Shorebird Workshop Day 1

Today was hardcore! Yes sir, this was some mighty fine birdin' in some sloshy areas. We drudged through wetland vegetation to get as close as possible to some shorebirds--and they didn't care! Okay, some cared a little but for the most part they just probed away at the mud, oblivious to our presence. That's our fearless leader Doug Buri above. I don't know if you can see it in the above photo, but here are some dark specks in the sky--those are swallows, thousands and thousands of swallows (of several different species) swarming over our heads. Doug said that the winds pushed insects from the lake to one end and the birds were above catching them. That's really cool and all, but I did wonder...how may insects are just overhead to cause the skies to cloud with swallows? Eep!

The least sandpipers didn't care about us in the least (har har--sorry, I couldn't resist). A minor problem that I had was that they were so oblivious to us that they would turn their backs to us and ignore the six large creatures and I had to wait to get a head on photo.

Doug has really planned this workshop well. He brought up a common problem that I can relate to. When you go out to watch shorebirds, you will go someplace where there are hundreds, if not thousands (the more there are the easier, right?) and it can be tough to learn id that way--too many species to focus on, too overwhelming. The birds constantly move and it's like watching a pot of boiling vegetable soup--it's hard to focus on just one vegetable. He chose areas for today where there would be 3-4 species for us to really focus and learn--species that I have trouble with like pectoral sandpipers, semi-palmated sandpipers, killdeer (okay, I don't have problems with killdeer--I'm not that bad), and least sandpiper (three of those four species are in the above photo). I really, really needed this because goodness knows I have misidentified quite a few shorebirds in this blog. Doug is also using The Shorebird Guide as our text for the workshop--a book that I love. Not only is it full of useful info, but the photos are just gorgeous--really works of art. It's a great book buy it--it won't teach you shorebirds over night, but it will help.

Killdeer are really helpful in the field, they are everywhere, you see them all the time anyway, so you have an idea of their size and they make great comparisons--how big is the bird in relation to a killdeer? Check out the bird behind the killdeer--we probably would have figured this one out without the aid of the killdeer. You notice the neon yellow legs and you may think, could this be a yellow legs? No, way too buffy...

So it's a buff-breasted sandpiper. We weren't really looking for that today, but it was a great and welcome find.

Here we have a couple of birds, the larger is a pectoral sandpiper and you'll note the gray mottling goes halfway down over its chest and makes an abrupt stop. Next to it is a smaller bird. Ack! What could it be? Doug asked me, "If you have to choose a color for this bird, brown or gray, what would you answer?" I answered gray. Then he asked, "Does the bill look like it's the same color as the legs or do the legs look like a different color?" I said that they looked the same. He said, "Semi-palmated sandpiper."

That's all well and good, but the hard part is how do I tell the semi palm from the least--they're almost the same size. Even though the least is a half inch smaller than the semi palm, that can be a hard difference to see in the field.

We looked at this bird and again, Doug asked, "If you have to choose a color for this bird, brown or gray, what would you answer?" I answered brown. "Does the bill look like it's the same color as the legs or do the legs look like a different color?" I said that the legs and bill did not look like it was the same color. That makes this a least.

These are just some of the great tips we are learning from Doug, we're also learning lots of other id clues. He also had us look at a shore line in the distance without binoculars. You could easily see the whites of the semi-palmateds. In some cases, you could see that the birds were quite gray with the naked eye. When you put up your binos, you could see the browner least sandpipers which weren't so visible to the naked eye. In the scope, you can also notice that the bill on the semi-palmated sandpiper is more blunt tipped at the end and the least comes to a finer point.

So, here we go side by side, can you tell which bird is which?

I have to say there are a TON of frogs and toads here. At our first stop this morning we were totally surrounded. Every time someone took a step, twelve frogs would jump in different directions--sometimes ricocheting off of our legs. I guess lots of frogs are a good sign of healthy water.

There were also quite a few toads. I don't think this is an American toad and am wondering if this is a great plains toad. I sent a photo to Stan, but haven't heard from him yet. Anyone out there familiar with these guys? It was kind of spikey and made me think of Delmar in Oh, Brother, Where Art Thou when he says, "She loved 'im up and turned him into a h-h-hooorny toad."

