explanation.

Part of the fun is watching life go by and the sites you see from your seat...like the Torture Museum. That in itself is intriguing, but even funnier is a wedding chapel on the right that didn't make it into the photo.

We passed several herds of deer, large flocks of turkeys, many sandhill cranes, more eagles than you can shake a stick at and even some pelicans. Maybe someday I'll organize a birding by train trip.

I made it back safe and sound and ready to get some work done this weekend. I end this entry with some sensible advice from Amtrak on safe train travel. I like how calmly the figure on the bottom is standing in front of the oncoming train. I would think the arms would be flailing at least.

Blogger's Choice

I went to check my stats on Blogger's Choice awards for Best Animal Blogger and someone has entered Cute Overload, and it's all over, they are rightfully in the number one slot. I'm relieved. I was going to be bummed if I lost out to cat blogs--not that I don't like cats, I'm just not prepared to be faced with the notion that cats might be more popular than birds and bunnies. I hope Cute Overload stays ahead, it's one of my favorite sites. Paws Up!

I saw that someone entered Mr. Neil in for Best Celebrity Blog--as of this post Wil Wheaton and Rosie O'Donnell are ahead of him, but he is beating Perez Hilton. Go, Mr. Neil!

The Colbert Report

Hello, all, NBB here. Sharon's on her way back from Indy right now, and so far it sounds like the train trip to Chicago was a lot less exciting that the trip down. Alas.

At any rate, last night The Colbert Report aired it's segment on eagle festival that Sharon attended, and the Birdchick herself appears in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, near the start:

You can watch the entire bit here:

Side note: this is pretty much how I react around birdwatchers, too.

Wrapping Up the Mom Visit

Well, apart from Tuesday the weather was a bit crappy in Indianapolis. Cold, rainy (and a tad snowy), and even a tornado warning to take me back to spring childhood--it's not spring in the Hoosier state without hearing a tornado siren. It didn't make things conducive for birding or digiscoping--the light was terrible--hence the bad photo of the sapsucker above.

Mom's fox squirrels did provide some amusement. I can't tell if the above guy is merely eating a peanut or laughing maniacally as he plans to take over the world (or at least the south side of Indianapolis).

Some plants were desperately trying to bloom and bud. I saw a few brave bleeding hearts, some floppy daffodils, and persistent red bud trees. I loved this mourning dove fluffing out amid some of the pink in a red bud tree. My sister Tracie was wondering why I would bother digiscoping a boring brown dove. In the dark light, it did look gray, but when you got it in the scope with the pink, it was a gorgeous bird.

I'll be taking the train all the way back home. I did start to book a rental car to take to Chicago to catch the Empire Builder to Minneapolis and avoid the train ride from Indy to Chicago. However, between $3 a gallon gas prices and toll roads (bleh) I decided to bite the bullet and just take the train all the way home. Oh well, it should be entertaining at the very least.

Ah, can't wait to be home and cuddle my disapproving bunny and Non Birding Bill (insert naughty, knowing French laugh here).

Food Blogging

In honor of 10,000 Birds Recipe Carnival for vegetarian dishes, I'm putting up a recipe for one of my favorite foods introduced to me by Kate Fitzmeir over at Eagle Optics. The first year I was at the Rio Grande Valley Bird Fest in Harlingen, TX she took me to Alicia's for a breakfast dish called migas. It's a simple recipe that I whip up for Non Birding Bill and myself.

The amounts are based on two people:

1 tbs butter
1 small onion (yellow or sweet--half a vidalia works well) diced up
2 corn tortillas cut into bite sized pieces
3 eggs
1 tbs milk
1/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese

Melt butter in a non stick skillet. Add in diced onion and sautee until onion is clear. Add in corn tortilla pieces. While onion and tortillas are cooking, scramble the three eggs with the milk and when finished, pour over onion and tortillas. Stir and cook until scrambled eggs are cooked through. Pour shredded cheese over eggs and cover skillet with a lid until cheese is melted. Serve with salsa and fresh avocado.

Yum!

Insect and Arachnid Jewellry

You looking for that weird gift for the oddball in your life? Mom and I found it while picking up some bird seed at Edgewood Feed and Seed:

Actual beetles, spiders, scorpions, ants, wasps, etc in key chains, bracelets, and necklaces! Yes, they are dead and encased in some type of transparent plastic looking thing. Some even have a glow in the dark background.

