I have a young Blue Jay who comes to my Magnolia tree and chortles, asking for a peanut.
Then he flies down gets one and goes back into the tree to eat it. He then chortles again and flies off with the second peanut. That’s why I call him Peanuts. He also loves to swim.
I also have a frequently-visiting crow who loves peanuts as well.
Just under feeder in Bermuda Run (August 2015) (Click on photo to enlarge.)
My favorite bird is the Carolina wren and I have a lovely pair on my property. Today, as I was working on my new book, a Carolina wren flew into my study. (I had left the back door open and the little bird must have come in and then flown upstairs, because my study is on the second floor.)
I immediately closed the study door and opened the window, but the little wren flew into my adjacent bathroom. Then, I closed that door and caught her easily in my hands. What a thrill to hold her.
I quickly put her out the window and she flew off. I can see the pair safe outside now. I think that is it wonderful how curious and brave these little wrens are. And I think it it was very good luck for me to have this little bird come visit me. BTW, I have been writing non-stop for the past four months, and that’s why I have not posted on this site.
Three great days birding in Cape May. I particularly loved the Laughing gulls; they don’t call them “laughing” for nothing. They were everywhere and in breeding plumage.
More Laughing Gulls
A serious fellow, this Herring Gull
Red-winged blackbird landing
Black Skimmers being observed by a pair of Sandpipers
The mother lode rookery at Heislerville; it is so large that it will not fit in one frame. The Herons appear to occupy the bottom, the Cormorants the top, and the Egrets the middle.
Black-crowned night heron in bottom corner of rookery
Seaside Sparrow in the nearby marsh
Semipalmated sandpipers and Dowitchers
The large bird is an immature Great black backed gull
Yellow-crowned night heron
Glossy Ibis at the Cape May National Golf Course
The New Jersey Audubon hosted a bird walk in Central Park with Pete Dunne. I was only able to say a short time, but I saw great birds (above), met some really terrific birders, and even watched a fight.
So, I thought I saw an injured sparrow on the ground, but …
It wasn’t alone; it was a serious fight between two males over a female
Here’s what they were fighting over …
Here is a statue of Romeo and Juliet. We met at the Delacorte Theater, and that’s where the sparrows were nesting under the eaves. there were actually quite a number of nests.
This is Eric Stiles, President and CEO of NJ Audubon addressing the group.
Here is Pete Dunne and me
Pat Brentano, Jamie Koufman, Joe Grillo
Since Pale Male came to New York City as a youngster in 1991 — presumably born in 1990 — some people cannot believe that this is the very same bird 25 years later. It is, and the legend of Pale Male continues. The markings are the same; this is him on 5th Ave on a windy Saturday, April 4, 2015.
We should plan a 25th big birthday party for Pale Male this spring or summer! If interested, please contact me. And if you haven’t read Marie Winn’s book, Red Tails in Love, you should.