Showing posts with label Yellow-billed Cuckoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yellow-billed Cuckoo. Show all posts

Monday, June 10, 2013

Things That Fly, Slither, Hop, and Scurry in the Swamp

When we lived in south Florida, spring migration meant having our pick of any number of great places to find warblers and thrushes, ranging everywhere from Miami in the south, and north to West Palm Beach. We've had plenty of luck in Savannah over the past year, but there are fewer spots where they're likely to concentrate in the numbers and variety we could find there. These include Forsyth Park, which we feature here regularly, and Solomon Tract, which Maureen wrote about in her last post. One other, lesser known place, is at the Savannah-Ogeechee Canal Museum.

Prothonotary Warbler

One of our most memorable birds of 2012 was a singing Swainson's Warbler, which staked out a territory right along one of the trails at the canal. Although they breed here, they're few and far between, with prime habitat difficult to come by. None were singing this spring, although we did find other, more common birds associated with swamps, like Prothonotary Warblers, and a Yellow-crowned Night-Heron.

Yellow-crowned Night-Heron



Our visit to the canal was fresh on the heels of a bonafide thrush mystery: faced with either a Gray-cheeked or a Bicknell's Thrush, we needed only for the thrush to call (which it never did). We would have been ecstatic to see either one, but not knowing for certain which, was brutal. Well, the birding gods never did resolve that ID challenge for us, but we did finally manage a lifer Catharus thrush after all. Maureen was the first to spot it, and before we could get better looks, it started giving a distinctive call, like the sound accompanying the death of an 8-bit video game character. Veery! We tried tracking it as it flitted alongside the paths, but kept flushing it because its song sounded much more distant than it really was. It stayed fairly hidden, but we saw it well enough to feel good about our new bird. It was especially gratifying to somewhat compensate for the agony of leaving our other thrush a mystery.

Veery

Veery

The woods were also filled with other, even more eerie noises, with a pair of Barred Owls hooting to each other, and the bizarre knocking sounds of Yellow-billed Cuckoos calling practically everywhere we went. Never have we seen or heard so many cuckoos! One highlight was seeing a female repeatedly wag her tail straight up and then straight down. Apparently she was giving the "all-clear", when a second cuckoo mounted her a moment later.

Yellow-billed Cuckoo

Yellow-billed Cuckoo

Another rare sight was of a Swallow-tailed Kite. It's not unusual to see these spectacularly graceful birds during Spring and Summer, but I had just remarked a few days earlier that we'd never seen one perched. The trails at the canal have a dense canopy throughout, but at one point, it opened up enough for Maureen to spot a Swallow-tailed Kite directly above us at the top of a snag. We craned our necks straight up until they hurt, watching it preen. And then just when we thought our heads were about to fall off, the kite unfolded its wings and ridiculously long tail and soared off.

Swallow-tailed Kite







The birds were certainly amazing that day, but plenty of other native critters on display, too. I nearly tripped over a massive snapping turtle in my excitement chase down a bird (further evidence in support of my mom's worry that I'll someday step on a snake). So still was the turtle that we thought him dead at first. Eventually, though, we did notice his eyes track slowly toward one of us, and then the other. Later, we also played hide-and-seek with a broad-headed skink, and located a green water snake swishing through the long disused canal.

Common Snapping Turtle


Southern Toad

Skink - either a Five-lined, or a female Broad-headed


Green Water Snake

After the canal, we had one more stop to make. For the past several years, a pair of Gray Kingbirds has made a summer home of Savannah, nesting around the parking lots of the trolley tour companies downtown. We didn't see them last year, but we weren't going to miss them again (especially with our county lists approaching 200). After a couple of false alarms (Eastern Kingbirds spotted from afar), we finally found them perched on the wires above the Old Savannah Tours lot. These are pretty common in south Florida, but rare up here. Their bills are just massive. We told a birding friend where to find the kingbirds and he made it down a few days after us. One of the employees at the trolley company asked him what he was doing, and he replied, "looking for a bird". Their reply was "it's probably at the refuge" (10 minutes away, in S.C.). At least the employees that we had spoken to seemed interested to know they were there, and gave the impression that they might even take notice of them from time to time. Or, it's nice to think so.

