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I'm not regretting my previous post. It's been a good eight hours and I'm still okay with it.

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I've been trying to analyze what set me off with this article. Was the smug photo? Was it the blatant disregard for the legalities of the situation? Was it that it was a cardinal? Was it because it was another stupid article in the mainstream media that was inaccurate about birds--was I blowing off steam? Was it hope that US Fish and Wildlife would actually use the Migratory Species Act to fine someone?

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I think it's frustration. Frustration that we can't design cell phone towers and windows in a way that is good for humans and safe for birds. Frustration with a growing apathy, a sense that there is nothing we can do, the problem is too big. What we need are all those budding architects, designers, engineers, ANYONE out there to pioneer designs that are safe for birds and economical. I don't even begin to know how to understand how this can be done but we need it.

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So, all of you out there with kids and see any of them with any interest in those fields, please plant the seed now so we can use those growing brains to help birds. You don't have to be an ornithologist, author, blogger, bander, head of a large conservation organization, etc to help birds. You can be anyone with a great idea for design. We need you. We need you to help prevent this kind of thing from happening.

Warning: I'm Blogging Angry

I'm breaking my rule of blogging angry. I try hard to wait 24 hours before flying off the handle but I just can't with this article that a reader passed my way. Chances are good when I calm down this entry will disappear.

Here is a crap article in Newsweek about some woman who thinks she's cute because she knowingly and purposely broke the law and shot a Northern Cardinal because it was flying into her windows. The tactics she listed that she claimed she tried before shooting it were all wrong. Why didn't she cover the windows for a month with a sheet or better yet pay attention to where it was nesting and remove the nesting area after the chicks fledged?

A few things about me:

1. I am NOT anti gun or anti hunting--I eat meat, I'm pro falconry and I hit up every pheasant and grouse hunter I know to see if they have surplus of birds. I'm not angry that this woman used a gun--more power to ethical hunters.

2. I am anti poaching and that is what this is plain and simple and she is making a bad example of responsible gun owners and hunters.

Being a blogger my inclination is that we flood Newsweek with protests which will be meaningless because they will just give the "thanks for your opinion" with the satisfaction of knowing a controversial story is getting lots of hits. Instead, let's turn in the writer, Walda Cameron to Turn in Poachers. She has blatantly broken the law according the Migratory Bird Treaty and is bragging about it, and also setting a bad example of how to illegally deal with wildlife.

The article says that she lives in Goshen, New York and the toll free number is 1-800-TIPP DEC or 1-800-847-7332 or if you go to the TIP website you can submit the violation via email, all you have to do is copy and paste the article--it even has a photo of her to show authorities, how helpful! I already phoned. I told the very nice man on the other end of the line to expect more calls and he chuckled and said, "I wouldn't be surprised."

Cold Birds

Rough night, little merlin? If you look close you can see a little feather stuck to her cere (nose). Usually all the education birds at The Raptor Center live their life in their mews outside, almost all of our education birds are birds that would be found in Minnesota. The only exceptions are the turkey vulture and the barn owl. With the extreme cold, the bird curator doesn't want to take any chances so most of our education birds come indoors when it's below zero.

Here are a couple of our female peregrines perched in what is normally our room for prepping birds for programs. That's a travel crate that we use for the birds sitting between them. You may notice that the crate is covered save for a few air holes. Birds stay more relaxed when being transported by car or plane if they can't see what's going on outside the crate. If we have to bring in several birds at night, they will sleep inside their travel crates.

The education courtyard where we house the birds was relatively quiet. We had a fresh layer of snow this morning (right at rush hour--the get out of jail free card for those who are perpetually late). With the snow making the stairs slick and the sub zero temps making it uncomfortable for people and risky for birds, we didn't do too many outdoor tours today.

I did do a walk around to take a few portraits of the fluffed up birds outside. Here is a red-tailed hawk. Most of our red-tails are pretty hardy.

Here, Andi the golden eagle is keepin' it real by hanging outside in the sub zero weather. I know she is supposed to look fierce and everything, but it's hard to take that seriously when she has snow piling up on her head. If I haven't mentioned it before, she is blind in her left eye, that's why you don't see a pupil.