Above is a glow in the dark cicada key chain on the left (wrapped in protective plastic wrap, that's why there is a slight glare) and on the right is what looks to be a cicada killer (non glow in the dark). Most of them appeared to be in the $6.95 - $8.95 price range--a bargain!

I picked up a glow in the dark spider key chain for Mr. Neil (because he has a character named spider) and spider necklace for Fabulous Lorraine (she just likes to wear things with cobwebs and spiders, so it seemed right up her ally).

The Onion on Sibley

Thanks, Liz, for bringing this article about Sibley from the Onion to my attention:

The Sibley Guide To Birds
Has Clearly Misidentified The Dark-Eyed Junco

I don't understand it. How could it have happened a third time? They've had two opportunities to correct it. But there it is, once again. The Sibley Guide To Birds, third printing, page 488: "The dark-eyed junco, a familiar visitor to wintertime bird feeders throughout much of North America, is a species of the junco genus of American finches."

Mr. Sibley, once again, the dark-eyed junco is not a finch. It's a sparrow. A sparrow.

And I was just beginning to put that second printing behind me. But now the scab's been ripped off, and the wound is as fresh as it was seven years ago, when The Sibley Guide first came out. Oh, you'll still see me and my spotting scope at Dunwiddie Marsh Saturday morning, but at this point I doubt even sighting a Kirtland's warbler would lift my spirits.

Apparently the 42 letters I sent Mr. Sibley, his publisher, and his literary agent either went unread or now line the nests of Carolina wrens. I'm not sure what the man's afraid of, especially since I larded these letters with all kinds of reassurances like "it's a common mistake" and "I get all those seed eaters mixed up, too" and other things I didn't really mean.

I've suffered many a sleepless night pondering how such a blatant error came to pass. And when I can sleep, I am tormented by fever dreams of dark-eyed juncos mating with house finches and spawning horrible sparrow-finch abominations. Are Mr. Sibley's nights filled with such drear phantasmagoria, too? Or, in some odd karmic stroke, have I somehow been called to shoulder his burden of conscience because he shrugged it off?

I was hoping The Sibley Guide would be different. I spent years enduring one Roger Tory Peterson hack job after another, tolerating it because I had no alternative. (Golden Field Guides? Please.) Perhaps this David Sibley would have a fresh, keen perspective on ornithology. But no, he's just another oriole- milking money-grubber.

People like Sibley, I'm convinced, thrive on ignorance. He knows most people couldn't care less about birds, and he's already been promised his big fat advance from the publisher, so what's the difference if some tiny stupid bird is misidentified? So a junco stays a finch.

I'm as flexible about taxonomic classifications as the next naturalist. If ornithologists now want to classify buntings as cardinals, sure, okay. It's not what I would necessarily do, but I can accept it. There is a small core of reason within me. But that's my curse, you see. I can't just roll with the punches like the other birders.

Which leads me to another worry. It's plain that Mr. Sibley is a supreme incompetent; but could it also be that the ornithology establishment and birding public don't share my concern either? If they did, the outcry would be enough to inspire a revision. But so far, and to the best of my knowledge, there's been complete silence on the matter. Is there some kind of mass collusion going on here? Or is this Sibley's scheme to make his work more accessible—to make it just as factually deprived as its readers? The world is insane.

The National Audubon Society is still gamely endorsing The Sibley Guide, which, to be honest, is no surprise. Those self-congratulatory amateurs are too busy direct-mailing birdie address stickers to anonymous citizens to conduct responsible birding. Those people would accept juncos as finches—hook, line, and sinker. What lightweights. They're almost as bad as the Wild Birds Unlimited people.

Read the rest of the article here.

As much of a joke as the Onion is, I wonder if Sibley actually gets these types of letters in real life? I wish I could write a field guide, I would give anything to be made fun of in the Onion!

Cockatiel Sing Out

I got a memo from my pets' union that I need to do more than just show embarassing videos of them on tv. I am told that I need to let everyone know that my cockatiel Kabuki can do more than give an alarm call. I took this video of him singing. I have the radio on in the background, something about the Satellite Sisters radio show makes him sing his mating song:

And yes, I know the bottom of his cage looks messy, but those are his toys. We put beads and paper balls in his purple dish and he loves to drop them. He'd done a good amount of dumping that morning.