Thursday, August 31, 2006

Vir Vir Vireo

For those who need something up in an entry other than a spider, here's a bird:

The flapping just happened to turn what should have been blurry to arty. Any guesses as to what it is--hopefully, it won't be some weird thrush variation not many of us know about.

It's your friendly neighborhood Philadelphia vireo. Oooh. Ahh. No spider.

Oh, and an FYI:

If someone ever offers you an Absolute Sandman, it's not a drink.


Wednesday, August 30, 2006

No Wrens Here

I found one bird house that the house wrens did not take over at Mr. Neil's (the house wrens took over his wood duck boxes this summer).

I believe this is some type of funnel spider that has had quite a productive hunting spot in the form of this web built in around this wren house.

Bits of grasshopper, june bugs and daddy longlegs were all over the web. I really can't take spiders very well, but of course curiosity got the best of me, so a blade of grass twitching on the web, got the spider's attention:

Ack! She takes up the whole one inch hole! Enough spiders for me, I'm outta here. The wrens can clean this house out on their own next spring.

More Disturbing Sheep

Hey, remember the post where I linked to the sheep in spandex? Well, I hate to tell you, but there are even more disturbing photos of sheep in spandex--I'm pretty sure these weren't from the Minnesota State Fair.

I think I'm beginning to understand why of all barnyard animals, sheep were made inflatable.

Oh and one other thing about the beer man: as happy as I was this photo turned out, you can't see an important part of the outfit. He's not wearing pants. That's a long green skirt. Really, he was totally wearing a skirt.

Advice From Mr. Neil

In case anyone knows a publisher who might be interested, I'd like to turn Disapproving Rabbits into a book--Cute Overload twice in the last three months has got say something for it's popularity. If you know of someone who'd be interested in publishing it, drop me a note.

Also, I am a free agent now and if anyone would like to sponsor a 16,ooo unique visits a day blog, is in need of some article/web writing or would be interested in sponsoring a radio show or KARE 11 appearances, drop me an email.

Veery vs Gray Cheeked

"What the heck am I anyway?"

For those who love a good hard core birding debate, check out the comments on the last photo quiz (the one asking for correct id) someone is saying this is a dark morph veery? Anyone care to comment? We do get veerys (or is it veeries) in Minnesota, but I'm new to the concept of a dark morph/dark phase. There were several people involved in the id of this bird and even before I posted the quiz, I had a friend on the records committee of the Minnesota Ornithologists' Union give me his thoughts. All landed on gray-cheeked.

For those not as interested in hard core birding, I promise colorful bird photos in the blog are on the horizon. Really.

When It's Time To Clean Feeders

So, I arrived at Mr. Neil's today to make use of his writing gazebo, I gave a quick check of the feeders. If you're not sure when it's time to clean your feeders or if you should at all. Let me show you a hint:

This is a photo of some fungusy thistle and chips finch mix. And let me tell you, if you have never experienced the nasal sensation that is moldy sunflower out of the shell--it's powerful stuff. ICK.

I could tell the feeders were bad before I got near them, you could see the whitish fuzz from a distance.

Visible moisture inside the feeder is another sign that it's time to clean them out. If you see that, clean out your feeders--this is a far more likely to keep birds away and even a rogue cat stalking the feeders.

I also learned another lesson today--wasps* love bird seed with dried fruit mixed in. The feeders were loaded, there were dozens if not hundreds. They were so desperate, they were even flying inside the black oiler feeders. I was suddenly regretting the offer to take care of the feeders. I've had problems with these guys with nectar and jelly, but never in a fruit mix, let alone a feeder full of black oilers. I did get all the feeders cleaned out and full of fresh food and only oilers. There are still some lurking, but now they are only after the feeders that had the fruit mix in there and probably can still smell a hint of fruit. Be careful at your feeders, y'all.

* - I am not an insect expert so if this is not a wasp, please feel free to let me know.

Cart Art

I just got this link from Gayle. Pretty cool way of turning trash into wildlife art. I love the kingfisher, but we both agree that the bittern is pretty sweet too...and uncommon subject matter.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

EMAIL

We are in the process of having the birdchick.com email be hosted by google. Unbeknowst to us this will require a 48 hour changeover. So, if you need to send an email between now and Friday please send an email to birdchick @ gmail dot com.

Competition?

We have just discovered Bunny Yawns. Not sure how Cinnamon is going to take to this site.

"I don't approve of such laziness!"

Just Another Tuesday...

When I arrived at TRC, there was a package waiting for me from Annie's! Look at the box full of tasty bunny goodness! I have my suspicion that this is meant for Cinnamon so that she will finally come around to Bernie's (the alleged approving bunny) way of thinking.

I don't know about Cinnamon, but I sure do approve. How can I not approve of a six pack of Shells and White Cheddar? MMMMMMM. One thing is for sure, the Stitelers will not go hungry this week.

We actually had a program scheduled for this morning at The Raptor Center. This surprised me because the MN State Fair happens right next to the U of M St Paul campus where TRC is located. Traffic and parking is very tricky if you aren't used to it. I got to work with our education barn owl who is so light and dainty on the fist. I have mixed feelings about the barn owl--we don't have them in Minnesota any more so it's hard for me talk about them as well as I can about a great-horned. On the other hand, I have a soft spot for the movie Labyrinth and the 13 year old inside me likes to pretend that it's actually David Bowie that is sitting on my fist...did I just reveal a little too much with that last sentence?

After my shift, I decided to do lunch at the Minnesota State Fair and see a few of the exhibits Non Birding Bill just will not do. First on the list: try the new fair food this year--Hot Dish on a Stick.

It's a stick alternated with meatballs and tater tots covered in cornmeal and deep fat fried. It's then served with a dipping sauce of cream of mushroom soup enhanced with hamburger and a few other herbs and spices. It reminded me of biscuits and gravy on a stick, only substitute the biscuits for corn muffins. Actually, pretty darned tasty and a nice alternative to the deep fried twinkie on a stick.

After lunch I went to the Miracle of Birth Barn where the U of M has all sorts of livestock ready to give birth every day at the state fair. Here we have a calf just born this morning. All readers should be very grateful that I'm only showing the front end of the cow with the adorable calf as opposed to the left overs lurking at the back end.

If you miss the live births, there is a camera crew on hand that "gets all up in that" and films each birth. The births are then shown on a rotating basis on several flat screen tvs around the barn. This video is of a sheep birthin' a set of twins. There's also video of piglets, calves and miniature horses too.

I took a sneak peak in the poultry barn. All the bunnies from the previous week have gone back to their homes. I love these tiny East Indian Ducks. One year someone had Indian Runners, but I didn't see any this year. I would love to have one of these guys, but ducks are just way too stinky and way too unlitterbox friendly for my apartment.

Eeeep. Satanic chicken.

Ya' know, if the feathers were a little darker on top, this chicken could be called Gaiman (or should that be Gaimhen--har har). The feathery top resembles his preferred "hair style".

Contest Winner

That was a tough contest to judge, the longer the contest went the funnier the answers! I had the hardest time deciding which answer to go with.

First, I have to say that I loved Dea trying to actually id the bird. That has happened to me so many times (not clearly reading directions) I offer my sincerest sympathy as a prize.

Second, Mr. Neil's guess that it was a mackerel was quite good, but he correctly identified the car behind it, thus losing points for a correct id.

I was torn between traffic cop and eastern meadow vole so I justified that you can periodically see a traffic cop in the water (didn't that happen in Smokey and the Bandit movies?) and I've yet to see a meadow vole in the water, so Janet won.

Don't give up, we will have another mis id contest soon.

On another note, I am so happy. I passed a milestone with the blog yesterday--over 16,000 unique visits in one day. I honestly didn't know what to expect when I started this and figured it would be mostly family checking it out--I always thought I'd be lucky to have 1,000 total people checking the blog out period. This really has become a fun and creative part of my life and I thank all of you for being so interested in birds and rabbits.

Miss Identification

You readers are totally cracking my...making me laugh heartily. I'm going to extend the mis id contest a few more hours until after I finish my shift at TRC.

I think I'm going to do this kind of id more often.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Cute Overload Again!

I can't believe I got picked up by Cute Overload again! Or I should say my disapproving rabbits got picked up by Cute Overload. I seriously need to think about turning them into mugs or shirts--the images, not the rabbits. Maybe a kid's book with good instructions, "I disapprove of picking your nose!"

I didn't know about it at first until a flurry of email came in from people laughing about all the disapproval. I got an email from Kit Ying Soo's site and it turns out today my favorite photo from the site is up on Cute Overload.

Photo Quiz

Okay, I have Pete Dunne's Essential Field Guide Companion to give away. A book designed to hone shaky bird skills--teach you how to tell the tough to id birds apart. What have I been doing to give them away--having tough birds to id as a photo contest. The person who really needs this book is someone who can't tell thrushes apart. So, based on Non Birding Bill's prudent suggestion I am posting this photo for the quiz:

Best incorrect answer in the comments section wins the book.

More on MN State Fair

Okay, I'm totally stealing this joke from NBB:

As disturbed as I was by the Klu Klux Lamb, I'm really glad I avoided the cow barn at the MN State Fair after reading this sign. On an even more disturbing note, when did sheep start wearing spandex?

