Sunday, September 30, 2012

Yurt Life

In mid-August, we took a weekend-long road trip 3 hours northwest to Macon. Maureen had been invited to give a talk at the monthly meeting of the Ocmulgee Audubon Society about the natural history of Skidaway Island where she had been working as a naturalist for the state park, and brought along lots of fossils to boot (the whole thing was great!).

Maureen Leong-Kee, Naturalist
 
The trip was also a perfect excuse us to see more of Georgia than we had. We love our marshes here in the "low country", as they call it, but Georgia's geography becomes much more interesting and varied as you travel farther inland, until finally reaching the Blue Ridge Mountains in the north. We've been starved for a change of landscape for a while now, as Florida, like Savannah, is essentially flat and marshy. I would have been happy to see even a slight incline after all of our time on the level, but we managed much more than that. Maureen found us a great campsite at High Falls State Park, which, as the names suggests, has a scenic series of waterfalls cutting across the grounds. 





Best of all, we got to sleep in a yurt. A yurt is a style of housing that I'll describe as being essentially a cross between a tent a a teepee. It's more comfortable than sleeping on the ground in a tent, but still gives the sense of being in nature. The birding began as soon as we stepped out of the car, with several Eastern Wood-pewees using the surrounding trees as a landing base in between bouts of catching insects in mid-air. An Eastern Kingbird, a large group of Brown-headed Nuthatches, a Pine Warbler, and a pair of Carolina Wrens were also calling and flitting above our yurt while the sun set behind High Falls Lake. 

Outside our Yurt. High Falls Lake is just off to the left.
Inside our luxurious yurt. It was surprisingly roomy inside, like camping in one of the tents from Harry Potter.

Eastern Wood-peewee

The next morning we met up with James Fleullan, president of Macon's local Audubon chapter, and an all-around knowledgable nature-lover. He led us out to some sod farms, where we had high hopes of finding Buff-breasted Sandpipers, which had been seen there recently. They happened to elude us, but it's hard to feel sorry for yourself when we had half a dozen Uplands practically in our laps, and easily a hundred Pectoral Sandpipers milling about. We'd seen an Upland in south Florida last year, but had it marked BVD (better view desired) in our life list. We were more than happy to drop the asterisk after these terrific looks at an awesome migrant. 

Upland Sandpiper
  

Beside "grasspipers", our other target was Horned Lark. From the reports we'd read, we expected to be practically tripping over them. In the end, we did get our lifer lark, albeit, as a speck in the scope. Lose one BVD, gain another… c'est la vie! Honestly, we were happily surprised when we learned that they were reliable in Georgia at all, and now we've got something to look forward to next time we go back. Copious Blue Grosbeaks, and singing Field Sparrows rounded out a fantastic morning at the sod farms.

Blue Grosbeak

Northern Rough-winged Swallows

A little later we witnessed a medley of raptors at Ocmulgee National Monument. A Mississippi Kite, a couple of Turkey Vultures, three Red-tailed Hawks, and a Broad-winged Hawk were all swirling around together in a vortex of awesome when the pint-sized Broad-wing started getting aggressive with one of the Red-tails. After making a few passes, the Broad-wing went its own way, but this was the first time we'd ever seen these two side by side, and allowed me to realize just how much larger Red-tails are. Other than that, Ocmulgee was notable for an abundance of butterflies. We tried to keep up as James called out some of the more interesting species, but we were happy to defer to his expertise, realizing that we've got a long way to go before we can tell our Commas from our Question Marks.

Question Mark

Fiery Skipper

Fiery Skipper

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Swift Release

Hipster Birders would like to sincerely apologize for the long hiatus. Yes, we're still alive and well. Lots of exciting things and changes have been happening recently, so Nick and I should be getting back on track to bring you birding joy. Recently, I've gone from working 7 days a week at two part-time jobs to actually starting a full-time career. Both jobs were awesome - working as a Naturalist at a state park and working at Wild Birds Unlimited. But those 7-day work weeks left me with no time to write posts! And every other minute I had available, we were birding. As a good birding friend and blogger stated so well, we were too busy having fun to have time to write about it! 

Preparing the final hand-fed meal for the baby Chimney Swifts

Hello there!



Feeding some crickets

 Well, as we get back into the swing of things, I must share a recent experience that left our hearts aglow. As I mentioned in a previous post, my manager at Wild Birds Unlimited is a volunteer rehabber that takes care of orphaned baby birds. I had the good fortune of watching these sweet begging babies, and even getting to help with feeding them. But the most awesome advantage of getting to share in orphan bird care was to help release baby birds. And one of the greatest things one can ever do is release a baby Chimney Swift. My manager let Nick and I tag along and participate on a release. And a few weeks later, she actually let me take home 3 swifts to release that evening.


A wink and a smile ;-)

Om nom nom!



That evening, I fed the babies a couple more times, with some plump juicy crickets (yum!), as they anxiously awaited their release. One in particular was ready and rearing to go. He didn't want to be fed and he swooped out of their baby basket at any chance he got. Luckily I have a screened-in porch so he couldn't get away. And I've been told that once baby birds are ready to go, they sometimes don't want to be fed as they are ready to take on their independence. 
 
Just a basket full of Swifts

Ready to go!

After their last feeding, I tucked the swifts back into their basket. On the car ride over to their release spot, Nick pointed out how these babies were bilingual - making their begging baby chatter as well as that familiar Chimney Swift chittering.

Dreaming of what it's gonna be like to fly freely

Nick holding a baby swift



Long wings ready for flight

So what's so special about releasing Chimney Swifts versus other birds? Well, it's all in the technique. With these saber-winged beauties, you have to wait until they've grown to the right size, not only their bodies, but their wings. A trick is to see that when the swifts perch, their wings cross each other. That way you know they are long enough for the almost constant flight they do during the day. Then the magic comes when you actually release them. You look for an open area where other swifts are flying about. In particular, my manager has found that this one area, which is actually an old orphanage for boys, now turned into an academy for boys, that has large open fields as well as plenty of chimneys where these guys roost at night is an ideal location.

Waiting for a group of adults to come

Not quite yet... 



So, we go out to this area and wait - wait for a good number of adult Chimney Swifts to fly directly overhead. Then with a quick motion, you toss up the baby swift like a tennis ball up into the air, and as it slightly struggles to get used to being in flight, the adults notice this baby's wobbly flight, and all of a sudden, they come from all around to escort and help the baby figure out how to move and where to go. You'll see a group of about 6-10 adults at first, and then it multiplies to about 20-30 adults as they congregate to lead and follow the baby helping him gain his bearings. It is truly one of the most magical things one can ever witness.

Ready, Set... 

GO!!!

As we released each baby, one at a time, we cheered as each one took off like a rocket and then gained the support of dozens of adults as they soared and swooped above us. I'd yell cheerfully, "Help him, help him! Go, go go!!!" And they did. I really can't describe into words that fleclemped feeling you get when you get to be a part of something so amazing. 

Nick's turn to release a swift. I love how they're both looking the same direction.

Nick says farewell to whom he fondly named "Jonathan Swift"

Up, up, and away! You can see the swift just above the top, middle window.



Off he goes.

One of the several adults coming down to escort the newbie.

This was a moment we will truly cherish for the rest of our lives. We bid farewell to our small feathered friends and wished them all the best in their life on the wing. Now every time I see one fly over, I think and wonder if this may be one of the little ones that I had a hand in helping. And that makes me smile. =)

Releasing the final swift.


Farewell, my sweet swift!