Bird Your Local Cemetery!

I have made this point before, but as migration really starts to get going, bird your local cemetery. The best birding will always be at a cemetery which has a pond, and a decent local bird population. Migrants are attracted to both the water, and the fact that birds are already present. The local birds are accustomed to people, both above and below ground! Generally, even though there are lots of spooks present, this will mean even migrants will spook less easily. In my case, I have been visiting Forest Hill Cemetery in Duluth’s Hunter’s Park neighborhood.

Because of the drought, the water level in each pond is much lower, which has created some mud flats that shorebirds absolutely love for feeding. A flock of five Lesser Yellowlegs, migrating through from Hudson’s Bay and the Arctic, was actively feeding yesterday morning at 7:30 am.

The treat of the morning was finding two Soras, one of which ventured way out of the reeds (unusual).

Finally, the locals were busy fishing. I always enjoy watching Belted Kingfishers, in this case a female.

Sunset Owlet

Let’s check your powers of observation! These two photographs were taken seconds apart yesterday evening shortly before sunset. There is a subtle difference. Same juvenile owl … near Lake Superior in Duluth. You may need to maximize the images. I will admit it took me a while to figure out the difference, but I knew w/o knowing why the photos were different!

It has been fun to find my family of owls again after 2+ weeks of zero sightings. Over the past 3 days I have seen the juvenile Great Horned Owls many times. I suspect the parents are feeding them less and less. Thus, the owlets need to start hunting more on their own. I have even surprised one of the juveniles on the ground right at sunrise yesterday morning.

Crows and Extreme Heat. Ugh!

Yesterday afternoon, I heard the crow attack from my desk. It was hot outside … 90F. Hard to believe in just a few months it will be -25F. Anyhow, I went hiking over to my favorite pine grove and found one of the owlets, now almost fully grown. The owl was having a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” (see Alexander). If the heat was not bad enough, the crows had found the poor bird and were pressing home their attack.

Great Horned Owl (juvenile) panting to beat the heat

For email subscribers, I forget to include the actual photographs of the Black-Backed Woodpeckers in my Greenwood Lake Forest Fire post. The images have been added to the online version. Sorry for the omission.