Above is Sam the white phase great horned owl, fluffing up to stay warm. She has snow piling on her as well, but you can't see it with her lighter colored feathers. This is a color phase of great horned owls that you can see in Minnesota--usually further north. Think about all the birches and aspens, wouldn't she blend in perfectly with that bark? All of our great horned owls are so in the mating mood right now. It's tough giving a program with an owl that is imprinted on humans this time of year. They hoot so much at you and at the audience it's difficult to get a word in edgewise.

Now, here is something to wrap your brain around. All of you experiencing the sub zero weather right now: great horned owls are incubating eggs and quite possibly chicks as you read this. Thank goodness for warm downy feathers.

Oh, it was so strange yesterday. FM 107 had a promo for Ian and Margery playing all day and the promo sampled me saying "peter peter peter peter peter peter". I swear I was doing a cardinal impression. But it was still weird to hear me every fifteen minutes on the radio. I find I talk more about sex than birds on that show, but I still feel I'm doing a service by showing that birders can talk about more than just birds.

When I went to get the link for FM 107, I just noticed that my accountant is advertising on their site. If you need a great tax accountant this season, I can't recommend Dan enough--he's great--especially if you have complicated taxes and hate dealing with money. He got us our first refund in four years and even apologized that it wasn't more. I love Dan...as much as a happily married woman can platonically love an accountant.

Cinnamon the Disapproving Rabbit Streaming on the Internet!

Just a Show has just put up Episode 30 with the big Cinnamon interview. You can watch it from their site or go to iTunes and download it under podcasts. Look for Just A Show Episode 30. We're about 13 - 14 minutes into the show and you do need to watch the Virgin Islands sketch to understand the question that I ask a the end of the segment.

You can't see it, but there is a big billowy cloud of bunny fur around the host Keith King and myself while we are talking. Poor Cinnamon was too nervous to eat parsley but she did well for her first interview.

Thanks, so much, Keith, for having us on. We had a great time and totally enjoyed the popcorn you gave us. Keith sent us a DVD, so Non Birding Bill and I are going to see if we can get just the Cinnamon part on the website.

February 5, 2007 Showcase Minnesota

Julie Zickefoose has kindly let me demo the suet recipe she uses on Showcase Minnesota. Here's a link to a blog post Julie did on how big a batch she likes to make as well as the original recipe.

Julie said that the original Peanut Butter Suet Dough Recipe is by Carrie Griffis--she fed it to a wild pileated woodpecker out of her hand. Carrie fed it to the adults who then fed it to their young. I can't imagine one of those guys eating out of my hand!

1 cup cheap peanut butter
1 cup lard

Melt these two over low heat, being careful not to let it scorch. Remove from heat and stir in:

2 cups plain yellow cornmeal
2 cups quick oats
1 cup flour

Allow to cool and harden, then chop into chunks and store at room temperature in jars. Serve crumbled in a shallow dish. Attracts bluebirds, chickadees, titmice, nuthatches, woodpeckers, jays, wrens, thrashers, orioles, cardinals, and towhees. Julie recommends that bluebirds might need a little extra encouragement to try it, so you made need to add mealworms when you first feed it. Yum!

Julie also says, "I can make this on air if there is a stove available." Those are some strong hands.

Hope Coming Out of Florida!

After that bummer of a news story yesterday (which I had been trying to bury with other posts), we get signal of hopeful news...literally a signal:

From WFRV:

(AP) MILWAUKEE One young whooping crane likely survived a Florida storm that killed 17 other cranes, which were led south last fall from Wisconsin by ultralight aircraft.

Organizers originally thought all 18 birds had perished in the storms early Friday while they were being kept in an enclosure at the Chassahowitzka National Wildlife Refuge in Florida.

But when they went in for the birds' carcasses yesterday, they discovered one missing.

Rachel Levin, with the US Fish and Wildlife Service, says they later received a signal from its transmitter on Saturday and then again today. She says his signal is in the enclosure's vicinity.

She also says the bird happens to be the male that wandered from the flock on their last day of migration in December and was found a few days later.


So much hope resting on one bird with a tendency to wander. Sometimes a bird going away from the flock is what is needed in order for it to survive and succeed. Not every lone bird seemingly lost from its flock is lost or in trouble.

What Crazy People Do For Fun

I got a bird report from my family in Indiana: My sister Monica sent this photo of a Cooper's hawk her husband Dave took in their yard. Look at that flat head! Textbook Cooper's hawk.

