Showing posts with label Anchorage Trail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anchorage Trail. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

How to Choose a Birding Spot

Blue-gray Gnatcatcher
It has rained for the last two days, so we stayed home for the most part. And each day, other birders post on FaceBook or the email list about the rare birds they have seen that day. When we try to plan what to do the next morning, we have to consider where to go and what we might see there, along with the weather forecast. A Connecticut Warbler is still hanging around at Cherokee Park, but we missed it the last time we went there. Good reports are coming in from Jacobsen Lake in Lexington, and I'm tempted to give it a try.
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher
This morning we decided to head a short distance to Anchorage Park. We are familiar with it, and both wore our mud boots, knowing that wet spots would be abundant after the recent rain. After chatting with two of our bird club friends, we tactfully walked on our own, forging into the low marshy area by a creek. Yes, it was full of water, but we were prepared. We got a good look at several Blue-gray Gnatcatchers, a small active bird with a white eyering. As it hops from branch to branch, this steely blue-gray bird flicks its white-edged tail from side to side, scaring up insects and chasing after them. I've heard folks guess that it's a baby Mockingbird.
Blackberry bushes
Grandiflora Rose - invasive
Yellow Flag - invasive
White-tailed Deer
The Anchorage Trail is used by dog-walkers, exercisers, kids with bikes and birders. It was established, oh, I don't remember, maybe 10 years ago, by a generous donation from the U of L basketball coach who lived nearby at the time. It has a nice paved walkway, fancy stone bridges and goes along Willow Lake. In the beginning, it was planted with Kentucky native plants in grasslands next to the woods. However, over the years, invasives have taken over. Bradford pears, grandiflora rose, and even yellow flag (an iris) have spread all over. I grumble about it, but we walk there anyway. This morning, the mower made it hard to hear the birds. I know, he needs to mow, and doesn't know that we will be there. It's nothing personal.
Pileated Woodpecker
Pileated Woodpecker
 We mentioned to our friends that we hadn't seen a Pileated Woodpecker yet this year, and a few minutes later they found one up in a sycamore tree. They are the largest woodpecker in Kentucky, and peck out rectangular shaped holes. Remember Woody Woodpecker? It was modeled on this bird. The biggest thing about it is how to pronounce the name. Some birders say "Pie-lee-ated" while others pronounce it "Pill-e-ated." I used the second pronunciation since that's how my mother-in-law always said it! We walked on down the trail humming "You say to-ma-to and I'll say to-mah-to." But we sang softly and listened to the Barred Owl hooting in the woods.
Great Blue Heron
The lake can have half a dozen different kinds of ducks, but not today. We saw a family of Mallards with six teenagers, almost as big as their mother. Two Great Egrets flew overhead, along with lots of swallows snatching bugs out of the air. Finally, a Great Blue Heron coasted in for a landing on the other side.
Baltimore Oriole
Baltimore Orioles are beautiful birds, especially when the sun hits their bright orange breast. They all sing different songs, and you just have to remember the tone of their whistle. 
Cedar Waxwings
 Cedar Waxwings are on the move. We saw 6 or 8 of them perched in a tree top. Through the binoculars they looked yellow, but were too big to be Gold Finches. Then we noticed the crest on their heads. They are unusual looking birds, who like to hang around together eating berries. If ever in doubt, remember to look for the tip of their tails that look like they have been dipped in yellow paint! 

Total bird count on eBird today: 42! I don't think we've had that many on one walk in one location before. Total species count for the month of May: 102!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Walk While the Sun Shines

Gadwall male
In the winter, I just lose all interest in going outside on a cloudy, gloomy day. "Gloomy" is the key word. Go out for a walk when the sun is gone and the wind blows down my neck no matter how tightly a scarf is wrapped? No thanks. I'll just sit in my lounge chair wrapped in my favorite fuzzy blanket, reading a book or watching old movies. Of course, that also leads to excessive snacking, but that's what winter is about, right?
Mallards in head bobbing - courtship behavior
But the sun has been out this week, and the temps are up in the 40's and 50's - very pleasant weather for January - so I actually went for a walk along the Anchorage Trail this morning. It is paved, and I won't end up tracking a lot of mud home with me. All the little winter birds sang as they darted around unseen by me. It's always good practice to recognize them by sound alone. The ice on the lake was partially melted inviting several Gadwalls and a pair of Mallards to swim around. The Mallards were head bobbing at each other, then the male climbed on top of the female. Seems a little early for such behavior to me, but they know what they are doing. A pair of Kingfishers called to each other from the other side of the lake.
A flock of, say, 30 or so Canada Geese squabbled at each other while grazing in the nearby soybean field, then flew back to the lake. Some landed on the water with a splash, while others landed on the ice instead. All stood on the edge of the ice for a drink of cold water before hopping in for a little swim.
Hornet Nest
One tree had two hornet nests, with all the hornets safely inside, I hope. Don't they look like big skulls? In colder climes (according to National Geographic), hornet nests are abandoned in winter and only new, young queens (and their eggs) survive the season by finding protected areas under tree bark or even inside human dwellings. In the spring, such a queen will begin a new nest, and soon her young will become workers and take over the chores of the new hive—leaving the queen to tend to reproduction. She will produce more workers to expand the hive and then, before she dies, yield a breeding generation of new queens and males (drones) to restart the cycle of life.
Red-shouldered Hawk keeping warm
 As I headed back towards the car, I heard the repeated call of a Red-shouldered Hawk. I know they live around the trail, it's perfect habitat and I've seen them before. But lots of Blue Jays were out and about today, and they always mimic this hawk and I always fall for it. OK, let's walk in that direction and see if it really is a hawk or not. Yeah! There she sits on one foot, with the other curled up under her fluffed out feathers, trying to stay warm while keeping an eye below for something to eat.
Isn't she beautiful? Yes, indeed, I like taking walks when the sun shines!