Central Mass Bird Reports, 2008
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This is an archive of bird reports that give an extended narrative of a bird trip, or that give an extensive compilation of bird sightings. To contribute, you can email to rsquimby@wpi.edu.
Deviating from my usual strategy of immediately plodding up the Powerline Trail and systematically parsing each quadrant of the horizon upon reaching the summit yielded excellent results. Exploring the damp confines of the mixed hardwood forest in the vicinity of the parking lot situated at the base of the Powerline Trail and along Route 119 stretching both east and west allowed for prolonged observation of several mixed flocks of feeding passerines. Pine and Black-throated Green warblers darted in and out of the inky depths of the pine boughs, occasionally hectored out of the canopy�s uppermost reaches by a restive contingent of Blue Jays. Arriving at the summit of Mount Watatic at 9:11 A.M., I am dumbfounded to find myself the only hawk-watcher situated there on a day providing superlative viewing conditions. I unpack necessary gear and quickly glue my eyes to the northwestern horizon. Pangs of anticipation prod my eyes to a greater level of awareness when the last strands of morning fog dissolve and a compact kettle of ninety-two Broad-winged Hawks churns dreamily into the heavens at 10:23 A.M. Brilliant white cumulus clouds push steadily southward by 11:22 A.M., facilitating stellar views of the morning�s second kettle of 113 birds. My eyes benefit enormously from cloud cover that thickens throughout the day. "Hi." "Whaaa!" Startled, I shift my position in the direction of the voice. A smiling, marble-smooth tan face accentuated by gleaming sunglasses fills my bleary eyes. "Hawks?" "Yep." We exchange pleasantries. I�m delighted to see her produce a well-used pair of binoculars from her pack during the course of our introductory banter. Peg quickly discerns eighty Broad-wings clustering over a pocket of antennae dotting a hilltop on the northeastern horizon. The coordinates she supplies allows us both to take in the full size of the kettle, soon swelling to 126 birds. The tapestry of clouds widens, and we both savor the sight of the birds trailing to the southwest, wings flickering as they attempt to divine the outlines of the next thermal. Birds continue to appear, a modest kettle blossoming in the east over a tiny, squat water tower. With the structure anchoring my gaze, I elevate my optics slowly above it. Peg picks out additional birds, the kettle�s total gradually rising to 131. As the birds stream southward, she concludes discussing the particulars of her upcoming travels, and departs at 12:40 P.M. I rue the fact that I am again the day�s sole observer, and begin scrutinizing segments of the horizon at fixed intervals in hope of missing as few birds as possible. The afternoon lull in the passage of Broad-winged Hawks is punctuated by many absorbing sightings of other raptors and myriad songbirds. Horned Larks skirmish over the expansive gravel patches peppering Watatic�s pinnacle. Pockets of American Goldfinches flit back and forth over the power lines stretching along the south side of Route 119 East. Scoping the borders of Watatic and Ward Ponds southeast of the summit and a soggy meadow northeast of the mountain�s apex produces fine views of Great Blue Heron, Double--crested Cormorant, Northern Harrier, and White-tailed Deer. Studying the dense deciduous forest stretching eastward from the mountain supplies first-rate views of Sharp-shinned Hawks plunging after invisible quarry sequestered in the canopy below. The Boston skyline acts as a superb visual reference point for spotting the day�s pair of Cooper�s Hawks, their lengthy orbit of the treetops providing no prey worthy of pursuit. Sudden shade envelops the landscape at 1:52 P.M. and clouds swallow the sun whole at 2:11 P.M. Diverting my attention away from the sprawling landscape below, I again make censusing Broad-winged Hawks my first priority. After nearly a half-hour of canvassing the swelling banks of clouds, my eyes are drawn to a procession of winged specks leisurely coasting south. Chalk-white undersides come into crisp focus. I count fourteen juvenile Broad-winged Hawks, and I direct my gaze further along their ramrod-straight course, gradually picking up additional birds. Pivoting my gaze squarely into the northeast, I glimpse a substantial kettle gradually dissolving over a dwindling thermal. I study the birds� dissipating corkscrew formation, arriving at a total of 172 birds. The mammoth white clouds begin to split and drift away, the