Gray Kingbird

Gray Kingbird

Gray Kingbird

Monday, November 1, 2010

Close Encounters of the Bird Kind

While Nick and I are residing in South Florida, we have decided to travel around the state as much as possible to get our fill of Florida specialties. One such trip was to the panhandle. As mentioned in a previous post, Nick and I took a long trek up north for Labor Day weekend. Our original goal was to see if we could possibly catch the front end of hawk migration. Well, it was too early for that, but we had a fabulous time birding, nonetheless.

This post won't have many great pictures to tell our tale, but the stories themselves are what is so exciting.

The trip itself was, as Nick put it, epic. An 8 hour drive up, we arrived at our almost pitch black campsite around 1am. We manage to get our tent set up and fight off some of the mosquitos, but we were up bright and early in the morning to start on our birding adventure. We made a few short trips throughout the day to different locales. But we had some of our most exciting and CLOSE encounters right at our campsite. 

One especially exciting evening was when we were back at our home base, just lounging in our foldout chairs waiting for the sun to go down. As I looked up from either sifting through one of my bird apps on my phone or flipping through a field guide, I see a creature just casually run across my field of view no more than 10 feet away from me. This creature was in fact a Rail! It happened so quickly and I was not camera ready, but it was so incredible. I couldn't tell you what type of rail it was - most likely either a Clapper or King Rail since they are year-round residents in this area. I was just so amazed that this incredibly shy and hard-to-find bird just scampered across our campsite almost out of nowhere. And the Rail ran in such a funny manner, reminding me of a scantily-clad older woman running towards her dressing room while saying "Excuse me, pardon me!"  And just as mysteriously as it came, the rail disappeared into the brush behind our tent. 

When I initially realized what I had seen, I exclaimed and pointed, "It's a rail!" Nick was facing me, so he had his back towards where the rail ran. But by the time he turned, it was gone. But we took one quick astonished look at each other and then synchronously leapt out of our chairs and ran towards the brush. We searched and searched as much as we could without risking going into waist-high who-knows-what's-lying-in-there brush. But we had no luck. The rail was gone. That didn't keep us from continuing to search for a few minutes more. And thankfully we did because it lead to our second close encounter.

Nick and I stood side by side, trying to possibly get one more glance at the rail. And then, out of nowhere (once again), a Red-eyed Vireo landed two feet next to me on a tree branch just to my right and just below eye-level. Yes! Another lifer!!! It stood perfectly still for a good 30 seconds, which is an incredibly long time for a small passerine to be close to you. I even had time to say, "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" And Nick says in a low and drawn out way, "Yeaaaah." 
The Vireo turned its head a few times, looking around. And once again, I wasn't camera ready, especially because of the state of shock I was in - not just from the new life bird, but also from the proximity and length of stay of this bird. And then finally, off it went! Nick and I were extremely elated and couldn't believe our luck. 

With droopy wings
The Yellow-Billed Cuckoo with some grub

To wrap up our great close-up looks, we stopped at St. Mark's National Wildlife Refuge on our way back home on Labor Day. It was fairly busy with warblers when we arrived, but they quickly moved away from the path we were walking along. They, along with some other unidentifiables, were about 80 feet away from us. We could hear all the hustle and bustle, but they were too far away and there was just too many brambles in between us to get closer to them. But then there was a bird that came a little closer, then a little bit more… And then finally it was in a tree right above us! It was a Yellow-Billed Cuckoo! This was not a lifer for us, but definitely a better look than we've ever had before! We enjoyed watching the cuckoo play with some grub it found for lunch. This was a great way to end our epic weekend. 

Peak a Boo!