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Photo Quiz

Ugh, why did I eat so much at the State Fair...my stomach is staging a rebellion, the likes of which haven't been seen since the days of Luke Skywalker.

Here's a photo quiz. All the photos are of the same bird, just at different angles and some with flash and some without. First correct answer in the comment section wins a Pete Dunne's Essential Field Guide Companion.





On another note:

I am wrapping up my time as an employee of Eagle Optics--it was a great job but some parts of the telecommuting weren't working as well as they could have. We kicked around the idea of moving to Madison but Cinnamon just would not approve--she was worried she might lose street cred for being a cheese head bunny and be mistaken as a Packer fan. Plus, it would make KARE 11 and fm107 apprearances way too challenging--and I don't even want to think about how hard it would be to find someone who is as excellent at coloring my hair as Rachel at Studio 411. I still plan on purchasing optics from them in the future and to help and support Eagle Optics in any way that I can.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

MN State Fair Report

I don't know what is wrong with me, but I truly love the Minnesota State Fair. Above is a photo Non Birding Bill took of me enjoying a fave fair food--the scotch egg on a stick (for those who don't visit pubs very often, a scotch egg is a hard boiled egg wrapped in sausage and deep fried--mmmmmmm).

Everyone else in Minnesota loves the fair too. We call it the great Minnesota get together, and boy howdy do we get together. I'm pretty sure we have the largest state fair in the nation.

Normally we have the bunnies the first weekend and the following weekend they are replaced with the chickens and ducks. However, some roosters were in early. Look at this fellow feeling like he is the cock of the walk. He is the Shaft of roosters.

There were also some fancy pigeons on display. Some with bell bottomed feathers on their feet and this one with poofy feathers on the head.

This pigeon looked like it was trying awful hard to be a bald eagle. Dude, just accept your prey status.

This pigeon looked like it really had some identity issues. It looked like it's trying to be a Bonaparte's gull. Sounds like it needs to watch some Brady Bunch episodes to learn how to just love being what it truly is: a pigeon, not a gull. Poor, little Jan bird.

When not looking at birds at the State Fair (or eating elephant ears and fried cheese curds) I love to check out the crop art. People take bird seed and get artistic with it. Some of it is pretty amazing, not only for the art, but for the subject matter:

Sister Wendy? Who would have expected her to be immortalized in dried seed? Portraits are pretty par for the course when it comes to crop art. Some of it is quite striking:

A smoking Vincent Price with an ominous bat behind him paying tribute to all those scary movies.

Here we have Desi Arnaz...

...and his former wife Lucille Ball! This was actually one of the winners in the crop art. Even the hair on her head is some type of plant material.

This was a surprise. Someone was inspired by the oddest of comics Fred Bassett--I never got that cartoon. All Fred ever does is state the obvious. Must be British humour.

Every now and then someone tries to make a deep political statement with their crop art. On the surface this looks like an homage to Popeye the Sailor Man...

...but closer inspection reveals that the artist is trying to use this as a metaphore for the country's oil problems.

So, just how progressive is our State Fair? We have a lactation station--sponsored by fm107. This is for all the new moms out there who need a quiet cool place to nurse their babies. NBB and I stopped to say hi to Mary Jo Pehl who is now a co-host on the Cathie Harnett Show. They were doing it live at the fair, always fun to watch. While there we met Amy who has been on with Ian and Margery like myself. I found myself really enjoying Amy's condo purchasing whoas and triumph while checking her blog tonight. This truly is the Great Minnesota Get Together!

Here we have a giant Red Wing Shoes boot...ooohh...ahhhhhh. I don't like to stay too late at the fair, so I watch for signs when it is time for us to head home.

My first sign is when I can start to smell beer as we are walking along--then it's time to go.

All in all the State Fair was a good time. I'll be back again on Labor Day to do a segment live at the KARE 11 booth.

MN State Fair Bunny Disapproval

We visted the Bunny Barn at the Minnesota State Fair today and there was a whole lotta disapproval goin' on.

"I don't approve of how bored life has made me."

"I disapprove of only being admired for my overwhelming cuteness. I gotta brain too, y'know."

"I disapprove of being compared to an Ewok."

"I don't approve. Period."

"I disapprove of the Oedipus complex."

"I don't approve of your assertion that I resemble Winston Churchill."

"I don't approve of how this place smells."

"I disapprove of your need for my approval."

"I disapprove of being told I look like Cinnamon."

"I don't have time to disapprove of you."

What does Cinnamon have to say?

"I think I'm too overwhelmed with pride in my species to disapprove of you going out and looking at other bunnies."

Friday Activities

Yesterday the nets were hopping at Carpenter. I took my friend Amber along and it seemed we were constantly checking the nets. The nets by the orchard were especially busy, every time I walked by there were at least six new birds in them. As I would be trying to get a vireo or flycatcher I could hear a large flock of robins, chirping as they watched our activity. Robins just seem a little scary this time of year as they lurk in bushes and trees quietly chirping to each other. They sound like they're planning something.

Of course the bird in the previous post was the back of a red-breasted nuthatch. Good call. I was just mentioning that it's August and we should start seeing red-breasteds in the Twin Cities.

Last December in Arkansas, one of the men on my search team did studies on mixed flocks of birds for his graduate project. His research showed that in a mixed flock of downy woodpeckers, black-capped chickadees, white-breasted nuthatches and red-breasted nuthaches, the the red-breasted were the most aggressive and the Sam Jacksons of the flock. Nobody messed with them. So tiny, so cute, so aggressive.

Here's a male downy woodpecker that we got in. You just don't see them head on like this, since they're normally facing a tree. We also got in a couple of other interesting birds, which I am saving for a photo quiz later.

I survived KTIS and was on very good behavior. Last night I had a message on my cell phone from the guest host Steve Moore that the producers at the station were a little wary about a bird watcher filling a whole hour on the show. Is birding really that exciting? How could they have thought that? Of course birding is exciting and I apparently surprised them and they may have me back on again. That would be fun.

Last night we were having dinner and a drink with a friend at Herkimer in Uptown. Outdoor seating is a premium in the Twin Cities--enjoy the outdoors while we can. As we were sitting outside, we could see nighthawks kettling up for migration. I would excitedly point them out and at first the surrounding people thought I'd had too much to drink but would look up and see the flocks. The second kettle quickly headed south but a third formed and then got so high you could barely see the specks in formation...the third one looked to be heading north instead of south like the first two kettles, but I'm sure the nighthawks figured it out.

Friday, August 25, 2006

What Bird Is This?

Who is this shaggy back?

Correction

My radio interview today is at 12:05 p.m., not 1!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

When it Rains it Pours

I was well on my way to going to the State Fair for my segment on KFAN Outdoors, when a nasty storm showed up. We already had a pretty hefty storm in the Twin Cities this morning so the sewers were not prepared for this downpour. Here's an intersection behind our building:

This intersection is infamous for flash flooding, which we learned the first year we were here and discovered our little Dodge Shadow flooded after a night of rain. Ah, we were so young then, we laughed our butts off when water flushed out of the tail pipe when we started the car...little did we know about all the problems that accompany a car with water damage--ah, the learning curve during that first year of marriage. We now avoid this intersection like the plague for parking. It doesn't flood every year, but it's always a distinct possibility.

I ended up doing the segment at over the phone and then made some Quesadillas. Cinnamon hopped in my lap:

"I don't know if I approve of that, let me taste it to be sure."

Don't worry all you veterinary types that read the blog, I did not give my rabbit a beef and cheese filled bite. She ended up getting a fresh strawberry instead.

Oopsie or Bold Ad Campaign?

While thumbing through the latest issue of Living Bird put out by Cornell Lab of Ornithology, this full page ad by Wild Bird Chow caught my attention:

So, on the left we have a blue tit usually seen in Great Britian and on the right we have an American goldfinch, typically seen in the eastern half of the United States. Underneath is the headline "Birds of Different Feathers will Flock Together". I am wondering if the idea is that Wild Bird Chow is so awesome tasting that birds from across the Atlantic will fly over to eat this wonderous mix or if it was a matter of someone in the art department doesn't know a thing about birds and just picked two pretty birds with colors that compliment each other. If it's the former, why put that in the Lab of Ornithology publication that hard core birders love to read--why not put that ad in Reader's Digest where people aren't thinking about bird accuracy? Blue tits aren't migratory, if you see one in the United States like I did last year, it's more than likely an escapee.

Wild Bird Chow, what were you thinking? Perhaps this was even a more clever ad campaign to put two birds together that you would never see and then get bloggers like me to talk about it, further spreading the word about their brand of bird seed...

Birds are a Movin'

This came in yesterday from Hawk Ridge on the Minnesota Bird Listservs:

A substantial movement of birds occurred at Hawk Ridge on August 22, with 241
birds banded. This is the first significant migration of birds since
operations started on August 4th. Sixteen warbler species comprised the bulk
of birds banded, with highlights being a Connecticut and 2 Bay-breasted
warblers. Additionally, the first Brown creeper and second Slate-colored junco
added to the early season diversity.

Red crossbills continue to be observed nearly every day. The vast majority of
birds appear to be moving south, although, an occasional flock has been
observed heading north. Many of these flocks have ranged from 15 to 30 birds,
with a couple 40+ flocks.

Dave Grosshuesch

Hawk Ridge Bird
Observatory

I am experiencing some migration right now. I am supposed to be tucked away and writing in a gazebo where there is no internet or bird feeders to distract me...but there is a big mountain ash tree right outside the kitchen window and it is chock full of birds eating the berries. Last night it was all robin action but now every time I look up it's a new bird: red-eyed vireo, rose-breasted grosbeak, ovenbird, redstart, Nashville warbler...must fight temptation...must...tear away from...internet and birding...must go to gazebo...and write...urg...

Albino Hummer in Hudson, WI

Ed Colosky who owns Wild Birds Unlimited in Hudson, WI emailed this:

I thought you might like seeing this bird. One of my customers took this
picture here in Hudson. It's an albino Ruby-throated Hummingbird. Anyway, I
thought it might be of interest.

Have a great day,

Ed

For the record, any photos of albinos are always of interest to me, and I love getting them. Hummer migration is just getting underway so if you live in Hudson and south, keep your eye for this little ghost at your nectar feeder. From the email, it looks like this photo was taken last Saturday. Here was a note that came with the photo from Marsha:

It was fighting with a couple of other ruby-throated hummingbirds over the salvias. It took a long rest in the hawthorn after all the flying around. It appears to be an albino...orange bill and red eye. Really gorgeous to see flying across the prairie.

Sweet photo! Thanks, Ed, and thank Marsha for me too.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The Bathing Beauty

First, I have to say that I am totally rockin' this William Shatner CD called Has Been. Yes, that's right I said William Shatner. Some of you may remember him from Transformed Man or even Golden Throats, but let me tell you he has really grown as a musician. He can feel, he can touch (let's see how many of you get that reference). If you haven't heard it, I highly recommend downloading:

Common People
You'll Have Time (I want this song as my sig file!)
That's Me Trying
I Can't Get Behind That (I have fond memories of listening to this with WildBird on the Fly while driving around in Maine)

Now, who was our mystery bird:

Well, is this a chicken? Is this a ptarmigan? I thought this one was going to be too easy, but the lack of head really stumped some readers. This bird is a raptor:

It's a Harris hawk! The funny thing was that Non Birding Bill snapped these photos at Game Fair and tonight when I was talking to him he asked, "What's that a photo of again?" He took the picture and he couldn't remember? Crazy boy! Here's a comparison of the Harris and the ferruginous hawk:

I love his photo, it looks like the Harris on the left and the ferrug on the right are having a tete a tete, but are really contemplating an attack towards each other. My money would be on the ferrug, if they were to fight. Oh sure a whole gang of Harrises might take out a ferrug, but they're not that tough when there's just one.

So, Andrea had the first correct answer! Whoo hoo, go Andrea. Don't forget to email me your snail mail address so I can send you the winning lens pen. Ohhhh. Ahhhhhh. Those things really are handy.

I'm currently hanging out in the big scary old house that is Mr. Neil's home. I've never been in here completely by myself before (save for a few cats). I'm just bursting with creativity right now and he's been kind enough to allow me to use his writing quarters. The best part of the whole deal is that I get to raid some green tomatoes out of the garden for my frying pleasure. Mmmmmmmmmm, I loves me some fried green tomatoes!

I swear, this place as the most forgiving birds. There have been no bird feeders out all summer due to bear activity. Last week NBB and I put up three new feeding stations and it's loaded with birds in less than a week! I couldn't believe the rush hour like activity that was surrounding the feeders when I arrived today--even a pileated came in to the gigantic suet log. Robins were raiding a fruit bearing tree right between the feeders. Robins always make me nervous this time of year. They form these large flocks that always seem to give their warning calls and their kind of secretive. It's as if they are up to something sinister and they don't want us humans to find out.

Well, I am just all over the airwaves the next few days. Tomorrow morning I'll be on A Balanced Breakfast (at 5:50am for you early risers--they do have live streaming over the internet), then I have down that I'm supposed to do KFAN Outdoors tomorrow night at the State Fair, but I don't have a set time so I'm not so sure about that one. Friday afternoon, I will be on a KTIS show called Along the Way with Kim Jefferies (but she is away so it will actually be with Steve Moore who I met when he interviewed me at Birdwatch America last January). And then there's Saturday night at 9pm when I'll be on the Flirtologist Show aka the Jill Speigel Show. The last two radio programs are new ground for me. I think KTIS is a religious station...boy, I really hope I can behave. Jill Speigel will also have an animal psychic on the same show...again, I really hope I can behave.

You can call in for both the Kim Jeffries show 1-800-571-2755 and on the Jill Speigel show 651-641-1071. Feel free to call with questions or to harass or to remind me to behave.

Life Took Over

I don't know what happened, but I my schedule just kind of took over and I was too busy to blog--you should see our home. Friday, Saturday and Sunday it was get up at 5am, go to Game Fair, close up the booth at 6pm, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. Non Birding Bill came along to part of Game Fair to give me a potty break and it was interesting to get his perspective on working a booth.

"This is BORING!"

How could he think this is boring? He was shocked and asked, "This is all you do on the road, answer 2 questions: What does that equation mean on binoculars and why are some pairs more expensive than others? How do you stand it?"

I told him "No, usually at a bird festival, I'll lead a field trip before working the booth." This was different, this was a hunting show. He didn't buy it. He wanted to try and nap under the table, but the constant gunfire from the firing range made that impossible. Well, that and I wouldn't let him--there's no sleeping at a trade show booth! NBB doesn't like working for me, I'm a task master.

Monday it was a KARE 11 appearance and then a long meeting at Adventure Publications. When I came home NBB said in a tempting voice, "Snakes on a Plane." I had a choice: blog? snakes on a plane? blog? snakes on a plane? As Cinnamon outed me, I opted for a date with NBB to see Snakes on a Plane.

"Snakes on a Plane" is pure fluff and highly inaccurate but a good time. I could watch Samuel L. Jackson read DVD setup instructions and still be entertained. I think the snake cam was a particularly nice touch. I actually wondered if snake experts enjoyed this movie. I mean, if this had been "Snipes on a Plane" I would have been huffing and puffing at all the blatant inaccuracies, I may not have enjoyed that movie (ie: snipes wouldn't attack people like that). If you want a movie that has its tongue planted firmly in its cheek, and you love a little Sam Jack, this is a must see. If you want to take your movie enjoyment to a another level, purchase a pack of rubber snakes and hide them in your bag. When the snakes pop out of the air masks and overhead compartment in the movie--start tossing your rubber snakes out in the audience.

Tuesday I spend the day helping a birding workshop at MS Camp. My trip there was down right comical. I didn't think it possible to get that lost in this day and age of Mapquest but the forces of travel were against me yesterday morning. First, Minnesota is infamous for similar sounding town names: Maple Grove, Maple Plain, Maple Lake, etc. So, I got off on the wrong foot with Mapquest when I entered directions for Maple Grove and I should have put in Maple Lake. So, I was in fact a little over an hour away when Mapquest led me to believe I was 38 minutes away. When I finally figured out the poor directions, I followed the hand made map provided by MS Camp...which was a little off. So I grabbed my handy Hudson Street Atlas for the Twin Cities. Wouldn't you know it, the highway I needed fell right in the corner of four different pages: ARRGH! I had to call NBB to have him help me find the highway.

I did finally get there and the original plan was to do the talk at the bird feeders around Camp Courage, but they hadn't been filled in a long time (spider webs covered some of the feeding ports). We went out to purchase some black oilers during lunch, knowing our chances of getting birds to come right away was slim, but we needed something. All the birds were catching on to my use of an iPod to get their attention and I wouldn't be able to call them in during the afternoon like I did in the morning. Right outside the camp, we found a pond with a heron and cormorant rookery. It wasn't too far, so we took the campers in their scooters and wheelchairs to the pond and saw more birds in five minutes than we would have at the whole time at the bird feeders. A young bald eagle flew over and that was a treat for the group. I tried to pick out binoculars that would be easiest for people with MS to use--eight power so it won't pick up on tremors, light weight. The most popular were Stokes Talons, Stokes Meadowlark, Vortex Viper.

And now, due to popular request (or down right demands in some cases) a photo quiz. What is the bird in this photo:

First correct answer in the comments section wins a free lens pen to clean binoculars, scopes and camera lenses.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

I Disapprove

I, Cinnamon Q. Rabbit Pants, would like to officially state for the record that I have disapproved of the monumental lack of posts the last few days. Birdchick is blatantly slacking. Oh, yes, she claims to have been "working non stop" since last Friday, but I will have you know that last night when she could have been prudently updating her blog, she chose--willingly, mind you--to go see Snakes on a Plane (a movie I highly disapprove of).

Please feel my pain and know that I understand the frustration over no updates. It's a wonder that I get fed at all. If anyone would care to submit a donation, I could use the following:

Timothy hay
FRESH parsley
green tops of carrots (green tops only, no carrot please, I'm watching my figure)
copious amounts of dried fruit, especially cherries

Thank you.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Bleary Post


Just what everybody wants: an antler toilet paper holder!

Here's the trick shooter blowing up somthing. I don't know what it was, but it made a nice poof.

Here he is blowing up a cabbage. He was demonstrating why women should learn how to shoot, because the next time the husband brings home an unexpected guest for dinner, you could make a salad--shot gun style. After you shot all your veggies, you tell your hubby and his friends to go graze it up in the backyard.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Just Another Day At Game Fair

Huge sigh of relief at the Stiteler household that Chet Baker is on the road to recovery and back home.

There's been a request for another photo quiz, that will come next week, I am just too swamped with Game Fair this weekend. I am learning that on the fourth day of being next to a shooting range is not as fun as the first day. It's so hard to explain a diopter between bangs.

Who knew weimaraner puppies had blue eyes? Yeah, the puppy dealership booth across the way brought out some heavy ammunition today at Game Fair. Cute little weimaraners--so, tiny, so irresistable. The man running the booth was very clever by saying, "Go ahead and take the pup back to your booth and let it bring in customers." He smiled, knowing that I will instantly fall in love with said puppy and feel an urge to bring it home. He even offered to trade the wee weimaraner for a pair of binos....processing...tempting...processing...no, no I can't. I can't trade binos for puppies and I can't have puppies in my apartment. So there. No puppies for binos...

"I don't approve of weimaraners!"

So, at the end of the day all these little bugs started flying around. I noticed that quite a few had originated from my booth. All the ant mounds in the area were crawling with ants with wings. I wish I was an entomologist, some kind of hatch or dequeening was going on. The winged ants were different sizes and their silver wings made the grass blades dance. One by one they took to the air. Cool. I wonder what was happening, almost all the mounds were exploding with them.

So, still on edge from the sword incident last week, I must be a little more sensitive than usual. When I came home from the fair tonight I noticed this in the bushes in front of our building:

Is that real? I don't know guns at all. I called Non Birding Bill down, he was in the Reserves, he would know. He didn't. We decided to not touch it and flag down a police car (we live near a police station, they pass by frequently). I felt so stupid asking, "Excuse me, officer, is this a real gun?" He took photos, bagged it and said it was probably a toy and took it away. It was probably just one of those stupid lighter guns--which I'm relieved that it was a toy and not a real gun.

And now I leave you with a funny series of photos of the ferruginous hawk at the Falconry Booth. I don't know what it was doing today or what was going on in its head...or with its head.





Anyone got a caption for this last photo? All I can come up with is "Urrrrrp."

Really, dude, how do you expect prey to take you seriously as Nature's Perfect Killing Machine?

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Off Week

"I disapprove of Chet Baker being sick. I demand he get better."

Between the strange activities of last week and worrying about Chet Baker and a few other things, I am feeling off. I have a huge surge to do something creative, like I have something inside that is bursting to get out.

Hints of autumn and of change are in the air. I get the most excited right now, it's like Christmas Eve for me, right on the edge of fall migration--I love fall migration. It's weird but sometimes I feel a pull too. I remember in college when I was walking home from one of my theater classes, I heard Canada geese fly in the distance and watched them fly over. I wanted to go with them, I felt this need to travel. I remember having a fleeting feeling that I was on the wrong path. Theater, the wrong path?

Yesterday we were at Mr. Neil's replacing all his bear ravaged feeders. Mr. Neil asked that I help him harvest some of his pears. I wasn't much help, flocks of migrating nighthawks were moving overhead. I just held the bowl while Mr. Neil filled it, which was the best plan anyway, I'm too short to get pears anyway. When I check email that night, the people were reporting lots of nighthawk movement on the bird listservs in Minnesota.

I did get some creative juices going. I really enjoyed getting the feeders all back up and running. I set up a finch area and an all purpose area, raccoon proofed it (no, I didn't bear proof it but there is evidence that the bear that attacked the original set up was hit and killed by a car). We were able to salvage some of the feeders, and there were some spares that we used to replace the feeders that were annihilated. The hummingbird feeder is not my first choice, as a matter of fact I had squirreled it away in favor of a Hummzinger long ago:

Here's a shot of the old Hummzinger but it was nowhere to be found so I had to make do with that hour glass shaped one--hummer migration is underway and they were buzzing about impatiently.

We picked up the raccoon resistant poles system from Ed at the Wild Birds Unlimited in Hudson, WI. Ed such a sweet guy, and when I stopped in, the guys from NovaBird happened to be there. Poor Non Birding Bill was out numbered (foolish man should know better by now than to accompany me to a bird specialty store). I had good news for the guys from NovaBird, I had an unplanned test with some pigeons and learned that they're motion sensitive camera can survive a two story fall from an apartment window ledge! I love that camera, where would my blog be without it? As a matter of fact, my NovaBird Camera took the above photo ruby-throat at the feeder.

Ed mentioned that he's doing a day trip up to Hawk Ridge with Kim Risen. The motorcoach goes up Saturday, September 16 at 6am with hot coffee and donuts. They will bird at Park Point and then head to the Ridge for all day hawk watching with an "incredible sandwich" for lunch. Should be a good time if you are a first timer and want to see what hawk migration is all about.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Because When You Think Birds, You Think Jackie Chan

Actor Jackie Chan stars in UN-backed TV announcement warning about deadly bird flu

World-famous actor and martial arts expert Jackie Chan stars in a United Nations-backed television public service announcement alerting children and their families around the world to the dangers of bird flu, which has killed more than 130 people worldwide and led to the deaths of 200 million birds.

Mr. Chan tells the girls and boys, who come from all over the world, that birds can pass on flu, or avian influenza, to people, so it’s important to stay away from sick and dead birds, especially chickens. He then nods approvingly as 8-year-old Ava pipes up: “But playing with paper birds is fine.”

You can read the rest of the story here.

Now, I loves me some Jackie Chan almost as much as I love goshawks (he's on my list of five) but is he really who we want informing the world about avian influenza?

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Wrens Out Of Control

With all my travels I have been negligent in tending to Mr. Neil's yard. NBB and I finally had a chance to visit today. If you recall, the last time I was in his yard, all of his bird houses had been wrenned pretty hard. Okay, the wood duck box in that post had a few sticks, today it was this full:

Geez Louise! I have never seen a wood duck box so full of house wren sticks. This is insane! Mr. Neil said that he has seen at least one brood come out of the box. I stuck my camera in over the top to get a photo and discovered...

...brood number 2! There they are, two tiny almost ready to fledge house wren chicks. When I checked the second wood duck box about a quarter of mile away, it too was filled to the brim with sticks, but no brooding chamber, it was strictly a decoy nest. You would think filling up a wood duck box would tucker out a tiny house wren.

The wrens in the wood duck box did confirm something I have always suspected. I know Mr. Neil must have saw-whet owls on his property (habitat is so perfect) but I have never been able to find one. Here the wrens have found a saw-whet feather and lined it in their nest. Now, this is the second brood of house wrens, meaning the top nest was made fairly recently. Owls molt in the summer, are saw-whets nesting on the property?? Or was this an errant feather that fell over the winter? I have only looked for saw-whets in winter when they migrate down into this area, not really in the summer, perhaps I shall have to double up my efforts? This would be south of their traditional breeding range...hmmmmmmm. This is a very owly place, I have identified great-horned, barred and long-eared owls here a saw-whet would be nice to add to the list.

More On Game Fair

Here is an interesting firearm. This rifle has a six foot barrel that acts as a silencer. The sign in front of it said that it was developed by the Minneapolis Parks board to be used for culling deer in the metro area. So, all those people who have been upset because they thought they heard gun shots when the deer were culled were hearing something else. This thing does not sound like a gun at all.

Okay, I totally get the fun of gun ownership after the Game Fair. The front of my booth faced oodles of puppies. The back of my booth faced the firing range for shooting clays. Skeet shooting looks so satisfying and so much fun. A little clay disk flies into the air and depending on the skill of the shooter bursts like a firework display, gets chipped and slants off in a different direction or just disappears in a puff of smoke. At the end of the day a trick shooter comes out and throws things in the air to shoot--the best of which included shooting a watermelon and then a cabbage. The cabbage was really cool--it burst and showered the audience in little leaves. I approve of shooting clays and veggies and support a person's right to do it.

I'm pretty sure WildBird on the Fly blogged about this when she went to Shot Show, but the camo lingerie was at Game Fair as well. The interesting thing was that I saw two women actually wearing some out in the summer heat at the Fair.

Here a creative bit of recycling. These guys turned used beer bottles into duck and goose calls.

I truly do believe the birders can find some useful stuff at Game Fair. Check this out, here is something hunters get very right--comfort in the field. These are blinds that you lay in for duck hunting. Why couldn't birders use this for hawk watching? Lay down in your comfy little blind and watch the hawks fly over. Throw in some scotch and I'm there!

Here is a boat that you use to hide your hunting self when duck hunting. How many times has a birder been on one side of a lake seeing distant shorebirds, ducks and waders and just can't get close enough to see the birds, even with a scope? Behold, the camo boat allowing you to sneak up on the unsuspecting birds.

In the decoy section I found a blowup sandhill crane doll...do I really want to know what that's used for? Please tell me it's not like blowup sheep--eeeeew. Actually, this is probably used for sandhill crane hunting. It is legal in some states. I have talked to a few people who have actually hunted cranes and am told that it is some of the tastiest meat you will ever eat in your life--better than turkey, better than grouse, better than pheasant! However, it's one of the hardest birds to hunt, they are very wary, even of decoys.

Speaking of decoys I picked up a catalog for Hard Core Decoys which is making me giggle because it makes geese sound so butch. The different postures come with names like "The Searcher", "The Sentry" and "The Super Sentry". Here's a description for their snow goose decoy set:

"The first plastic full-body snow decoy ever designed to be anatomically correct in overall look and motion. This has become a sure fire replacement to some of the old techniques used to decoy the decoy-shy snow goose. By throwing a Ross' goose into the package we brought realism to the next level."

There is also the Signature Series designed by champions of the goose calling world:

"The two most unique decoys ever constructed--a great conversation piece in any spread!"

Fake geese? A conversation piece?

New Headshot?

Monday, August 14, 2006

Weird

While doing a search for blue jays in Google's image search engine, I found this.

Birds at the Game Fair

Friday and Saturday were gorgeous sunny days at Game Fair. Sunday it was dark and poured rain almost the whole entire day. And Game Fair goes on rain or shine, so there was no escape. I was at least stationed at a covered tent. The best part of the deal was that this truly was the best time for people to test out binoculars, all the ones I had were all water proof--what a great demo and this kind of light is where you can really separate the men from the boys as far as light gathering ability. Alas, most of the patrons fled the down pour and didn't take advantage of this great time to test optics. It was funny to hand some of the few people who were there a cheaper pair and the hand them a more expensive pair and hear them exclaim--"Oh wow, that IS bright!"

I saw one of the coolest tattoos ever. Check out that blue jay tattoo. She said that she found this photo and took it to Serious Ink in Fridley, MN and they put it right on her leg. That's the best bird tattoo I've ever seen and makes me want to get a new one. I was contemplating another piece of bird art, but there's a goshawk photo that I would just love to have inked on...now to figure out where.

Speaking of blue, check out these feet on one of the birds at the falconry booth:

These gorgeous blue tootsies belong to this bird:

I seriously thought about making this a photo id contest but this one would be really tough. First, it is a falcon but what kind? It's a first year falcon and not in adult plumage. You may say, "Hmmm, peregrine...although something is not quite right." That's because it's a hybrid. Can you guess what this male has been crossed with. That is a clue. For a male, he's large....this is a cross between a peregrine and gyrfalcon. Pretty cool looking bird, and so dark.

Here's another photo of the falconer holding the hybrid and check out the goshawk in the lower right hand corner. It's trying to jump off it's perch to attack the falcon. That wasn't the only time, this gos really wanted to kill that falcon.

Here's a little scene that I captured at the falconer hooded the hybrid to keep it calm:

On the right we have the goshawk and hunched and thinking of attacking the falcon (this is unusual because goshawks generally don't think, they act before thinking--which is why I relate to accipiters so). On the left is the hooded falcon, perched and happy as a clam not to be seeing crowds of people. Between the two birds towards the back is a red-tail, minding her own business.

The falcon scratches at her neck, the goshawk can take it no more...she must go and kill the falcon.

Off she goes, strait for the falcon, tugging with all her might at the perch to just get closer and quench her desire to kill and eat. Through all of this, the red-tail stayed out of it. Sensible red-tail (and a bird I cannot quite relate to).

One of the falconers came over to put a stop to her antics and block her view of the falcon.

Still not convinced that she wasn't done trying to kill the falcon, the goshawk stood her ground while the falconer points to her perch. After a minute, she landed back on her perch and ruffled her tail. Her enthusiasm was appreciated, but this wasn't the time to hunt, nor the prey to go for.

I just loves me some goshawk!

The Oddness of the Ferruginous Hawk

From the back, a beauty full of rust and brown and cream.

From the front, just a plain goofy lookin' face. Kinda reminds me of Sam the Eagle only not so blue.

Found in Parking Lot

Hopefully this is someone's pet name for their wife and not their business. Wi-fi poo?

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Deformed Bird Bills

As opposed to Non-Birding Bills. Hello, everyone, NBB here again. Sharon's off to Gamefair, so here's a link to tide you over: Deformed Bird Bills is a collection of photo links from the University of Michigan of wild birds with irregular beaks. Dig in.

And now a completele random link (and one of my favorites). One of my favorite web thingies; it's time for a rousing game of Guess the Dictator or Sitcom Character.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Doh! All the good banding happens when I'm not around!

Okay, I really need to get to bed and get my stuff together for tomorrow, but Larry Sirvio sent me some photos of some pretty incredible birds that they got at Carpenter today. One I'm going to save, I might use it as a contest but this is just a wow:

How the heck do you get a ruby-throated hummingbird out of a net? Remember, banding every Friday morning at Carpenter--free and open to the public. Now that migration is under way, it could get very intersting. I won't be there next Friday again because of Game Fair again so chances are good some more cool stuff will come in.

Quick Update

Even though NBB has been doing a most capable job, I have to take a quick moment to share these photos from Game Fair. I'm right across from a booth that sells puppies called Jorgenson Kennels. When not talking binoculars, I get to watch puppy antics!

This one looks like it's part Groucho Marx.

This puppy was chock full of mischief. Here it's chewing on a chair that some guns are leaning on.

Here is another naughty black lab chewing on some birdhouses an unsuspecting person left near their booth. This particular puppy also chewed on its tent and some purses some teenage girls left on the ground.

All that chewing tuckered the poor thing out. Awwwwwwwwwww. All the puppy action has peaked NBB's interest. He offered to come work the booth with me next weekend. And by work he means running around and playing with all the puppies. Yeah, Cinnamon's gonna love that.

I have to give a big shout out to the Minnesota Falconer's Association! I'm friends with Master Falconer Frank Taylor and his lovely wife Trudy was so kind to come over and sit in my booth and watch the binoculars while I used the restroom. Frank even let me come inside the ropes where the birds were perched and I was surrounded by a sharp-shinned hawk, a goshawk, a red-tailed hawk, a Harris hawk and a ferruginous hawk (above). I didn't know anyone in Minnesota hunted with a ferrug, I've read that they can be a handful.

Elderly Eagles still gettin' busy

40 year old eagles produce 16th chick

A pair of bald eagles at the Winnipeg Zoo, likely in their 40s, have had their 16th chick.

“The significance is not only that the birds have reached this advanced age—probably into their 40s—but the fact that they're still reproducing, and I can’t find any record of either wild or captive birds ever successfully raising chicks at this advanced age,” said Dr. Bob Wrigley, zoo curator.

The new enclosure didn't have a nest box, since staff figured the eagles were past their breeding days.

But the birds surprised staff by building a ground nest from straw bales and laying an egg, something eagles normally only do on the tundra.

"Swan Lady" warned to stop feeding birds

Hello, everyone. This is Sharon's husband. While Sharon's off at Gamefair this weekend, the plan was for me to be providing you with fun and fascinating updates.

However, Sharon insisted I put up things related to birdwatching instead. Alas.

So, here we go.

Stop feeding birds, swan lady warned

THE 'swan lady' of Ware has been ordered to stop feeding her beloved wild birds, as an animal warden believes the £50 worth of seed she spreads every week is attracting rats

Louise Bathe has been feeding them twice daily for the past 10 years.

Despite being unemployed, she uses her savings to buy 55lb (25kg) sacks of feed each week to give to birds every morning and evening.

But now she has been ordered to stop — and fears that sparrows will die without the food.

Louise, who drives a Land Rover Discovery with 'Swan Patrol' on the spare wheel cover, warned: "A lot of towns no longer have sparrows. Now I can't feed them they could disappear from Ware."


There's a story for you; sparrows leave an area because one woman isn't feeding them.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Sick Birds Reported Around Minnesota

If you note the house finch in the above photo, you will see that its eye is swollen. It more than likely has the form of conjunctivitus that house finches are very prone to. This bird was at my feeder last week.

Some people have noticed dead birds at their feeders in Minnesota and Wisconsin. It's not just the usual crows and blue jays that are expected with West Nile Virus but also house finches, purple finches, goldfinches and chickadees.

IT IS NOT AVIAN FLU. IT IS NOT BIRD FLU. IT IS NOT H5N1.

The ladies at Cardinal Corner have been trying to find out if anyone is testing the dead birds to see if it's WNV or any other bird related disease, but cannot find any agency interested in testing any bird other then crows or jays. They have had reports from customers as has All Seasons in Wayzata.

I got an email from Le saying a man from the Pollution Control Agency said the problem of dead birds at feeders is wide spread (they are getting calls also) so it is probably not a chemical. It could beWest Nile Virus but the percentage of chickadees and goldfinches contracting it is usually smaller. It could be a form of avian cholera from birds using the same water source because many water sources are dried up. It could also be a toxicity- birds spreading diseases amongst themselves such as salmonella like we saw during the last redpoll/siskin irruption.

The bottom line is right now we do not know what it is and there are LOTS diseases that can affect birds.

The best thing to do right now (or when diseased birds show up) is thoroughly clean bird feeders and bird baths. During the months when we get West Nile Virus, make sure you do not have any standing water in your yard. It would be a good idea to dump out bird baths on a regular basis. Another option is to just put one day's work of seed in bird feeders then wipe down feeders or dip them in a 5% bleach solution--rinsing them thoroughly when finished. Some people also stop feeding for two weeks when finding sick birds so the diseases won't keep recurring.

Right after I published this post, I checked Birderblog and sure enough Laura Erickson is hearing the same thing.

Where's the Shorebird Guide Review?

The original review of The Shorebird Guide is removed momentarily because I misidentified some of the shorebirds. Guess that means I need that book than I realized! It'll be back up after I redo it. It's not fair to the authors to say it's a great book for id and then have my misidentified photos along with it.

Lesson learned from this? You can't always be sure that the tiny object running around in your view finder that you're squinting at with the direct sun on you is the same bird. Just when I thought I could care about shorebirds again, I get this setback. I'm gonna learn to enjoy shorebirds, I will overcome this. Some how.

Now, I have to go get stuff set up for Game Fair.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Speaking of Cleansing

For those who might want a follow up to my grisly post this morning, here it is:

Boy howdy if the guys from At Home Apartments got the place fairly cleaned up. You can tell it was a hasty paint job, but at least now instead of the stairwell smelling like blood, it smells like paint and Pinesol.

All the local stations are reporting on it, although the details are a little different in each story.
KARE 11
WCCO
KSTP
Star Tribune

The weird thing is that when we got home from work, two news stations were still parked out in front of the building, KSTP and FOX 9. I'm not sure why they needed to be in front of our building since it was all cleaned up, but there they were taking up parking spaces.

Here's what seems to have happened as I understand it. At least two (maybe three) guys got in our building and then forced their way into an apartment on third floor. The intruders had a gun and the guy living in the apartment grabbed his roommate's sword and tried to fight of the attackers. The attackers fled the scene and eventually went to the emergency room where they were apprehended.

My mom, of course wants us to move out tonight. I tried to calm her fears by saying, "Hey no one was murdered, the worst that happened is that someone lost some digits." That didn't work. I also tried to point out what others have said in the comments that a sword fight in an apartment building really is a fluke and a once in a lifetime event. She's not buying it.

A Much Needed Cleansing Post

Okay, I need something pretty and birdy to recover from this morning--what better than one of the Larry Sirvio's red-headed woodpecker photos. Breathe in the woodpecker, breath out. Breathe in the red-headed woodpecker, breathe out. Haaaaaa. Cleanse. Better.

So, remember when I mentioned that Larry had one heck of a photo for bird id? Here it is:

First correct answer gets a copy of Pete Dunne's GISS book (stop giggling you!). It's called Pete Dunne's Essential Field Guide Companion and it's a great book to help you increase your identification skills based on General Impression Size and Shape. I haven't had a chance to really sit down and review it (the book I'm giving away is a spare, not the one I intend to review). After a quick skim, I must say that I love the descriptive folk names Pete comes up with such as: The Pallid Grinning Longspur.

Although, if you can id this bird, maybe you don't need Pete's book. Maybe I should give the prize to the worst answer. No! It will go to the first correct answer.

I'll watch for the correct answer in the comments section.

My Mind Is Blown--Not Bird Related

WARNING! This blog entry is not for the squeamish. It is in no way bird related but is just a slice of my life...I can't believe I just used the word "slice". Be warned and keep reading at your own risk.

Those who know me well, know that I have neighbor issues. The house next to our apartment building is owned by a man who has a soft spot for those in the music industry and we get neighbors who like to show movies on the side of their house out 1am, play frisbee at 3am or just sit out and laugh and joke all night.

Last night at about 3am I heard sirens just outside our building and at about 4:30am I heard some talking and poked my head out the window. It wasn't the usual neighbors but a whole group behind our apartment building drinking and talking about EMT's coming down the stairs and CSI guys all over the place. I shouted down "Hey can you keep it down to a whisper!?"

"Sorry, dude, it's the beer." was the lame apology.

"I don't care, I just want to sleep!" and went back for another hour and a half of sleep.

When our alarm went off Ian and Margery were talking to "Waldo" a reporter from KSTP who is on about as regularly as I am. An odd assault had happened in the Uptown area of Minneapolis. Waldo reported that one to three people had been injured by a samurai sword in an apartment building on Lake and Lyndale. Non Birding Bill and I looked at each other--that's our block. I recalled the sirens and the strange conversations of the drunks behind our building. NBB asked, "What other apartment building is on our block besides ours?"

We turned on the news and sure enough, there was our apartment building--the scene of the samurai sword attack! I dropped an email to Ian and Margery telling them that was my building in the story. I walked out into the hall:

First, I find that crime scene taped has been used in our hallway. I walked to the front stairwell and WOW!

The trail of blood went from the third floor all the way out into the street. There was purple stuff splashed on the wall with the blood, which I can only assume must be from investigators trying to find prints. There were also wrappers and towels all over the third floor from crime scene investigators. I could see the KSTP news truck outside and said hello to Waldo--we later ended up on Ian and Margery. Margery commented that she loved how their guests connect under the oddest circumstances and how is it that I'm always in the thick of things?

NBB and I walked around as other neighbors were coming out of their apartments for work, not prepared for the bloody mess in the stairwell. We told them what we knew and then one of our neighbors came out who had witnessed some of it. It happened in the apartment above him. He heard a huge fight, he saw at least three injured people, two of whom took off. He called the police and when they arrived one of the injured who couldn't get away was taken to the Emergency Room. Body parts like fingers were bagged and walked out of the apartment. It was 7am at this point and our neighbor had a beer. He apologized but said it had been a rough morning. I now wonder if he was one of the drunks I yelled at around 4:30am?

According to news reports right now, the two other injured people showed up at the Emergency Room, with injuries consistent with a sword. I think they've been arrested.

Ian and Margery both wondered who the heck would have a samurai sword in their apartment...well, we do. They are very dull and probably couldn't slice chilled butter, but we've used them for shows. NBB wondered if his friends saw the story. "Great, Aaron and Dale are going to see that it's our building on the news and a samurai sword and think I've finally snapped."

We've lived here 8 years and it's always been a really nice building with great neighbors...except for the noisy bands next door. Now the stairwell smells like blood. What a way to start your work day. This just blows my mind. Perhaps it's time to move?

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Test

Okay, can I put in photos?Hmm, interesting product name. Because when you think of hot meats, you think of birds... Actually, the ladies at Cardinal Corner say this brand of sunflower hearts with hot pepper on them works well for keeping squirrels away. Note that I said, this brand--I know some of the earlier versions and brands of this did not work because they were chock full of milo but Cole's is supposed to be pretty darn good.

Ah, I can finally post photos--shorebird book review, here I come!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Name That Shorebird!

I took The Shorebird Guide out for a test drive. In honor of the review coming within the next few entries I offer this shorebird I took a picture of at 180th Street Marsh in Dakota County. Anyone care to try and id it?

Today's prize is a Vortex Lens Pens that can be used to clean binoculars, spotting scopes, glasses and camera lenses:





Wasps Out of Hummingbird and Oriole Feeders

I have a Showcase Minnesota appearance this morning and I'm talking about how to minimize wasps around your hummingbird and oriole feeders. They won't 100% keep wasps out of your yard or feeding area, but these tips can help reduce your wasp numbers. All of the wasp catchers that I have with me this morning are from Cardinal Corner.

I asked owners, Pam and Le which were their favorite hummingbird feeders they both chose different ones. Pam chose:

A feeder called the Best-1 Hummingbird Feeder--good name, huh! It's for sure in my top five, easy to fill and won't drip. It's fairly easy to clean but one that I think is even easier is:

Le's favorite the Mini Hummzinger. The whole top comes right off to allow easy cleaning of the whole feeder. It also has a built in ant moat to try and keep ants from getting to the rest of the nectar...although in the spring sometimes I fill it with mealworms or grape jelly for orioles.

Another reason I like both of these feeders is that neither of them have any yellow on them, and wasps appear to be more attracted to the color yellow. So, avoid having yellow on your nectar feeder if you can--even if the yellow is supposed to be a wasp guard (sometimes called a bee guard).

One thing you can do is to rub a small amount of vegetable oil or Vaseline around the openings of the nectar feeders making the area slippery and unattractive to the wasps. I had someone criticize me once for this advice that hummingbirds could get the oil on their feathers and die from exposure, but really the only way a hummer could get that one their feathers would be if you grabbed the hummingbird and rubbed it against the oiled openings.

Pam and Le also recommended putting this around the edge of jelly dishes to keep wasps from taking over grape jelly. Of course we all agreed that the best solution for wasps in grape jelly feeders is to just switch to feeding life mealworms.

In conjunction with the Vaseline and oil use a wasp catcher. It's a container that wasps can fly into but are unable to fly out of. Because they are attracted more by smell than hummingbirds, you fill this with a small amount of a heavier sugar solution than you would your hummingbird nectar. You can use equal parts water to equal parts sugar, Mountain Dew, Diet Pepsi, syrup, apple cider, etc all of these are heavier than sugar than the four parts water to one part sugar of hummingbird and oriole nectar.

Wasp catchers come in a variety of colors, yellow being popular because that is a color that attracts them, but it certainly isn't necessary. They can be plastic or glass (like the ones in the above photo). Hang these in the same general area as your nectar feeders.

Anyone else have any tips for keeping wasps away from hummingbird and oriole feeders?

Sunday, August 06, 2006

August In The Twin Cities

Every August the Twin Cities kind of realizes, "Crap! It's August, summer is almost over and we have to squeeze in as many festivals and fairs as we possibly can before winter is here!"