And now I must rest up so I can soak up more shorebirding knowledge tomorrow. It's a great day when all you do is learn new things all day long. I'm still glad that there are birds I don't know and I can have the "ah-ha" moment and finally understand the difference between hard to id birds.

Doug Buri Wasn't Kidding

We're actually supposed to be listening to a class right now, but we're on a break--the shorebirding so far this morning has been FANTABULOUS! Doug wasn't kidding, we totally got within five feet of a least sandpiper (which was advertised). If we had a net with a pole, we could have caught it. More tonight.

Black Swallowtails Growing Up

Howdy, peeps, I write to you from a hotel in the lovely state of South Dakota. Tomorrow starts our shorebird workshop. I'll blog when I can, but most of my time will be dedicated to unlocking the id secrets of tiny shorebirds.

"You can't see me!"

Time to catch up on the swallowtail madness. Well, if you couldn't find the black swallowtail caterpillar in the last post, HellZiggy did a masterful job of pointing it out. Here's an up close view of the cat:

It's amazing that in less than two weeks it went from a tiny thing resembling finch poop to this big squishy thing. You can really see how the stripes work to hide its lardiness amongst the parsley stems.

Right before I left for Indianapolis, all of our swallowtails were forming chrysalises and Non Birding Bill had to help with the ranching as well as maintain the blog. I wanted to try and get a photo of the swallowtail chrysalis formation because they make such interesting little structures.

The first thing they do is find a place that looks like a good spot to hang for a couple of weeks, then they scatter silk all over to secure themselves in place.

After they have their rear ends secured, they somehow emit two silk strings from either side and use that to help attach to the stem or stick. They lean into it and eventually shed their skin to look like this:

This particular caterpillar decided to form its chrysalis on a milkweed stem and the green and yellow really blended well with the plant. There were times when I walked into the kitchen and couldn't see it right away. I was so fascinated by the silk strings and really wanted to try and see how those formed. I had one swallowtail cat left and kept close tabs on it. Alas, I lost it at one point when it decided to go on a walk about and went behind the radiator in the kitchen, it eventually reappeared on the table:

It made its way to a candle holder in the center of the table. Now, one of the upsides of having a camera with a great macro feature is that you get awesome detailed shots of small objects. The downsides is that you get more detail than you bargained for. The candle holder and cat is coated in a layer of dust. The cat picked up most of the dust behind the radiator the holder is an example of my contempt for house cleaning. But, ignore the dust and not the silk coming out of the black spots--must be a special gland that produces the string that will hold the cat in place. Eventually, this caterpillar shed its skin and if you read NBB's entries while I was gone, you'll know it looked like this:

Whoa! What happened? It's brown instead of green? This the massive amount of dust the caterpillar picked up in the kitchen cause it to turn such a dingy color? No! As someone pointed out in the comments, swallowtails can form their chrysalis into either green or brown--the color depends on where its made to keep it camouflaged. I had read about this, and was hoping I would get my cats to do this--one of the reasons I let them out of the Butterfly Garden and let them go where they wanted, to see if they would change color--and they did! I love it when a plan comes together.

When I came home, the chrysalises started to change color. Just like the monarch chrysalis, the swallowtail caterpillars darkened and you could make out the butterfly wings on the inside about 12 hours before they emerged. See the black and yellow through the green skin?

I put the chrysalis into the Butterfly Garden and the next morning the black swallowtail had emerged, ready to take on the world.

I got a chance to get some photos and really notice the splotches of color on the under wings--so beautiful! Something interesting about the swallowtails--when they first emerged, they smelled like moldy parsley--beauty does come with a price.

The swallowtails took their time to leave. We placed them on the ledge, they pumped their wings and eventually took to the air after about twenty minutes. I tell ya', after this, I'm gonna inspect my parsley a bit more closely from now on. I do wonder how many eggs and tiny cats Cinnamon has eaten.

We still have a few monarch caterpillars left, but I think it's time to be winding things down at the Stiteler Butterfly Ranch. Now, it's off to bed to get ready for shorebirds.

And Yet Another Test

Okay, there's some kind of blogger publishing problem. Several comments and a couple of posts are not showing up on the blog, but people who get the RSS feed can see it...hmm, curious. So, lets do the test again and this time, we'll try a photo. Can you see the black swallowtail caterpillar in this bunch of parsley? You may have to click on the photo to enlarge it to be able to see it.

