Nature Conservancy Photo Contest Celebrates Duck Stamp

UPDATE: Just an FYI. I started to enter this contest and then I noticed that you have to submit your images high resolution on Flickr. That makes it kind of easy for someone to take your high resolution image, print it out and do whatever.

Calling all photographers and digiscopers:

In honor of the federal Duck Stamp contest being held in Minnesota this year, The Nature Conservancy is conducting a digital photography competition to highlight the beauty of our native prairies.

They're looking for inspiring, spectacular nature photography that represents the prairie wildlife and landscape native to Minnesota, North Dakota and South Dakota.

The Nature Conservancy in Minnesota, North Dakota and South Dakota 2008 Prairie Photo Contest (the “Contest”) is open to ALL photographers at least 18 years of age, except employees of The Nature Conservancy and the immediate families of such employees.

Cash prizes will be awarded, with a top prize of $250. The top ten photographs will be put on display.

Contest Deadline

Submit your photos by Tuesday, September 30, 2008, 11:59 p.m. Central Daylight Time. Photos must be uploaded and submitted by this time; no late entries will be eligible.

Get the details here.

Fall Banding At Carpenter

The warblers are just drippin' off the trees in Minnesota. We had a great day of banding on Friday at Carpenter Nature Center. Note this palm warbler giving itself a scratch in among the autumn leaves. Again, I have to say that the color at Carpenter is peaking right now, and it is a GREAT time to visit.

One of this first birds in the nets was this male American redstart. This was one of the easier birds to id--looks kinda like a miniature oriole.

Some were more challenging--even in hand. Here's a magnolia warbler.

I missed this, but my buddy Larry sent over a photo of a Wilson's warbler that someone banded.

A surprise thrush of the day, was this Swainson's thrush...didn't they just arrive, I feel like I was just listening to these guys sing as they were migrating north through my neighborhood. After I downloaded my photos onto my computer, I noticed the weird little spot behind the thrush's eye. I zoomed in on iPhoto, and I think those are ticks.

Here's a little bit closer view--and a shot of the bird's nictitating membrane (extra eyelid that protects a bird's eye in flight or while eating). Man, I'm also just noticing how large this bird's eye is in relation to its head--it could give an owl a run for its money on big eyes.

We got in a plethora of vireos and normally this time of year, it's a bunch of red-eyed vireos, but didn't get any of those. But seemed like we were getting anything but. The above bird just confused me. It had a bunch of yellow, so I thought "Ah, Philadelphia vireo!" Alas, no, it's a warbling vireo. That's a vireo I just don't pay that much attention to, the first time I really worked to get a look (you tend to hear them more than see them) I was rewarded with a really drab gray bird. But they can have some splashes of yellow--these are the birds that some birder's describe saying, "If I could seize one, I would squeeze one, and I'd squeeze it 'til it squirts." Not sure what exactly it wants to squeeze or what that birder had on his mind when they made that one up.

Now, here is a Philadelphia vireo--the yellow goes down the chest. We got in a few of these.

And then we got in a dazzling yellow-throated vireo. Not a bad day of banding.

Skywatch Friday, Borrowing Some Blue

It's Skywatch Friday again!

We were out banding birds at Carpenter Nature Center this morning (more on that later) and it has gotten more beautiful than it was two weeks ago. The morning started cloudy but soon cleared to bright blue with white puffy clouds.

The blue was so good, that a young eastern bluebird still molting into it's adult plumage was able to borrow some color for the mean time.

I tried to find ways to tie in the white asters to connect with the puffy clouds when a honey bee flew into the shot with heavy pollen baskets. I became obsessed with trying to get a bee with sky in the background.

I went from goldenrod to goldenrod trying to get the perfect shot of bee, flower, sky, and pollen basket. Every time I would get my camera in perfect position for a macro shot, the bee would fly away, as if suddenly shy, and heading for goldenrod further back. Finally, one bee had enough of me, flew up a few inches, shook back and forth and flew straight for my head. The buzzing stopped as soon as she disappeared over the top of my head. It was at this point that the beekeeper inside me began to question the wisdom of pestering foraging bees, after all those are the ones more likely to sting you when irritated. I didn't feel any crawling through my hair and hoped the bee moved on.

I was surrounded by goldenrod and surrounded by bees. I slowly made my way back to the trail and managed to get the perfect shot of a bee on the goldenrod (though sans pollen basket) with sky, sumac, purple aster, dogwood and more goldenrod behind her. Once again, I say Carpenter Nature Center is at its peak beauty this time a year and SO worth a trip.