birds scattering and becoming completely engulfed by the widening expanses of azure sky by 2:57 P.M. The next ninety minutes of observation produce no additional Broad-wings, and I sense that Nature�s spectacle has concluded for the day. Perhaps pleased to have the heavens to themselves, a pair of Common Ravens careens gleefully through the empty blue filling the northern horizon. Their guttural squawks spilling earthward, the birds press further east, vanishing at the border of pale sky and dark forest. My eyes halt at a motionless speck fixed at the point in the sky where the ravens commenced their plunge towards the trees. It remains as level as a hyphen upon a printed page, and I am only aware of its movement when the background behind it snaps from stark blue to watery gray. Wheeling suddenly, the silhouette�s robust, mud-brown wings are stretched taut against the somber cloud. I sidestep gingerly to my left, carefully repositioning my feet to keep from stumbling along the rocky, uneven ground. A cotton-white head and tail twinkle against blue sky. The adult Bald Eagle is propelled west of the cairn abutting the granite marker erected at Mount Watatic�s peak, dashing over the pines behind it as I part the oak branches at the trailhead and begin my descent. American Crow 17 American Goldfinch 47 American Robin 38 Bald Eagle 1 Black-capped Chickadee 6 Black-throated Green Warbler 18 Blue Jay 13 Broad-winged Hawk* 634 Brown Creeper 3 Carolina Wren 1 Cedar Waxwing 11 Common Grackle 3 Common Raven 4 Cooper�s Hawk 2 Dark-eyed Junco 3 Double--crested Cormorant 1 Downy Woodpecker 2 Eastern Phoebe 4 Eastern Towhee 2 Golden-crowned Kinglet 2 Great Blue Heron 1 Hairy Woodpecker 1 Hermit Thrush 2 Horned Lark 9 House Wren 1 Mockingbird 1 Mourning Dove 14 Northern Cardinal 3 Northern Flicker 3 Northern Harrier 1 Osprey 3 Pine Warbler 13 Red-bellied Woodpecker 2 Red-breasted Nuthatch 6 Red-eyed Vireo 1 Red-tailed Hawk 2 Red-winged Blackbird 11 Rock Pigeon 27 Scarlet Tanager 2 Sharp-shinned Hawk 5 Song Sparrow 3 Tufted Titmouse 3 Turkey Vulture 8 White-breasted Nuthatch 5 White-tailed Deer 3 White-throated Sparrow 1 Yellow-rumped Warbler 8 * - MANY thanks to congenial hiker Peg Lorenz, whose steady eyes and infectious enthusiasm SUBSTANTIALLY increased the day�s Broad-winged Hawk count!(trip report from Chris Ellison).
Breezy, overcast conditions coupled with occasional periods of windswept drizzle characterized dawn viewing at Winimusset Wildlife Management Area. As the murk of early morning began to recede, a substantial mixed flock of Common Grackles, Red-winged Blackbirds, and Brown-headed Cowbirds plunged out of the heavens, populating every tree bordering the south side of Hardwick Road. Modest numbers of birds took turns separating themselves from the screeching din of the collective flock, alighting upon the furrows of jagged cornstalks, gleaning what sustenance could be had from the terrain. Returning to their treetop perches, countless sets of gleaming eyes took advantage of a brief burst of sunshine, studying the horizon and assessing the prospective feeding grounds several hundred yards southwest of the highway before departing in a noisy swarm. Bulky wings flapped out of the eastern clouds and suddenly contracted, a two-toned silhouette plummeting earthward. Ripples pulsed outwards from the marsh�s near shore, accompanied by an audible splash. A fish clenched firmly in its talons, an Osprey pressed on, disappearing with its catch over the evergreens to the southwest. Mysterious spiky blobs of feathers adorning the tops of a nearby stand of Cattails coalesced into a pocket of Song Sparrows. Their fervent singing alternated with the execution of spirited sorties against one another, the competition for prime breeding territories well underway. Nearby, clusters of American Robins trotted earnestly from one blotchy smear of green grass to another, wresting earthworms from the soggy ground with great success. The birds advanced steadily over the turf, arriving at a lush stand of Staghorn Sumac. Landing upon its branches, they soon departed, understandably disappointed by the paucity of available berries. Training my scope upon the tangled vegetation abutting the three-way intersection adjacent to the parking lot produced a Fox Sparrow, bathing contentedly in a pool of water at the edge of Hardwick Road. Modest numbers of waterfowl peppered the surface of the distant gray waters. Brilliant male Common Mergansers primped and preened with much braggadocio, their strident gurgling easily heard. Compact squadrons of Hooded Mergansers drifted out of the Tussock Sedge, the animated rise and fall