Go See Stardust and A Little About Our Honey

One of the fun things about being a theater major is that from time to time you see former classmates show up in anti-drug commercials, episodes of Law and Order, or live action kid tv shows. It's just fun watching friends get into the Hollywood industry. That's kind of the way I feel about Stardust--it's the Hollywood version of Mr. Neil.

Unlike Non Birding Bill, I had never read any of Mr. Neil's stuff before we met him. I got to know him as this fun British guy who has an interesting job. I think Anansi Boys was the first book that I read (and that was just checking bird facts) and I have read a couple other things since then. I listened to Stardust as an audio book on my travels the last couple of weeks just prep for the movie. Sunday we were invited to the preview and had a great time.

The movie is different than the book--it's a Hollywood version of it--what fun to see something a friend had written turned into a big summer movie with lots of special effects and actual stars--Robert De Niro, Clare Danes, Michelle Pfeiffer. It's about a fallen star that has landed into the fairy side of the world and all the people going after her. If she had landed on the real world, she would have been a cold, hard rock. Since she landed in fairy land, she's a woman who now has princes, a boy in love, and an evil witch all coming to claim her.

De Niro was by far my favorite part of the film. I figured he was just going to be his usual De Niro self which would have worked fine with the book, but they really take the character to another level which I was not prepared for and loved.

I would call this an adult fairy tail, kind of along the lines of Princess Bride (but with much cooler effects) but I think kids would enjoy it. It has some violence, but not nearly what is in the book--the book is far grosser in my opinion. The movie version has some sword play--not a lot--the end has a fun fight scene with some cool effects. There's something for everyone: pirates, magic, pretty dresses, hot guys, a couple of sword fights, unicorns, even a bird--I think it's a magpie jay, but if someone else has seen the movie and knows what it is, please let me kn0w.

So, go see Stardust this weekend, take a friend. Supporting this movie does help support the bees you read about in this blog. If the movie does well, next year we can add more hives--perhaps even making it available for sale or to give away as prizes. I know it's crazy to make blockbuster movies to fund a beekeeping business, but it's just crazy enough that it might work. Speaking of bees, Mr. Neil told me to do a taste comparison between the first frame of honey we harvested and the second. Here is a photo of our first honey:

Now, below is some comb honey from our second harvest two weeks later:

Look at that, it's a little darker and more yellow. The flavor is a bit different too, it's more sweet and not as peppery and lacks the hint of pine that the first harvest had. Still very tasty. Some honey was sent to our friend Malena and she reviews it here...although as much as I love Malena, her bee natural history is a little inaccurate, so don't take that bit too seriously.

And, I have it on good authority that four out of four dead princes agree, our honey rocks.

Feeding a Kestrel

Well, now here is an interesting chunk of fur. It's a chunk of gray squirrel tail--that in and of itself is not all that exciting. However, where it was found is most intriguing: inside the mew of Maxime, an education bald eagle at The Raptor Center (the same one some of you saw at CONvergence this year). Here's the really interesting part: we don't feed the ed birds squirrel...ever. As if that's not enough, this eagle was on a tether (or leash) while perched in her mew, so this squirrel had to come up to her. Strange, I'm gonna guess this was a little bit of the Darwin Effect going on. Although, several years ago, the education golden eagle lived in that same mew and was on a tether and periodically you would find squirrel tails. Must be stupid squirrel corner.

Our new assistant curator, the fabulous Gail Buhl was moving ed birds around and I took advantage of her holding some of them in daylight to get a photo. This is our dark morph red-tailed hawk (this is not a Harlan's red-tailed hawk--it has a red tail and Harlan's do not have red tails). This bird is primarily used as a display bird, it doesn't seem to have the temperament for programs just yet. I normally don't get to see it in good light and Gail was kind enough to pause for a photo. This bird is actually from Nebraska. We don't see too many dark morph red-tails in Minnesota, there's one that has been hanging around hwy 100 near 494 in the south metro the last few winters, but I usually see these guys further west in the US. I always see between 3-5 when I go to Nebraska to watch sandhill cranes in March. I love 'em, they look like they were carved out of dark chocolate.