A Guide To The Birds Of East Africa

Hey, somebody got an interesting photo of a woodpecker in Arkansas--no, seriously, they did. It's not an ivory-billed, but some kind of crazy hybrid. Northern flicker looks like one half of the bird...but the other half, who can say? Check out photos here (click on the thumbnails to see larger versions). I'm thinking flicker with a red-bellied, but I'm not married to that.

I forgot to mention that I read a delightful little book earlier this summer call A Guide to the Birds of East Africa. The book by Nicholas Drayson is about two older male birders in Africa having a birding competition. Whoever sees the most species in the span of a week wins the opportunity to ask a prominent local female field trip leader to a big dance coming up. Will the winner by the shy Mr. Malik who has been pining for Rose all these years but is not the best birder on the block? Or will the winner be that rogue Harry Kahn with fast car and hardcore birding buddies? It's a bit British in style, but still has enough of a sense of humor to throw in a fart joke. If you're looking for something light to read with a touch of African birds, this book is a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Fantastic Banding At Mr. Neil's

Quick notes first: My buddy Amber can be seen in an odd photo I took of a Mandrake Carrot at Lorraine's blog and Mr. Neil's blog. Rumor has it that the MC is working it's way towards our home for a sacrifice to the great Disapproving Rabbit.

Tea and Food linked my Chicken of the Woods post. I have not found any in the usual places this year. I think it's been too dry. I'm worried about not finding my all time fave wild edible - Hen of the Woods. But that's one of the reasons wild food is such a delight when it happens, you just never know for sure if you'll have it.

Sunday was the day I always knew we could have at Mr. Neil's. I always knew there was great banding potential and great things to be learned. I've asked Mark and Roger to band and they've been out a couple of times and we've gotten some birds, but nothing like this past Sunday. It was good timing with the migration and placement of the nets.

We had some nets set up around the feeders and another set down in the woods near the creek (but far from the beehives). The nets were so busy around the feeders that after we got birds out, we would furl the nets up so we could quickly process the birds we had. I think we banded a total of 53 birds on Sunday.

The most common species banded that day? Goldfinches! I'll have to double check Roger's report, but I think he said they banded a total of 27 goldfinches? It was insane around the feeders, they would unfurl the nets and in less than 3 minutes, there would be 6 goldfinches. These are fun to band and I noted some things that banders look at when a bird is in hand. Notice the rough and beat up look of the primary wing feathers? Those are older feathers that have been worn with use. Then notice how some are fresh looking and not too beat up.

You can do this with all birds and Mark's research with banding is the aging of down and hairy woodpeckers based on feather replacement symmetry and wing feather color. According to his research, you can age a downy or hairy up to four years. Next time you see a downy or hairy woodpecker on your feeder, take a minute to look at the wings. Sometimes, you'll notice that some of the wing feathers will be brownish instead of black--that's all part of Mark's aging system.

At one point, we had so many birds in the feeder nets that Mark and Roger told Amber and I bag only non banded birds, any birds that already had a band, we were to note the number and let it go. A could were found and Mark and Roger were able to figure out if it was banded last spring or fall. I took out the above goldfinch and noticed right away that the band was on the right foot--we normally put it on the left. I assumed that this was probably a bird they let me band last fall and spring when I was still learning and somehow managed to put it on the wrong foot. I read off the number. Mark and Roger looked at each other and said, "Bag it!" Turns out, this banded goldfinch was not banded by Mark and Roger--it wasn't wearing one of their assigned bands! This is the type of excitement that banders live for. It's exciting to get any of your birds recovered and get the data, but to get someone else's bird is just as exciting. The bird had a brood patch (meaning she's nesting nearby). The band looked fairly new...is someone nearby banding birds? Or did she get banded this past spring and did she travel a good distance? Mark and Roger are going to submit the band number to the Bird Banding Lab and we'll have to wait and see on the results.

UPDATE: We now know where that finch came from!

It will be interesting to note how many banded goldfinches will stick around--27 is a lot of finches. But towards the end of the day, Amber and I were noticing non banded finches at the feeder--how did we miss you? Finches do wander in the winter, but I'll be keeping an eye out for them at the feeders--and for one with the right foot banded.

The feeder nets were pretty hoppin' but we also had the nets in the woods. Mark and Roger could hear LOTS of birds in the woods, but they were high in the canopy and we weren't sure if they would come down. We got one bird right away--recognize the species? I wasn't too surprised to find it in the nets, they have nested near where the nets were placed. It's an ovenbird!

The ovenbird is the species that goes "teacher teacher teacher" in the woods. I got some footage of Mr. Neil's ovenbird earlier this year. Here's the link to that blog entry. I doubt it's the same bird, but nice to know some are still here this week.

