Last Friday I walked to work in the cold and took my time. I'd love to spend more time at the feeders than I do, but often another birder tromps in and flushes them all, and I don't have time to wait for them to come back. So this time I went over to the Boathouse and Binnen Bridge to check out the activity. The water was almost completely frozen over, with 25+ ducks crammed into the small area of open water. I watched them slap their flat feet on the ice and slip around for a while, and that cheered me up pretty well. I saw a raptor come in to perch in the tall naked tree by the bridge (displacing, of course, the little brown jobs, red guys, and squirrels that had been so diligently scratching at the ice to reach the scattered seed frozen below), so I made my way over to get a better look. Here's an excerpt from my notes.
-raptor over Boathouse lake, lands tree near Binnen Bridge. Small birds flee.
-slender birds, streaks of brown on throat +chest, creamy clear belly
-long, squared tail w/regular barring - no white tip
-seemed to move tail slightly while perched. face like RTH but much smaller overall. Tail may be notched.
When it flew away over the Boathouse, within seconds, all the small birds returned to the Binnen Bridge. I laughed to see such a collective yet non-emotional display of relief.
Later, in the Nethermead, I saw another raptor perched atop a bare tree. This time the light made it difficult to get good details, but here's what I've got.
-seems "puffed up" for warmth
-short tail relative to size
-very streaky (brown) all over front
-much smaller than RTH
-possible dark cheek patches
I didn't feel that these two raptors were the same bird or even really the same species. I circled toward the road to try to get better light, but the sky was overcast and the bird was mostly a dark dot. As I stood in the Center Drive near the steep path, trying to discern anything about the mysterious raptor, I saw movement and heard the flapping of large wings in a tree by the side of the road. All of a sudden, a red-tailed hawk, the source of the commotion, flew directly over my head, about 15 feet above me. I had an excellent view, of course. It landed on a low branch in the wooded area to the right of the steep path. I enjoyed its show but didn't want to be distracted, lest the unknown treetop bird make a move without my capturing new details. I fixed my sights once again on the dark dot, hoping for some new sign, only to be sidetracked by yet another majestic red-tail making right for me.
This one landed on a branch directly overhead. I know it's "uncool" or whatever to anthropomorphize birds once you're a birder, but it would be against my nature to stop now, and I really like my nature. So all I'm saying is this: it made me laugh to see the hawks, which make up 90% of my raptor experience because they're big and easy to find, scrambling for attention the second I finally see something unfamiliar.
Saturday I packed a picnic (which we ended up eating in the warmth of the car) and we ventured out to Jamaica Bay Wildlife Refuge. The gravel path was slushy and muddy and it made me glad I wore my waterproof hikers. The West Pond was frozen over, dotted only with gulls and goose poop. The birds were just not there. I think everybody was over on the East Pond, which looked unfrozen as we pulled out of the driveway to continue our day's adventures. I did see a few fine specimens, however, including one bufflehead, some mallards and American black ducks, a male common merganser, a robin, a crow, a cardinal, and to top it all off, a yellow-rumped warbler. It wasn't the best Jamaica day, but we always make a few winter trips there, and that makes me appreciate the other seasons of birding there all the more.
Sunday is usually projects-at-home day, and after our four loads of laundry were done but before we got too involved in our personal interests, Chrissy and I took a walk in Prospect Park. We followed much the same path as our last walk - up the west side of the lake(ducks, geese, gulls), past the feeders(downies, house finches, titmice, chickadees), to the Boathouse(ducks), and through the Nethermead(nothing!).
This time we cut over Lookout Hill to make our way home. Climbing the road, we came upon a small group looking intently up into a tree. I paused to see what had attracted their interest, and soon found myself rapt as well, by a pair of raccoons mating in the late-afternoon light. I won't go into a lot of detail, but I will say it was interesting to see how much dominating the male had to do to get the female to submit and stay still. Just in time for Valentine's Day!