We have another new education bird--a boreal owl. From what I understand, the bird is still in training and so most of the time is tucked away in a dark mew. For those non birders reading the blog, this is as big as these owls get, it's fully grown. Not much is known, they are found in the boreal forest of Minnesota. I don't know that much about them so I was reading up a little on BNA tonight. I was reading about their usual prey items and it started out as a long list of various types of voles when I came to this part:

"birds, especially thrushes (Catharus spp.), warblers, Dark-eyed Junco (Junco hyemalis), Red Crossbill (Loxia curvirostra), American Robin (Turdus migratorius), Mountain Chickadee (Parus gambeli), Common Redpoll (Carduelis flammeus), kinglets, and woodpeckers; and insects, especially crickets, are usual prey"

Thrushes? Robins? Crossbills? Some of those species are about as long as the boreal owl. Impressive.

Boreal owls look like a shrinky dink version of a northern hawk owl. This is a vex bird for me, I've done everything legally I can with one of these birds apart from seeing it in the wild, just doing it thang. I've had one perched on my fist, I've held a banded one from a net, I've even had one ride in my car, but I have never, ever seen a boreal owl in the wild. Ah well, another bird for another day.

Later on this morning I got to feed one of our male education kestrels. When I give programs, I just don't always pay attention to how colorful these guys are. This is Jack, getting his lunch on with a mouse head.

He came in to TRC about six years ago. A nest of kestrels fell during a storm and someone took care of them for a few days--just enough time for all the chicks to imprint on humans and become unreleasable. There were three males and because kestrels have a habit of bobbing their heads, we called them the three Bobs--which just became really confusing and we had to color code their jesses (the leather straps on their feet) in order to tell them apart. Eventually, their names settled to Baron, Jack, and Bob. Bob ended up at a nature center but we still have Jack and Baron.

And of course I had to take a video of Jack finishing off his mouse. I opted for him eating the last bit of mouse leg. I did get a video of him eating the head, but there are some serious crunching sounds. This video might be a tad gross for those eating a meal or those who have a weak stomach so be warned before you watch.

I didn't realize how much I was cheering him on while he was eating.

Cute! Jack has a mouse mustache!

I used to take the 35W bridge to and from The Raptor Center, so I had to find an alternate route today. It was weird driving by the exit and seeing the highway I have used so regularly become this strange and mysterious road that suddenly drops out of site. Sunday, they allowed the public a closer view and on Monday a friend and I went to see how close we could get--pretty darned close. This was down by one of the media tents that has been set up to keep reporters and cameras out of the sun or rain as they deliver non stop coverage. I have seen this particular pile of cars numerous times in the media coverage, but it was still jarring to see it in person. My heart goes out to the families of the dead, injured and missing, but at the same time, after seeing how large this collapse was in person, I am so grateful it wasn't worse--if all eight lanes had been open and cars going the usual 60mph, instead of only two lanes open with traffic creeping along, so many more would have been lost. Also, the bridge collapsed on a freight train, what if the cars had been filled with some toxic substance that could have gone in the river, affecting our drinking water or released an ammonia cloud? It really could have been so much worse.

Pigeon Madness--the good kind

There's a new bird club starting in New York called the Pigeon Club of New York City. The initial members appear to have a healthy sense of humor, which I heartily endorse. I highly recommend checking out their video section. Warning, crumb number one is a link to a video similar to the one I linked to of a pelican eating pigeon. This one is much better quality but this time you see a goose chase after the pelican--wonder if that means the pelican has been going for goslings besides pigeons?

Crumb number 2, however is a hilarious prank and worth checking out--especially with your kids. Crumb 3 is a cartoon I'm not familiar with and Crumb 4 is some retro Bert (of Sesame Street) action.

Word On Disapproving Rabbits

Well, I just got off the phone with Harper Collins and got some great news about the Disapproving Rabbits book - both Barnes and Noble and Borders have ordered large quantities of the book! Actually, those two orders are more than half of the first printing--I think that's a good sign. Whoot!

We're now in the process of scheduling signings and appearances. If you think that your local book store or tv station would be interested in booking us (I'm going to try and take Cinnamon with me when I can) then email me at sharon at birdchick dot com. Also, if you know of any publications in your area that might appreciate a press release, please let me know.

The official date the book is ready for sale is October 15--right before Cape May Autumn Weekend/First Annual Blogger Conference.