As Amber and I were taking in the beauty of the ovenbird, Amber and I took note of the feathers on the back...hm, kind of olive...

...kind of like the olive feathers found stuck to the toes of a sharp-shinned hawk at Frank's banding station the day before. I have to say that if I were a sharpie, I would target an ovenbird--that's one beefy warblers. They are chunky and feel like they would fill you up a lot better than some tiny yellow-rumped warbler.

The ovenbird is a brown bird, but they do have that crazy rusty cap on their heads and it's a bird that you rarely get to see from the top down and it was fun to just take in every nook and cranny of the feathers. After the ovenbird, the woods net wasn't getting any traffic. We could hear warblers and vireos passing overhead, but couldn't get them down. I started to think about how Hawk Ridge uses owl calls to bring in birds for owl banding in the fall. Why not try that on Mr. Neil's property? Territory song will not work this time of year, but some chip notes would work. I grabbed my iPod and iMainGo Speaker. BirdJam has a new warbler playlist that not only has tracks of songs, but tracks of chip notes for each warbler species. I also have Cornell's Voices of North American Owls which has each type of owl call for every North American species on individual tracks. So, I made a quick mobbing playlist: a single eastern screech owl trill followed by chip notes of a few warbler species I know could be found in Mr. Neil's woods. The whole playlist lasted less than two minutes. I hung my iPod near the nets and walked in the woods a bit with Amber. We walked back to the nets:

A northern waterthrush! It was so strange to see this bird in hand being so still. When you see them along creeks, they are always bobbing their tails like little Fergies.

It was a good chance for me to really work on telling northern waterthrushes from Louisiana waterthrushes. This one is for sure a northern because of the yellowish wash and the spotting on the chin. The only other way I did it before was with song, having them in hand is a chance to hone your id skillz.

We tried the playlist once more and when Amber and I returned to the net, we saw a flycatcher perched just in front of the net. It looked young and we tried walking towards it to see if it would flush into the net. It flew over, but the reason why it flushed was that another bird was already in the net--a great crested flycatcher! After Amber took this guy out of the net and walked it back to the banding table, the other flycatcher kept following us. I think it was a young bird wondering what was going on with its parent, but without DNA tests, can't know for sure.

This bird is a beauty. They are also cagey as all get out, I always have a tough time digiscoping these dudes and was surprised we got one in the nets. Check out all the yellow on the belly and along the wings.

And where the bird is brown, it's not just regular brown, it's a beautiful rust. These birds are cavity nesters and I have seen them use a Peterson bluebird box. Periodically, birdhouse manufacturers will try to make great crested flycatcher houses but they never seem to catch on. I think there's a block. When people think flycatcher, they thing drab brownish gray. Wouldn't you love to have a dynamite looking bird like this--and like bluebirds, they're insectivores!

Even the inside of their beaks are colorful. These guys are known for their loud "reep, reep" call. This guy gave a much whinier version of that. He also snapped his bill a few times, similar to what an owl does when threatened. Just a cool insect eating bird all around.

Alas, we tried our mobbing playlist two more times and the birds seemed to have figured us out. "Hey, did you notice that screech owl trills the exact same way every time? Hmm, and did you notice that when it's mobbed, the same birds go in the same order, never overlapping each other...call me bird brained, but that is suspicious." Even though we didn't get huge amounts of birds, we got some awesome birds. I'm going to definitely watch the ovenbirds that nest around there next spring and see if either of the pairs are banded.

Mr. Neil's Showy Mountain Ash & Fuzzy Leaves

Hey, any readers have any idea what this fuzzy stuff is on a leaf. I found it on several leaves of the same plant. It was on the underside of the leaf and the fuzz balls appeared fixed to the spot. Is this some type of gaul? Insect egg sac? Fungus? Alien life for that will take over my body and cause me to point and scream a la Donald Sutherland in the 70's version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Inquiring Birdchicks want to know.

Mr. Neil has a show mountain ash or rowan tree as he likes to call it. The berries are ripe and the birds are ready to pluck. This young robin spent a good chunk of Sunday in the tree. Amber was with me and she pointed out that every time the young robin was around, a young rose-breasted grosbeak was nearby. If the robin flew away, the grosbeak soon followed. We wondered if the robin and grosbeak were forming their own mixed flock and figuring out this whole survival thing together.

Waxwings, like this young cedar waxwing were getting in the berry action as well. I wish I had more time to digiscope them. While watching their antics in the tree, a ruby-throated hummingbird flew in and systematically tested all the berry clusters for nectar potential. It flew away disappointed but would periodically return--how could something that bright not have any nectar? Must be hard for that tiny brain to process.