In this weather I would just prefer to hole up and hibernate sampling various tea concoctions, toddies, soups, and stews. Non Birding Bill still wants to go out. Since it was his birthday he got to choose where we were to go and what to do so we headed for the Maul of America. It actually isn't too bad an idea, walking its halls as quickly as possible is remarkably good exercise. As we were leaving he thanked me for spending the afternoon with him at the MOA and asked where I wanted to go for my birthday. "Firing range." I responded. He smiled, nervously.

Meanwhile, the WingScapes Camera captured the freezing birds on the ledge. The nice thing about that camera is that if I can't be home to watch the birds it will watch them for me. The batteries didn't last too long since the temps never made it above -7, but I got a few fun and strange shots. Of course the starlings armada was the first to move in. A cardinal is actually the first bird to show up on our ledge, but they come while it's still dark out and the camera is off. One morning I found a cardinal feeding in the dark on one side of the ledge and a flying squirrel on the other side. Just two strangers passing in the night...or at least the early dawn hours.

After the starling armada has conquered the ledge the pigeons decide that they want a piece of the action and stage an overthrow.

Eventually, the pigeons realize that no matter how much they lunge at the starlings, it's a waste of energy to keep at them. The starlings are small enough to maneuver around the larger lumbering bodies of the pigeons. As a pigeon is pushing one starling away, two more will sneak behind the pigeon and get in a few mouthfuls. The pigeons eventually start snapping up what precious seed they can before the starlings get it all and peace is reached momentarily.

When the ledge quiets down the woodpeckers move in for the suet on the wall. This poor downy got one piece of suet stuck to his breast. He eventually got it off. Nice to know that I'm not the only one who has that problem.

Last night was the Luminary Loppet:

Blocks of ice are hollowed out and filled with a candle. Then the blocks lined up in a path on the frozen Lake of the Isles and around the islands. Cross country skiers can go around the trail in a race but along the way are stops for hot cider, snow shoeing, etc.

Above is a press photo from the website of what the blocks lined up on part of the trail look like. It would be a gorgeous trail to take at night with all the candles and the view of downtown Minneapolis. Some of the homes along Lake of Isles keep their holiday lights out, so it's kind of a romantic view. With the wind chill at -31, NBB an I thought we would just drive around the lake to see the luminaries and the people crazy enough to ski on the lake. Then something caught our eye:

Someone had built a fire right on the lake itself. NBB and I looked at each other and we could see the same thought crossing our minds. We can't pass a fire built on ice on a lake and not go check it out. Plus, we wanted to get an up close photo of one of the blocks of ice. We ran from the car out onto the ice to the fire--surely we would get some warmth from the fire? The wind was fierce and only two people were tending the fire. They seemed both sad and relieved not to have a larger crowd for their efforts. Sad because it's such a cool event, relieved that with a small crowd they wouldn't be tending the fire in this ass freezing wind for long. A few skiers passed and we cheered them on. NBB snapped a photo of the fire and the above photo of the ice block and after three minutes we were sprinting back to the car. My fingers got so frozen so fast they already had the pre frostbite ache, which was worsened when I realized that I couldn't fish the car key out of my coat pocket with my glove on. I removed my glove, retrieved the car key shouting copious amounts of profanity with every step. I hadn't planned on being outside so I didn't even have some Hot Hands with me. Arrrgh. I'm fine with cold, until it's below zero, then I earn my husband given nickname of Sharon Q. Whinypants.

We laughed our way all the way home at the crazy things people do for entertainment in February. Then had some much earned birthday cake and scotch. Good times in a marriage.

And now, it's Super Bowl Sunday and I have to watch--the Indianapolis Colts are actually in the Super Bowl--my mind is blown. I remember when they were brought to Indy from Baltimore and all the arguing about what a waste of money that was--now look at 'em playing in the Big Show.

Wedge-tailed Eagles Don't Like Paragliders

Thanks, Michelle, for bringing this from CNN to my attention:

CANBERRA, Australia (Reuters) -- Britain's top female paraglider has cheated death after being attacked by a pair of "screeching" wild eagles while competition flying in Australia.

Nicky Moss, 38, watched terrified as two huge birds began tearing into her parachute canopy, one becoming tangled in her lines and clawing at her head 2,500 meters (8,200ft) in the air.

"I heard screeching behind me and a eagle flew down and attacked me, swooping down and bouncing into the side of my wing with its claws," Moss told Reuters on Friday.

"Then another one appeared and together they launched a sustained attack on my glider, tearing at the wing."

The encounter happened on Monday while Moss -- a member of the British paragliding team -- was preparing for world titles this month at Manilla in northern New South Wales state.

One of the giant wedge-tailed eagles became wrapped in the canopy lines and slid down toward Moss, lashing at her face with its talons as her paraglider plummeted towards the ground.

"It swooped in and hit me on the back of the head, then got tangled in the glider which collapsed it. So I had a very, very large bird wrapped up screeching beside me as I screamed back," Moss said.

She said she thought about dumping her parachute-style canopy and using the reserve.

"But then I would have been descending on my reserve as the birds continued shredding it, which I wasn't happy about," she said.

Wedge-tailed eagles are Australia's largest predatory birds and have a wing-span of more than two meters.

Moss said the attack ended after the second bird freed itself and the glider reached a height of only 100 meters from the ground, taking her outside the territory of the pair, who probably mistook her as a bird intruder.

Veteran Australian paraglider pilot Godfrey Wenness said eagle attacks were rare, but Moss had been flying in an area where the birds were not accustomed to human pilots.

"Eagles are the sharks of the air. But if you're a regular they just treat you pretty indifferently," he said.

Moss, who crashed into a gum tree in Australia last year while flying in Victoria, said her latest encounter had not put her off flying.

"I see the eagles quite often and they are incredibly beautiful, but I must say I have never been so relieved to reach the ground," she said.

Bummer News In Florida

Those storms and tornado in Florida that hit Thursday night that killed and injured many people also put a huge dent in the whooping crane reintroduction project as well. This is from the Chicago Tribune:

MILWAUKEE -- All 18 endangered young whooping cranes that were led south from Wisconsin last fall as part of a project to create a second migratory flock of the birds were killed in storms in Florida, a spokesman said.

The cranes were being kept in an enclosure at the Chassahowitzka National Wildlife Refuge near Crystal River, Fla., when violent storms moved in Thursday night, said Joe Duff, co-founder of Operation Migration, the organization coordinating the project.

"The birds were checked in late afternoon the day before, and they were fine," he said Friday.

The area of the enclosure was unreachable by workers at night, and all the birds were found dead, Duff said. He speculated that a strong storm surge drew the tide in and overwhelmed the birds. The official cause of the deaths was not immediately known, but he said it may have been drowning.

The thunderstorms and at least one tornado that hit central Florida caused widespread damage and killed at least 19 people.

For the past six years, whooping cranes hatched in captivity have been raised at the Necedah National Wildlife Refuge in central Wisconsin by workers who wear crane-like costumes to keep the birds wary of humans.

Ultralight aircraft are used to teach new groups of young cranes the migration route to Florida. From then on, the birds migrate north in the spring and south in the fall on their own.

Duff described the loss as an "unavoidable disaster" for the whooping cranes project that ironically followed a milestone.

For the first time in six years, an entire group of young birds reared at the Necedah refuge had made it to the Florida refuge without the loss of a single crane.

The project's previous losses all involved individual birds killed by predators or fatally injured in accidents.

"It's a fluke. It's an unforeseen thing," Duff said. "So many birds and they were such good birds. It was our hardest migration and our most difficult one to fund."

The various groups and agencies working on the project had seen the size of the flock grow to 81 birds with the latest arrivals, but the loss of the young cranes drops the total back to 63, and there may have been additional losses.

Duff said there was no way of knowing whether other whooping cranes that winter in the area had survived the storm.

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is part of the Whooping Crane Eastern Partnership. Partnership officials and Duff said the work would continue.

Members of the whooping crane recovery team were meeting in Louisiana when the Florida storm occurred, going over the past year's progress and setting goals for this year, when they learned what had happened, Duff said.

After the initial shock, "it just reinforced the support and determination to get this done," he said.

The whooping crane, the tallest bird in North America, was near extinction in 1941, with only about 20 left.

The other wild whooping crane flock in North America has about 200 birds and migrates from Canada to the Texas Gulf Coast. A non-migratory flock in Florida has about 60 birds.