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Note: Inca Dove in Madera Canyon 11-3-2013
Song Sparrow 9-29-2011 Colchester, CT
A couple of days ago I mis-identified this bird as being a Lincoln’s Sparrow on my blog. I would like to correct myself. After reviewing some photos I have a Lincoln’s it became readily apparent to me that this was a Song Sparrow and not a Lincoln’s sparrow. So, how did I get the two mixed up? Well, song sparrows can have a wide variety of plumages. When I saw this bird in the bush, I noticed the buffy breast overlaid with dark streaking and the buffy auricular circle or stripe. These are characteristics of a Lincoln’s sparrow, but this bird is much too chunky for the Lincoln’s and the streaking far too dark and heavy. Below you can see a true Lincoln’s sparrow held by Bill Hilton, Jr. at the New River Birding and Nature Festival I attended in 2009.
Lincoln’s Sparrow 4-27-2009 West Virginia
We were Birding by Butt on this day and we started the day watching a demonstration of the birds being banded after being caught in the mist nest set up that morning. When Bill held up the bird he asked anyone who knew what it was to raise their hand. I was the only ne there who could identify it as Lincoln’s sparrows are very secretive. However, I had just recently seen one in my yard in Sycamore Canyon in Arizona, where I lived at the time. since I knew what bird it was, I was given the privilege of releasing the bird after it was banded. I was simply in heaven! You can see the photos and read more in the links below, but today I want to make the point that this is a tiny sparrow, very delicate, with a buffy eye-ring, buffy malar stripe, and buffy breast overlaid with fine dark streaks. By looking at these two photos you can see the obvious difference. It always pays to take a second look. I have corrected the identification on my first post and in eBird. I hope this post helps you in your quest to learn how to identify these challenging sparrows!
Sunrise in Sabino Canyon 3-6-07
Happy Easter!
I hope you enjoy this photo essay of pictures from my archives that make me think of springtime and Easter.
Tree Swallow at the Raymond Bog along the Airline Trail in CT 7-10-08
Butterfly on Palo Verde tree in Arizona 4-16-07
Male Northern Cardinal at the Bog 11-18-10
Merry Christmas
from Kathie’s Birds to all my friends, family and followers!
Thank you for sticking with me through this year of so many changes. I hope to see you all again next year as we share many more birding adventures!
It is cold, quiet and a bit windy when I park the car and follow the trail that leads down from the road towards the underpass of an old railroad grade, now turned into a hiking trail.
It is along this trail that I find the little forest birds as they move swiftly through the trees. I stop suddenly when I am surprised by a Ruby-crowned kinglet that has landed on a branch right in front of me. Before I can snap its picture it is gone and I am standing there, mouth agape. Good thing it isn’t springtime, or I’d be catching flies!
On the way I pass Steven’s Pond again where the geese, ducks, and swans eat and rest.
I pass through the cold stone tunnel and emerge in the forest beyond, where trails branch off in all directions and I find myself on the shores of Lake Cochichewick. I see a wooden signboard ahead with a small peaked roof like a house.
As I head for it I discover another type of sign in its rafters, the remains of a summer nest. I wonder what species of bird lived here and I wonder even more if the chicks survived.
The sign below has a map of this place and I learn it is called Weir Hill. I see hiking trails all over, just waiting to be explored. My feet are itching to go, and I briefly consider it, but I am unprepared for a hike today. I do not have water with me, or even the proper clothing. I am fighting off a cough, and so I turn reluctantly back with dreams of other days and future hikes.
The path between the ponds leads me back to my car as I pass a quiet and reflective pool.
I am feeling quiet and reflective also as I think about my new life here and all that has happened, and all that is going on.
I am distracted from my thoughts when an Eastern Blue Jay lands on a branch before me and digs at the wound in the bark. It sends chips flying like a woodpecker until it sees me, then it ceases its barrage and leaps to the branch below, watching.
I walk past a tangle of roots gripping the ground tightly like a giant hand…
…while the Blue Jay regards me warily, unsure of my intent. Then hopping to a higher perch in the tangle, it does what jays do best, and sends its warning call over the forest, breaking the stillness with its voice.