Weekend Banding Extravaganza Part 1

Non Birding Bill went away to New York for the weekend and I found myself a bachelorette for a few days. I had some plans for songbird banding at Mr. Neil's on Sunday, but called my buddy Amber and asked if she wanted to go up for the day on Saturday to Frank's to band hawks and then come back on Sunday to band songbirds. She was game and I was glad for the good company. I was a touch worried that I had jinxed our banding weekend. I dropped NBB off at the airport at 4am on Friday, came home and fell asleep, missing Friday banding at Carpenter. I figured I would get in enough practice over the weekend. I worried with the few birds on Saturday that Sunday would be a bummer. I was wrong.

We got in a couple of sharp-shinned hawks. It's still a bit early in the season, but a slow day in a hawk blind is better than a great day in the office. We didn't see huge amounts of hawks flying the skies but that left time for jokes and witty witty repartee--not unlike the Algonquin Round Table, only substitute painful bird puns for witty repartee and waxy chocolate donuts, cheetos, and gas station coffee for martinis.

We got in a cute little female kestrel. It's always surprising when a kestrel comes into the nets--they're about the same size as the bait pigeon and it's surprising that they think prey that size is a good idea. She was a passage (hatched this year) bird, so perhaps she's still trying to figure out what is sensible prey.

After she was banded and released she landed on a spruce. A second female kestrel (on the left) landed on a spruce near her. I wonder if these two were in the same nest this past summer? The bird we released started preening her. Amber's boyfriend says that the birds are muttering, "Damn greasy primates!" after having been handled and banded. The second kestrel soon followed suit, even though she had not been banded. She was cute, she kept rubbing the top of her head on the spruce top--a great way to scratch those itchy feather shafts.

One of the sharp-shinned hawks that flew in had just hunted successfully. Te toes were covered with blood and had a couple of feathers still stuck to them. The feathers were a bit olive. Amber and I were trying to suss out what the prey could have been--warbler, sparrow? We think we figured it out during the next day's songbird banding.

We stayed until about 4pm, only three birds had been banded up to that point--2 sharp-shinned hawks and a kestrel. I'll be back up later this season--hopefully with photos of goshawks.

Is That A Woodpecker Or A Wind Up Bird?

Some birders aren't gonna like this.

An artist in Norway called HC Gilje, has a 3 year research fellowship at the National Academy of the Arts in Bergen. The big question: How can audiovisual tools be used to transform, create, expand, amplify and interpret physical spaces? Well, here's one way that the artist is trying out--using little electronic mechanisms to create woodpecker drumming sounds in the woods called "wind-up birds." This flock of mechanical woodpeckers, have been put in a forest in Lillehammer, Norway as part of the UT-21 project.

In the blog, the artist wonders, "How will nature treat them, with hostility or acceptance?" and is intrigued that the sounds fool humans. I would imagine that here in the US, they would be treated with hostility as angry birders would claim the art would drive woodpeckers out of their territories or stress them out or just plain confuse them...or be angry into thinking a flock of rare woodpeckers had moved in only to find out they were punked by an art project. Speaking of rare woodpeckers, I wonder if this project couldn't be modified to do that double knock the ivory-billed woodpecker is supposed to make? A bunch could be placed in Arkansas or Florida to try and call out the woodpecker that cannot be photographed in to the open.

Here's a video of of the wind-up birds:


wind-up bird(s) from hc gilje on Vimeo.

Oriole Still Around

We did some bird banding at Mr. Neil's this weekend. Lorraine did a great job of keeping the feeders going before hand so birds would be around and my buddy Amber and I arrived early and topped them off before the nets went up. Amber found an oriole and I asked if it looked disappointed that the jelly feeder was empty and began rummaging through the fridge looking for some grape jelly. She said it was spending a lot of time on the suet feeder.

We filled the jelly feeder, but all day long, the male Baltimore oriole ate off the suet feeders. A chill has joined the wind in our neck of the woods with a strong reminder that fall is just down the street. Insects are disappearing, so it makes sense that the oriole would prefer the cashew suet feeder. I'm not sure how much longer this male will be around, but it was nice to get one last look before he left. I just realized it will be a good 8 months until I see one of these guys return to the yard for nesting.

Marathon Birding & Banding Weekend

Just came off from a wild weekend of banding. I'm feeling as rough as this mid-molt robin looks. We did a little bit of hawk banding and a whole lotta songbird banding. Here is a tiny video of a kestrel that we got into the nets. She was very fascinated with my purple nail polish: