On the day which might as well be a Turkey’s idea of Krystallnacht, and in not a lot of time, I turned up the following interesting birds:

1 Stunning American Bittern which flew across the Parkway west from the Great Saltmarsh and into the median around mm 1.5. It appeard to land in the cedars, but whether that was the final destination, or a hidden reed-bed just behind is unbeknownst to me. It was in perfect light, and the rich colours; bicouloured, pointed wings, etc. could all be easily made out. Not at all what I expected during the late afternoon in this neighborhood much frequented by night-herons.

A quick turn around the South Cape May Meadows revealed a continuing Dickcissel and Vesper Sparrow in the hedge, as well as three Cave Swalows with a flock of about 5 dozen Tree Swallows over the Dune. Whether these are a new result of the last few day’s southerlies and westerlies, or surviving southbound birds from the last few week’s incursion is agood question.

A real surprise while looking at the Red-breasted and Hooded Mergs, Bufflehead and Ruddy Ducks in the harbor, was a very easily diagnosed Black Brant with two or three regular Brant on the south edge of the Harbor. Last Black Brant I saw around here was in the Great Salt Marsh, in the second week of May, in 2003, just north of Ocean Drive on the way to Wildwood Crest-they just don’t seem to be nearly as regular around here as they are in places just 150 miles to the north-true of so many wintering birds. Somewhere around the middle of NJ seems to be the “holy line of demarcation” of regular occurrence a whole claque of more northerly occurring birds.

Among a whole lot of Hermit Thrushes, and the commoner Sparrows I managed to find, through some searching and a bit of slogging, the following around some choice spots in Cape May today:

1 Vesper Sparrow-in the path along the hedge at the Meadows. It was a very cooperative bird, which after flushing to the hedge, kept returning to the path, only to fly a few more feet. It seemed, in fact reluctant to leave the bare gravel of the path.

1 Dickcissel, which was in the hedge just by the gate at the railroad tracks off of Wilson Ave. Funny that there was no Dickcissel in the hedge at the Meadows today, but one who looked very similar to the one which had ben there was in this spot today. Likewise funny that just about this time last year this same spot hosted an Ash-throated Flycatcher, A Western Kingbird, and Least Flycatcher- all on the same day a Lesser Nighthawk turned up at the Hawkwatch. What a difference a year (or a day) can make!

A turn around the marsh at Cape Island Creek turned up three “Acadian” Nelson’s Sharptails (A.n. subvirgatus). As oxymoronic as it sounds, they are strikingly muted, compared to their immediate relatives. Otherwise it seems as if Salt Sparrows have moved on from this spot.

Perhaps the most interesting bird I stumbled upon today though was a Junco, whose wings were each adorned with one perfect white whingbar. A variant which I have seen a couple of times around Cape May, it was a “Slate-colored” with one white wing-bar on each wing, and could not be turned into anything else (Such as a proper White-winged Junco).

And I had another most excellent Woodcock and Auto experience this afternoon. This one involved a Woodcock in the middle (well, the right lane, actually) of New England Road, hunkered down in the lengthening shadows of the hedge near the Alpaca farm. The bird Was just sitting stock-still, and refused to move. I slowed down the car and inched forward debating on whether or not to get out. The bird remained motionless, utterly confident in its cryptic colouration. I inched forward, and happened to have my point and shoot in the dash. I got as close as I dared, and snapped a photo through the windshield. Then I concluded well, I am only an few feet away, it will surely flush.

Nope. I drove right over it.

In the rearview I watched it waddle back in its characteristic fashion towards the hedge, confident I suppose that its camouflage had worked on the big, unobservantly rumbling creature it was confronted by. It was wide-eyed an sitting up, and I am confident it was not a road-stunned bird.

I have long maintained that Timberdoodle are not the most intelligent of birds. And while I realise this is grossly anthropomorphic, and certainly a result of our (or my rather) understanding and biases towards such matters as relative “intelligence” and their own success with camouflage, as far as shorebirds go, Woodcock seem to be lacking in a certain quick-wittedness taken for granted in other scolopacids, not excepting the closely related snipe.

Otherwise, there continue to be excellent numbers of Waterfowl, including a marked increase in the number of Hooded Mergs and Black Ducks; very nice numbers of Fox Sparrows and an average number of Purple Finches about in Cape May.

A later turn around Cape Island than I should’ve liked turned up, among others:

1 Blackpoll Warbler-in the first stretch at the State Park, surprisingly in the sedgy marsh edge right where the trail forks
Several Palm Warblers along the boardwalk in the State Park
A lot more Ruby-crowned Kinglets than I would’ve thought, as in 10 or so.
1 continuing Lincoln’s Sparrow in the exact same spot as yesterday.

Fox Sparrows and Hermit Thrushes continue in very good numbers- Hermit Thrushes being absurdly easy to see on the lawns and paths at Higbee’s Beach.

The two most interesting things I saw at Cape May today will come as a galloping jolt to the tablutioners so much en vogue around here these days: they had-…wait for it…nothing to do with either high numbers (SHOCKING!) or a twitchable rarity (quelle huerreur!). Yes, believe it or not our avian friends are capable of being just plenty intriguing while having absolutely nothing to do with being merely numbers on a list- I know, the horror, the horror, such an assertion brings….

First was a female/basic plumaged bi-laterally asymetrical xanthistic Purple Finch in the hedge at Higbee’s just near the Lincoln’s Sparrow. bi-laterally asymetrical xanthistic, you ask? Verbosely precise way of saying a freaky Purple Finch with odd bright yellow feathers only on one side. On its left side, the bird had 2-3 bright, rich yellow tail feathers (retrices), and a few scattered flight feathers (remiges) and coverts (coverts). Totally weird, somewhat shocking, and a unique sighting in my experience-I’ve never seen a bilaterally asymetrical xanthistic basic plumaged Purple Finch before.

Second among my non-twitchably rare, numerically non record-breaking fascinating sightings was behavioural. When I walked down the back stairs this afternoon, there were two Juncos sitting under the car.

At first I saw one, and it didn’t move, and just sat, sort of hunkered, stock still, and somewhat catatonic under the car. I thought perhaps it was a window-thumped, dazed bird, so crouchd down, and was most surprised to see two more, both well under the car, facing the same way, and in the precise same attitude. None flinched as I looked at them, twittered, or in anyway showed any signs of caring that I was looking at them.

Being in a mild hurry, I walked right past them, and there 100 feet away, silent, and very well camouflaged, was an imm Cooper’s Hawk sitting in the shade trees on Lafayette Street, facing the auto, and looking intently at it-the Juncos were non-plussed by me cause they knew that god-almighty was just waiting for them to make a false move.

I don’t know what is more interesting about this behaviour: 1) That the juncos clearly regarded a bipedal primate as less of a threat than an accipiter-perhaps showing that we’ve come a long way in rehabilitating our reputations as gun-toting bird-shooters; or 2) that the safest place for them to hide on black-top was under a car.

Any port in a storm, I suppose, or clever birds, I like to think.

While today I only had a literal couple of hours to go for a walk, and that in the afternoon, I decided to head for Higbee’s Beach.

I was well rewarded by numerous Hemit Thrushes, and quick looks at the Sedge Wren. Somewhat more surprising than the Sedge Wren being precisely where it was described as being last, were the murmurings of what could have been lord knows how many Turkeys coming from the wet woods.

Even more surprising though, was the Lincoln’s Sparrow just near the Port-a-johns at the trail-head (so to speak). Lincoln’s are not at all to be expected in Cape May past early November or so, and are far from common in these parts to begin with. I was most pleased to have stumbled into it.

Otherwise, there were fine numbers of Purple Finches chomping on Privets (the stout, and rather paunchy proportions of Purple Finches are only further emphasized by the fact that the birds are most often seen literally chowing down and making mush out of bluish berries, with all the table manners of some cardueline countryfair berry-eatin contest)

I hear tell that both Black-throated Green and Nashville Warblers were present in the State Park today as well-though I was not there.

A Whistling Swan on Lily Lake was a nice addition to a quick drive-by, as was a continuing Lesser Scaup.

And I honestly don’t know quite what to make of this putative Cackling Goose on Lily Lake. Which was likewise there today and if it is a Cackling Goose has been since the 12th of November. I like the head Shape, but do not at all like the length of the neck or the overall colour of the bird. Call me a stickler-but I do not like it Sam I am.

When I first saw it I got all excited by the shape of the head, and thought it must be a cackler, but talked myself out of it. The Richardson’s I found on Lily Lake a couple of years ago was still considerably smaller than this bird, and well, while I hear they are “not all that small” the nice thing about birding is you can do it anyway you like, and I am just not comfortable with this bird. Though this goose does have a distinctively shaped head.

That is what seperates the hobby from ornithology, and though birders do not like to hear it, some birds do indeed need to be inspected…more closely, shall I say…, and birders are “kind” to ornithologists; what Paleantologists would refer to fossil collectors as “Dino-kind”-as much as they think their field observations are the final word, it is most subjective, and first and foremost a hobby, and not a scientific endeavour.

While I didn’t give it much time today, and don’t have much time to write just now, a few passing observations from a couple of stops and a short walk or two about Cape Island follow:

If I thought Redtails were impressive the day before yesterday, well today just shot that right out of the water.

There were kettles of 20-30 Redtails over the point late this morning. Redtails of every description, small Red-tails and big Red-tails, dark Red-tails and light Red-tails, old Red-tails and young Red-tails.

It was a Red-tail kind of day.

As one might expect, or at least as a Hawk-watching one might-there were a lesser but corresponding number of Red-shoulders out and about too. A ratio of like 1-8 or so, being generous.

Hermit Thrushes continue to be just about everywhere, and in good and obvious numbers on Cape Island. Ditto for Goldfinches, Fox Sparrows, and Juncos.

And while I spent a fair amount of time looking, I turned up no Chats, or Orioles or other lingerers today. Until I stopped by the Hidden Valley “extension” on Bayshore rd late in the day, that is. Again this is that spot made famous by the male Bullocks Oriole-last Dec., I guess it was… Well, it seems like the 11 Baltimore Orioles I scrounged up at various spots yesterday have converged on that particular, Icterus favoured spot, cause no fewer than 10 flushed and ganged up together ( a “flock” more or less) as soon as I stopped the car.

Pretty nifty.

(What was the title of that Flannery O’connor Story? “Everything That Rises Must Converge” That it? Well, I suppose Baltimore Orioles must rise and head to Meso-america at some point, and that point may as well be Cape May Point; so…)

However two of the more striking wildlife tid-bits came while strolling back down Washington Street in the middle of the night. One was somewhat typical, but striking nevertheless for its altitude: A flock of very low Snow Geese lit from below as they hurtled west over “center city” Cape May. (I find that “center city”, Philadelphia sort of euphemism quaint, and kind of silly coming, as I did from New York).

The other was a Saw-Whet, which flushed from the plantings on the ground at a famous Cape May eatery. Again striking, but this time for its proximity and unexpectedness. The little Aegolius was only a yard off the side-walk, on the ground, and had likely pounced upon a vole or shrew as I passed and accidentally flushed it. Something to be said for a commute which inadvertently flushes a hunting Saw-whet Owl from a lawn next to the sidewalk, now isn’t there?

The place does, like as not, quite often live up to the hype. The bright red devil which keeps me in this tourist town. A Saw-whet on the ground, flushed from the lillies on the pumpkin-lined walkway to the Washington Inn.