of the males� crests accompanied by vigorous wing-flapping and rearing out of the water. Both species fed with much success, the wriggling shapes of countless small fish vanishing down bottomless gullets. Pleased with the detailed views had at such short distance, I shifted my scope to the horizon in hopes of locking on to arriving waterfowl. Frenetic movement grabbed my attention. Feverishly pumping wings tipped with gigantic bills soon filled my optics. Careening out of the northeast, striped crowns plunged earthward with such intensity I fully anticipated the feathered shapes to remain forever skewered in the moist earth once their bodies made contact with it. Snowy white bellies snapped into view, a final spasm of wing beats a mere blur. The collective impact of myriad stout bodies shattered the surface of a distant mud puddle, its rear edge dispersing in a wave of glistening droplets. Thick flanks muscled their way into its depths, grotesque bills hammering in and out of the muck. The gleaming water�s surface quickly vanished under a heaving blanket of brown and tan feathers. Satiated, the flock of Common Snipe whirred aloft, expanding and contracting for a short distance until converging into a flock once more, a steady course at last secured through the stiffening wind. Hiking to the top of the sloping fields immediately east of the intersection of Hardwick, Ravine and Mackay Roads produced exemplary viewing of a pair of Northern Harriers, each bird twisting and turning in its own graceful orbit over adjacent hunting grounds. The male provided an especially riveting show. Unfazed by the rising wind, the svelte hunter absorbed every irregularity of the turbulent air. Propelled over my head by a particularly violent tail wind, it sank earthward in a steep dive when the current of air suddenly abated. Appearing to welcome the opportunity to better scrutinize the countryside below, its head rotated smartly left and right, eyes drinking in the withered grass rising to meet it. The bird swooped upwards in the unexpected calm, flapping only once in order to level off inches above the vegetation. Tracing the extremities of the hillside�s steep contours, it bolted across the roadway below me. Darting through a gap between two huge oaks, it vanished from sight. Narrow brown wings tipped with finger-like primaries drifted above the tree line, the female harrier returning to gauge the progress of her mate. A silver form immediately followed, deep wing beats pushing it along the treetops. Rejoining the female, the dapper male quickly paralleled its mate, the pair flapping in unison towards a farmstead situated on the western horizon. My appetite for viewing raptors whetted, I remained in the area, scoping slowly from the eastern to the southern horizon for half an hour, a pair of Bald Eagles the fruit of my labors. Strangely uninterested in the waterfowl below, they gradually spiraled out of sight. A hike to Dana Commons from Gate 40 of Quabbin Reservoir revealed a family of Eastern Bluebirds enlivening the bleak expanse of the old orchard on the north side of Petersham Road. Continuing on some five hundred yards and plodding down the road�s treacherous embankment bordering Pottapaug Pond�s northernmost tip yielded outstanding views of loafing Green-winged Teal and sprightly Bufflehead. Four compact, chocolate-colored blobs proved to be female Ruddy Ducks, their collapsed tails producing a startling degree of anonymity until chalky face patches and spatulate bills revealed themselves when �napping� was concluded and feeding was undertaken! Keening, nasal calls rapidly passing overhead turned into a trio of Wood Ducks, rocketing northwest towards the Cotton-Grass swamp abutting Greenwich Road. American Black Duck 11 American Crow 72 American Goldfinch 9 American Robin 82 Bald Eagle 2 (one 2nd-year juvenile, one adult) Belted Kingfisher 2 Black Duck 11 Black-capped Chickadee 8 Blue Jay 8 Brown Creeper 3 Brown-headed Cowbird 51 Bufflehead 7 Carolina Wren 1 Common Flicker 3 Common Grackle 829 Common Merganser 18 Common Snipe 14 Dark-eyed Junco 6 Downy Woodpecker 2 Eastern Bluebird 5 Eastern Phoebe 2 European Starling 22 Fox Sparrow 2 Green-winged Teal 17 Hairy Woodpecker 3 Hooded Merganser 17 House Finch 2 House Sparrow 13 Mallard 38 Mourning Dove 15 Northern Cardinal 5 Northern Harrier 3 Osprey 2 Pileated Woodpecker 2 Red-bellied Woodpecker 2 Red-breasted Nuthatch 3 Red-tailed Hawk 2 Red-winged Blackbird 253 Rock Pigeon 28 Ruddy Duck 4 Song Sparrow 8 Tufted Titmouse 5 Turkey Vulture 14 White-breasted Nuthatch 4 White-throated Sparrow 5 Wild Turkey 1 Wood Duck 3(trip report from Chris Ellison).