We have:
Minnesota Fringe Festival
Uptown Art Fair
Minnesota Game Fair (which I will be attending for the next two weekends)
Irish Fair Minnesota
Minnesota Renaissance Festival
Minnesota State Fair (which is incredibly huge here)
Minnesota Bluegrass & Old-Time Music Festival

Sheesh, I'm tired just looking at that list. I'm sure I'm missing some events, but these are ones that I'm aware of that we either participate in or I think, "Oh, this year, I'm gonna try and squeeze that one in." August is almost busier than the holiday season here.

The Uptown Art Fair happens a few blocks of where we live so we usually take a walk through the closed streets to see what artsy fartsy stuff is for sale. It appears more fartsy than artsy to me, but there were some interesting booths.

Here was an arty petting zoo at the fair and it so typifies our neighborhood. We're so PC we don't have real animals at our petting zoos for fear it's too cruel for them. We have very artistic fake animals for children to touch for the farm experience. Go Uptown!

Ah, if only Non Birding Bill and I had a yard to put in these large statues of disapproving rabbits. It think Cinnamon would like that. Another booth we really liked was George Raab's, he had some really cool raven etchings.

This wasn't part of an official art booth but is some guerrilla art that can be found around our neighborhood. This one is an actual tile with the chick hatching out of an egg that has been cemented low on one of the shops in Uptown. NBB and I get a huge kick out of finding these little gems in our neighborhood. There are quite a few rabbits with gas masks hidden on buildings too--not sure what they're about but they are cool looking.

WildBird on the Fly Contest

Amy at Wildbird on the Fly is having a contest on her blog. One of the prizes is Songbird Journeys, which I keep meaning to add a review of. It's a GREAT read and is well worth entering her contest. I know the contest is still going because I know her age and none of the answers in the comments section are correct. That's not too much of a hint is it?

Fringe Scandal?--Not Bird Related

One of the Fringe Festival bloggers, When You're Good To Momma had a very interesting note about Cinderella. Apparently, the company (DeLasalle Players) has written on their program that the best way to help them is to write a five star review on the Fringe website. Anyone who creates an identity on the Fringe site can write reviews about any show. But DeLasalle goes a step further by offering a "FIVE STAR POSITIVE FEEDBACK FORM" on the back of the program that audience members can fill out and the company will create a user profile for them on the Fringe website and enter their comments for them.

I feel a fogey moment coming on: Call me old school, but begging audience members for reviews is acceptable? (Insert old man voice here) Back in my day we put on the show and waited for the reviews. Those who gave good reviews were obviously brilliantly intelligent. Those who gave bad reviews obviously suffered from some debilitating mental disease and therefore should be pitied for not getting our high art.

Seriously, it's one thing to impress upon friends who see your show to register and write a review but to openly tell audience members to fill out a form and the theater troupe will write it for you? That's tackier than the leopard print skirt I loved to wear in high school.

It's too bad, because the show is supposed to be quite good and now they could get mired in this poor form of advertising. It's so tacky it makes me not want to see the show. Then again, the chances of me going to see a show about Cinderella was pretty slim to begin with.

Although, in the world of the Fringe getting absolutely no notice is worse than getting even the most horrendous reviews, so my talking about it in my blog does help advertise this show. So, in a way, I have been swept up in their clever marketing plan. (Insert diabolical music here).

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Because I Can't Stop Looking At This Bird

Photographer Larry Sirvio often comes to Carpenter banding and gets some great shots. He was there when the red-headed woodpecker arrived and got some great images. I just can't stop looking at this mesmerizing bird and Larry's photos really show the feather detail. He kindly gave permission to post his work in the blog.

Look at the texture of the feathers that Larry's camera captured. You can see that fine wispy hairy effect that the back feathers seem to have. There's something else I wonder about woodpeckers: How do woodpeckers with white bellies keep them so white when they are hopping up and down the sides of trees? I know birds preen and that keeps the feathers clean and in shape, but c'mon their bellies look better bleached than some of my white work shirts. I must know the secret of white feathers...same goes for ring-billed gulls. How does a bird that spends that much time in dumps and sewage areas stay so white?

Along with shots of the woodpecker, Larry sent me a photo of a bird we got in the nets on Friday that I haven't talked about. I don't think I've ever talked about this bird in the blog but it's quite common. It's a good candidate for a photo id contest. I think I will unleash it next week. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaa.

Thanks again for sharing your beautiful photos, Larry!

Complaint

Steve writes:

"Please inform Cinnamon that I disapprove of rabbits who eat my garden, no matter how cute they may be."

"Well, I don't approve of gardens being planted without any fore thought for bunny tolls."

Pete vs Pyle

And now, more fun from banding at Carpenter Nature Center on Friday. This time of year with odd molting patterns and juvenile/immature birds, some identification can be tricky. Some ids, with a little deduction, you can figure out pretty quick:

Check out this cardinal. It's mostly brown with lots of red patches--on the surface it shows characteristics of being both male and female. Is this bird a metrosexual? No! This is a male, hatched this summer and is now molting into his adult red plumage. When cardinals leave the nest, both males and females are brown. Half way through the summer, the males grow in all new feathers, ditching the brown and getting the red.

Check out how funky the face is. The feathers are brown like a female with hints of red. You can see the beginnings of the black that will surround his bill. And the bill itself is a whole hodge podge of colors. Young cardinals have black bills--that's one way you can tell a young cardinal from a female--adult cardinals have orange bills. This bill is definitely in transition from black to orange.

Here it is head on. Very psychedelic.

Here was another weird one. A female house finch with one pink feather on her breast. What was that about? I wondered if it was like female orioles. The older they get, the more they start to look like male orioles. However, clues on the bird said that it was a hatch year bird (hatched this spring) so I'm not sure why the one pink feather. Male house finches get their pink color from their diet--maybe this female has been eating like a male? Another mystery for another day.

And here we have a dreaded empidonax! Not the guy, but what is in his hand. That's Jim Fitzpatrick trying to figure out a small brown bird's identification. For people who don't know birds, there's a whole group of flycatchers called the empidonax flycatchers (willow flycatcher, alder flycatcher, etc) and they all pretty much look the same. In the spring when the birds are singing you have a chance to tell them apart by song. But in the fall when they are silent, it's not easy and empidonax flycatchers can bring the best birders to their knees in tears and frustration.

When you are banding birds, you use a very intense guide called the Identification Guide to North American Bird by Peter Pyle. It can tell you how to age and sex many species of birds by looking at subtle colors and feather shape and size. As we were trying to narrow the identification of the flycatcher in the above photo, we of course turned to Pyle. We were thinking it was between an alder flycatcher and a willow flycatcher.

Here is one equation offered by Pyle to determine the two--yes, that's what I wrote, an equation. Leave it to an ornithologist to use math to take all the fun out of birding:

"Formula I is (longest primary feather minus primary feather 6) minus (primary feather 5 minus primary feather 10), the latter value (p5 minus p10) being positive if p5 > p10 or negative if p10 > p5. The thin lines represent a buffer zone of 30% around the optimal equation (thick line on chart). Birds with measurements falling within the two thin lines should not be identified."

Yawn. Basically, this is saying to measure some of the flight feathers and an attached chart to determine if the bird is identifiable. It very well may not be identifiable at this time.

I brought the new Pete Dunne book Essential Field Guide Companion to see if there was any new insight to offer. There were a few hints but the end of the paragraph was tied up with this:

"But in the East, where Willow is more like Alder in all respects, the most helpful characteristic is often humility (on the part of the observer)."

Basically, you're just not going to know for sure. An excellent point, Pete, which garnered a knowing laugh from all the banders at the table.

Going back to Pyle we found this:

"Thus, successful identification of Alder and Willow flycatchers in the hand involves a synthesis of plumage characters, measurements, and wing morphology by age, sex, and geographic variation, and the use of a buffer zone in which birds should be left unidentified."

So, basically, Pyle is saying the same thing that Pete is saying. There are some things you can try, but some birds, you just aren't going to be able to identify.

The flycatcher in question was released without being banded. During the whole time, the flycatcher never struggled and sat patiently for the short time it was with us. If I were going to anthropomorphize (give human emotion to a bird's behavior) I would have said that it look resigned to not knowing quite what it was itself and could we please help it. We didn't want to keep the bird for an hour to try and guess the id and it's important to get the correct id to make sure the correct sized band is on the bird.

So take heart when you're having trouble figuring out a bird in the field. Some species are so complex, that they can't even be identified in the hand, six inches from your face.


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Minnesota Fringe Festival 2006 (not bird related)

Since there have been requests as to what Fringe Shows to watch, here is a list from Non Birding Bill. Above is not a photo of NBB's show, but we have photos of the Scrimshaw Brothers hosting the Fringe improve contest--always very funny and worth seeing.

Sharon asked me to send you a few suggestions for Fringe Shows. Since I have no idea what your tastes are, I'll pull a few off my list:

Watching Porn: Duh.

Birdchick note: The show is not as bad as it sounds, there is no nudity and is about a guy named Dave who “learns” about love from the women in adult movies, is it possible for him to have a relationship with real women without completely screwing it up?

The Unbearable Lightness of Being American The "must see" show on everyone's list this year.

In Hope of Claudia The other "must see" show. Kevin Kling is a hell of a storyteller.

1926 Pleasant The definitive Fringe show: set IN a new condo building (I mean, that's where you go for the show, not a theatre), it's a series of puzzles the audience has to solve.

The Rats in the Walls Tim Uren does some really amazing one man shows. This is an HP Lovecraft horror piece, performed at the Mill City Museum.

Cannibal! The Musical From the creators of South Park comes this sly musical about the last American convicted of cannibalism.

Sin Cities 7 A nightly storytelling event, with a different theme sin every night. Sadly, you missed lust.

Thanks for the Scabies, Jerkface I've been hearing nothing but good things about this.

Deviled Eggs Caught a preview of their show; very very funny.

This is just a list from NBB, you can go to the Fringe Website and browse shows and pick them based on title, or check out what the Fringe Bloggers have to say. Audience reviews as well as the mainstream press reviews are coming in, so you can use that as a guide. Remember, each show is only an hour, so you're not losing much time and some shows, even though bad or just not your taste can still leave you with a great story to tell. There a couple of shows already that are getting such nasty reviews that NBB and I will probably check them out, since we have such a love for bad movies.

And remember, come to Fringe for the Shows, stay for the Fringe Night Caps:

It's a great way to meet Twin Cities performers and out of town acts. Last night I met the out of town group doing Dirty Little Showtunes, they open on Tuesday. Friday was the only costume night so the rest of the time you can wear regular clothes.

And again, not something you will ever see at a bird festival.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Red-headed Woodpecker

Today was an exciting day of banding songbirds at Carpenter Nature Center. When I arrived, everyone was abuzz because a red-headed woodpecker had been spotted on the property and hopes were high of getting it into nets to band it.

We did get the woodpecker in the nets and we got more than we bargained for. This bird came with a mystery to puzzle over. First, just take a minute to enjoy such a pleasing combination of red, white and black. I remember when I was kid looking through my National Geographic Field Guide and seeing pictures and wondering how cool it must be to see a bird with a bright red head. Hm, this bird is actually named for what it looks like, unlike many other birds such as the red-bellied woodpecker. The early North American ornithologists must have been a little drunk or giddy on the day they voted on this name.

When the bird was actually in hand, you could see something was a bit off with the head. It had a bald patch. Could this be from mites? Could this be molting gone awry? What the heck was up with this bird?

This bird had been scalped! The whole top layer of skin was gone--even the feather follicles. No feathers have grown in this spot since the bird got the injury. Many red-headed woodpeckers get hit by cars but those types of injures are more internal. Jim Fitzpatrick, the head bander said from the look of the injury, this happened long ago, perhaps in the bird's first year. According to the Pyle book, wing measurements and plumage patterns put this bird at over four years of age.

This bird is a classic example of how tough and strong they are in the wild. We came up with several speculations as to what happened to this woodpecker. It could have been scalped by a raccoon trying to raid the nest when it was young. Maybe the injury is the result of a house sparrow trying to take over a nest cavity the red-head was in. House sparrows attack the back of the head of birds by piercing it with their large bill. A red-headed woodpecker is bigger than a bluebird, so that seems unlikely. Perhaps this woodpecker escaped being a meal of an accipiter like a sharp-shinned or Cooper's hawk? Who knows, but one thing is for sure, it has been surviving for years with this bald patch.

Red-headed woodpeckers are migratory, so this bird must go down to warmer southern states in winter. With a bald patch like that, this red-head would not be able to survive in the sub zero temperatures of a Minnesota winter. Birds are so much more resilient than we often give them credit for. Who knows what horrible attack or injury this bird survived years ago, but here it is today, thriving. Birds are more than capable of surviving what we might call a traumatic incident than some people give them credit for--which you would need to be in order to survive in the wild. This gives me hope for their future conservation.

Did you notice the feathers under the red? They're gray--only the tips are red. Funny, I always thought the red went all the way down the shaft on those head feathers. You can see it better in the close up of the injury. Also, note the hairy or shaggy appearance of the head and back feathers--fascinating feather texture. The primary wing feathers and tail feathers are quite stiff and such a contrast to the head, neck and back feathers. I know the tail is stiff to help prop the woodpecker upright on the sides of trees, but I wonder what purpose the shaggy feathers serve?

This is one tough woodpecker. The red-head was handled for an especially short time--for the good of the bird and also because it started to peck holes in one of the bander's hands. Yes, that is blood on the back of her hand. Oh, and note that really cool black band bordering the red head--what a cool looking bird!

Remember, songbird banding is held every Friday morning at Carpenter Nature Center and is free and open to the public. Banding generally takes place between the hours of 9am - 12pm.

Bill's Show

Non Birding Bill's Fringe Festival Show had a great opening last night. I had to stand in line to get tickets--and I'm married to the writer/director! Go NBB! I'm also so proud that his show got a Worth Considering from the St Paul Pioneer Press. It was fun to listen to the audience reaction, plays truly take on a life of their own at that point.

The Fringe is such a good time, it's so fun to connect with performers and writers at all the after hours get togethers. If you're in the Twin Cities, try to go Fringing this weekend.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

I and the Bird

The Current I and the Bird is up and running at Alis Volat Propiis.


Signs of Fall

Just got my first sign of fall:

Here's a starling getting its winter spots on its plumage. I also got a phone message from my mother telling me that she and my sister Terri are coming to Duluth in October. Hawk trapping here I come.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Can Of Worms

I just got my September/October issue of WildBird Magazine. While I was thumbing through it, the article by Kevin T. Karlson “Leaders of the Flock” caught my eye. It’s to “salute current and future leaders who will affect birding during the next 20 years.”

I know almost everyone mentioned in the article and agreed with the selections: Jeff Bouton—love ‘im, Mike Freiberg—love ‘im, Barry Lyon—love ‘im, etc. Then I noticed that there was only one female on the list, Jessie Barry ( a strong woman of birding well on her way in her birding career). Go, Jessie! Suddenly I found myself irritated. Why out of the 18 people selected was only one of them female? I then got irritated with myself for taking the time to count it out. Why does it matter so much to me how many males vs females are on the list? I'm certainly not anti-man, I love to surround myself with them as much as possible.

I met Karlson once and he is a nice guy and I don’t think this is a reflection of him purposely excluding women. He does clarify up front that he “couldn’t contact several deserving people and a few declined to be included”. Maybe female birders shy away from the high profile areas and prefer to remain unnoticed? Perhaps he’s just not exposed to many of the great women of birding?

I’m sure people from different points of view would point out other omissions to the list, for example: where are the African Americans? Asians? Latinos? That’s a good question for birding in general--why so white bread? And I'm certainly not saying that the people mentioned are not worthy to be on the list--they certainly are. I get even more frustrated with myself when I think of who I would add to the list, who would have to be taken off? Not easy because they are all great movers and shakers in the birding world.

The bottom line is that this article is one person's opinion and chances are no matter who came up with a list, questions would be asked about the reason for the selections. The article ends with a note that space prevented more people form being on the list and readers are welcome to write a short note (300 words—Amy is a stickler for brevity) and commend special leaders who have affected the national or regional birding communities. You can email submissions to wildbird@bowtieinc.com or snail mail to:

WildBird
PO Box 6050
Mission Viejo, CA 92690

Christmas in August

One of the things I love about being a birdchick is reviewing books. I just got a sweet package of books, including one I didn't even know was coming of Roger Tory Peterson's birding adventures. How can I be expected to get any work done this afternoon with this lovely pile of temptation resting upon my desk? Look how thick Pete Dunne is!

Happy Wet Brown Birds

After days of miserable heat, humidity and no rain in the Twin Cities, a break finally occurred yesterday. In the few days before, birds were quiet and looked uncomfortable with their wings drooping and panting, even when in the shade.

The last twenty-four hours brought loads of rain and loads of chirpy birds. It was practically a party of brown birds on my window ledge this morning with hoards of house finches, house sparrows and chickadees:

Usually the house finches chase off the house sparrows, but this morning both species were tolerant of each other and eating in harmony. What a nice alarm clock.

Sometimes I'll smudge some suet on the walls for chickadees and woodpeckers, this morning a young sparrow decided to give clinging a try. I started to tell the bird that it's not supposed to be able to do that, but when does it do any good to tell the young what they can't do?

For all those who don't care for house sparrows and think they're dangerous, rest assured with the above photo that the chickadees had their fill of the suet too.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Fischadler

So, what is that freaky lookin' bird in the x-ray?

A fischadler or as we know it in the United States: a young osprey! I was worried that since I got the email from Mark Martell, that the bird's id would be easy to figure out, but it was quite a challenge. Makes me rethink that warbler photo I just decided not to use for an id quiz...

So, congratulations to KatDoc.

This Guy Will Write A Song For You!

Billy Sugarfix will write a song for you and has a blog where he tries to post a song a day. Here's a song he wrote about the Satin Bower Bird. I wonder if the Swinging Orangutangs will ever cover this song?

Photo ID

Here is one heck of a photo! Mark Martell emailed me this photo from his friend Daniel Schmidt of a young raptor at the Berlin airport on its way to Spain (oh dear, now I have Daniel by Elton John in my head).

Can you identify the raptor in the airport screening system? First correct answer gets a free Vortex Harness for your binoculars or camera.
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