As Arthur would’ve noted, that “doesn’t suck”.

Just a couple of notes from just a few hours tramping around some likely patches around Cape Island today turned up:

No fewer than 11 Baltimore Orioles. Four were together at the south end of the second field at Hidden Valley, another five were immediately along the road at the Hidden Valley extension, likewise, all perched up together, and two were along the northerly stretch of railroad tracks at Wilson Ave. All were young of the year, and the range of variation among hatch year Baltimore Orioles is nothing less than staggering. Each one was different. Among those I saw today, the gamut was run, from completley orange birds, to completely grey-bellied Bullock’s wannabees. It was most instructive to spend time with them, and try and tease out exactly why the grey-bellied, stripe-backed ones were not Bullock’s Orioles.

I happened upon two Chats today, one on a patch of Porcelain Berry on New England Road that I know from Christmas Counts past is a good spot for lingerers, the other was on the Railroad Tracks just immediately south of Wilson Ave. Both were handsome as chats always are, and not nearly as skulky as they can be in the breeding season.

One knock-out celata eastern Orange-crowned warbler was in the sun-warmed west side of the westernmost field at Hidden Valley. What a handsome thing, foraging among the goldenrod.

A Dickcissel continues on the Sunset Blvd hedge at the Meadows, but more impressive sparrow-wise were the nearly 40 Fox Sparrows I tallied. They have really started to come in, and that is one very good reason to like winter in Cape May.

Passerella iliaca, the striking eastern form of Fox Sparrow we are blessed with in these parts are a bird which, kind of like Royal Terns, I always have to raise my bins to check out-even while surrounded by a flock of a dozen or so “chacking” away in the hedge. Its like the sentiment expressed in “The Color Purple”. While a devout atheist, I just plain think that, the best way to put it, a la that wonderful book, is: When faced with something as lovely as a Fox Sparrow, well it just pisses God off, not to look up and take note of it. Same goes for male Kestrels, and well, just about every other bird I suppose…

Otherwise, the Red-tail flight seems to have quieted a bit since yesterday, though they were still all over. One raptorial interaction which caught my attention was a two-year old Harrier sitting in a Pumpkin patch, looking a bit owl-like and surprised, whose look of befuddlement only increased when a Merlin appeared out of nowhere and bopped it on the head! I could swear I heard the Merlin chuckling, gremlin-like, as it ploughed on, never looking back at the mischief it had caused.

And finally, yesterday evening, a Woodcock flushed from the side of the road, and hurled down the steet. Naturally I had to adjust my speed to clock it, as it showed no intention of veering, was using the same thoroughfare (just in an added dimension or so) and we were heading the same way. It seems like a woodcock, heading into the wind, goes about 22 Miles per hour. and that was not in their explosive evasive burst, and not in what I assume they hurtle past in migratory flight. Not bad for a bird with wings that stubby, not shabby at all. I should be so lucky as to clock 22 Mph on my own two legs!

As I write, Snow Geese are flying over Cape May like rebel constellations cut out of the moon (50 extra bonus points to those who get the reference…).

Every year, on the first really crisp nights in November, skeins of Snow Geese, their undersides lit from beneath with reflected light, pass overhead. It is something that must be experienced to be understood. First the nasal cackling, and then the staring into the blackness, and then there they are, plain as day where a second before you could have sworn there was nothing, there is an echelon of a hundred or so phantasmally glowing shapes way overhead. To those Tolkein fans, a scene from before the time of the sun, when everything existed in unsullied moonlight.

It was cold and blustery one in Cape May today, and one that belonged largely to Juncos. Hundreds were just about everywhere, and there were close to 500 at the Villas WMA alone. Hermit Thrushes were likewise everywhere, but in correspondingly lesser numbers as one might imagine. They were foraging like spring Robins around the recently mown fields at Higbee’s- while meanwhile the Robins are all overhead or plucking berries in the hedgerows!

The field where the Sedge Wren has been hanging out the last couple weeks at Higbee’s Beach, is one that recently got itself mowed. Much to the dismay of several Sedge Wren searchers today. So much for that thick grass with vertical woody stems kind of habitat!

The Wren did not go far, however, and can easily be found at the end of the central path, just where it opens up before the little pond. While searching or spishing for this bird, bear in mind (as the mowers of the Wren’s favorite patch apparently did not) that this bird is on the State’s endangered list. Do try to suspend zealousness for the sake of a bird which seems intent upon taking up winter residence!

Otherwise, a Dickcissel is hanging out in the hedge along Sunset Blvd. at the Meadows, just near the parking lot, where a big flock of House Sparrows is usually present. An imm. Red-Headed Woodpecker was easy to see at the Villas WMA this afternoon, as was a huge flock of Blackbirds, containing at least 70 Rusties, in this much favoured by wintering rusties spot.

The Cattle Egret continues on Bayshore Rd, and I hear tell that there is a Richardson’s Cackling Goose on Lilly Lake. While I was looking I did not see it, nor the Lesser Canada I had earlier this week however. On the other hand, Canadas are really moving about right now, and when combined with their daily movements…well. And the Lesser did stay there for at least three days or so.

I have to say I am really taken with the idea of a Sungrebe being found in the continental U.S. (For those to whom this may come as something of a newsflash, a Sungrebe turned up at Bosque del Apache about a week ago).

As a further aside, Sungrebes are the sole Western Hemisphere representative of the family of Finfoots, a bizarre and primitive group of bird with an African and Asian representative respectively-Holy Gondwana batman. The Asian Finfoot being of particular rarity and conservation interest. Both of the oldworld members of the family are considerably larger than “our” little and to my mind, familiar, Sungrebe.

Of all the birds new to the Lower 48 kinds of lists, this I would have to say would have been very low on my list.

However, what I am most struck by is how this fits in with what I see as a larger, decade spanning sort of pattern. A pattern which consists of widespread, lowland, both slope sort of Neotropical species moving NE out of central america via the Southwest.

It was only 20 years ago or so that Green Kingfishers and Short-tailed Hawks started turning up in Arizona, presumably of Sonoran origin, and in recent years we have seen more and more Violet-ears and Broadbilled Hummingbirds, and Scotts Orioles and such, turning up far to the Northeast of what has been considered normal.

And then there is that little Cave Swallow and Ash-throated Flycatcher sort of SW-NE phenom, now isn’t there?

Anyway, knowing how skulky and weird Sungrebes are, it still was just about the last thing I expected. Well do I remember the first one I saw, from a dugout, as it skulked beneath mangrove like ficus overhangs on a quiet little creek in Amazonia. Such a primitive and wierd, completely perfect in a rainforest kind of creature.

However, in terms of overall pattern, it is a very widespread and not uncommon bird just south of the border, like Green Kingfishers and Short-tailed Hawks or even Green Violetears. I wonder how many more such species will begin to turn up, and turn up in a sort of “continental” expansion kind of way.

What a thing to find in New Mexico. What’s next, Woodcreepers?!?

Then again, Jaguars once roamed and roared in Louisiana, and Swallow-tailed Kites once bred in Minnesota…

(Sorry, the Wizard of Oz was on the night before last- and I make no apologies for that being one of my all time favorite pieces of cinema)

I was ony able to sneak out for a couple of hours, and that in the afternoon, but a turn around various parts of Hidden Valley revealed no fewer than 7 Baltimore Orioles, and a Blackpoll in the Porcelain Berry. A single House Wren in the cedars of the western edge ofthe westernmost hedgerow was also worth metioning. Fox Sparrows are definitely in in winter numbers, and in general it was a fabulous Sparrow day. Juncos arrived in the triple digits, singleton White-crowns were at the Meadows and Hidden Valley, Swamp Sparrows were abundant where yesterday they were scarce, and Robins and Bluebirds were everywhere.

I even saw just shy of fifty Bluebirds in, of all places, the Plain Trees which line Washington Street in the heart of the Gingerbread Belt of victorian Cape May. Most uncharacteristic habitat, and since I walk down Washington Street most days at around four o’clock, I can vouche for the fact that one almost never sees Bluebirds at all in the middle of shade-tree lined Cape May streets.

Hawkwise, there were goodly numbers of Red-shoulders about, but it seems like the wind was bit too strong for any real flight.

And that’s about all I have to say at present, but tomorrow is another day…

I took a good long walk, about a fair chunk of Higbee’s Beach and Hidden Valley this morning, eschewing the auto, and hoofing it along New England Rd-which is a far better way getting between the two places-provided of course one has the time! I did direct my efforts on sunny porcelain-berry patches though, and this proved to be a rewarding strategy.

Higbee’s turned up spectacular looks at the long-lingering Sedge Wren- little blighter just sat and posed on a bent bit of multiflora rose. I have a hunch that being solitary and quiet, on Monday morning were the keys to getting such great looks-the bird was just at focus distance too-as in 3 meters or so.

A ridiculously un-shy Chat was hanging out in the northern corner of the second field, and two similarly immodest Icteria were to be found along the southern edge of the fields at Hidden Valley. These late and wintering Chats are most likely a result of a northeasterly “dispersal”, the sort which brings Painted Buntings and Cave Swallows, rather than being hold-overs from our locally breeding chats apparently.

Baltimore Orioles were well represented by two on New England Rd.-which I really think are the same two which have been in that area for some time now-they seem to be joined at the hip so to speak. Tow others were along the south end of the fields at Hidden Valley.

A lone imm. White-crown, and a similarly single Vesper Sparrow were in the SW corner of the the “third” or westernmost field at Hidden Valley-the one formerly known as the Vesper Sparrow Field before it became a multiflora rose patch. A lone, and the only Blackpoll I found today was in just that neighborhood as well.

The biggest surprise I got today though was the adult male Black-throated Blue in the SW corner of the bander’s field at Hidden Valley. Like the one at Higbee’s on the ninth this one posed and was most confiding. It showed no traces of green on its back, and no frosty edes on its chin or forehead-perhaps the same bird? Wouldn’t surprise me in the least if it were.

A stunning adult male Yellow-bellied Sapsucker was in “the usual wintering spot” for them on New England Rd.-the nice stretch of Pines along the pond at Cold Spring campground.

In other news, Fox Sparrows are really starting to come in, and a foreshadowing of wintering numbers were in most of their favored haunts. Ditto for Field Sparrows and Woodcock. The little field at the south end of the third field at Hidden Valley held a staggering number of Robins-the fluttering of their wings as they flushed created a literal muffled roar. Among other of the commoner late season migrants, Goldfinches abounded, while Siskin numbers definitely have dropped. Purple Finches were far from rare, but most were quietly foraging, or sneaking by with a quiet “tip” as flybys.

Cave Swallows were the most common Swallow to be had today, and several little bunches were to be had over the western edge of the Island. A bit late in the day flocks were likewise easy to see over the ponds at the Lighthouse. Today, it was a matter of picking out Tree Swallows among the Caves. Wholly opposite day batman…

Otherwise, from the Cattle Egret at the Beanery, the Blue-winged Teal which flew across the Bunker Pond, the Bald Eagles and Red-shouldered Hawks, the flock of Rusty Blackbirds, the exaltation of Meadowlarks which flushed from behind a group of not very nice birders in the third field at Higbee’s, or to the four juv Cooper’s Hawks mewling like Sapsuckers from the Cottonwoods in agonistic angst at being in such proximity to one another-today was a typically fine late-season day for a long walk around this little island.

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