The Jersey Birder

A hermit thrush tests my ID skills

As my fifth year of regular birding is underway, my skill at identifying birds has vastly improved. But I still often encounter birds that puzzle me and defy easy identification.

Case in point: this morning at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm, I headed left off the trail from the parking lot, down the alley of trees where I spent the majority of time on my early walks before I gained a broader knowledge of the park. I was a good ways down the trail when I spotted a bird in the trees to my right.

Tufted titmouse? Maybe. A not-fully-developed-in-color Eastern bluebird? Well, I suppose it could be. The bird would settle for a few seconds on one branch, then, as I walked quietly closer, move on to the next tree or the one after it, settling in back where I had to strain through the branches to see it.

After a minute or two, the bird stopped long enough for me to get into position and squeeze off a few shots. I had not bothered with my binoculars other than an initial look, when I saw striping or spotting on the sides of the bird’s white breast.

Some sort of thrush? Could be, but I wasn’t going to rely on my two eyes and bins alone. I needed a photograph. After blasting off a few frames, I was confident I had a couple of decent shots that would help me definitively ID the bird when I got home.

Sure enough, the photos were sharp and clear enough to show the bird’s slender beak and obvious eye rings. Nailed it: hermit thrush.

As I have an affinity for small creatures, I do love the hermit thrush, a cutie for sure. I’m grateful to have encountered this one.

Hermit thrush on a tree branch. — Hermit thrush at the Pole Farm.

Cold breeze, nice light and good birding

We woke up to clear skies and brilliant sunshine this morning, which turned out to be nice conditions for an outing at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm. The highlight was getting to see a male Northern harrier twice swooping along the tree line up the central path, once from a distance and once close enough to get a couple of fair photos.

While the females like the one topping this post are abundant, the males live up to their “gray ghost” nickname. Only a few times a year do I have the privilege of seeing one, and I’ve seen them relatively close only a few times.

Male Northern harrier flying above treetops. — The “gray ghost” soaring past me.

Also today, I hit the sparrow trifecta: song sparrows followed by savannah sparrows and, eventually, American tree sparrows. I expected to see the songs and the savannahs, but the tree sparrows are scarcer and an extra treat whenever I encounter them.

Song sparrow, or is it a savannah? No yellow by the beak, so I’ll say song.

Savannah sparrow, with the light wash of yellow by the eye. Breast streaking looks right, too.

No doubt about this American tree sparrow, with its bicolored beak.

Birds in the snow: an increasingly rare treat

We had two snowfalls this week, on Tuesday and overnight into this morning. Because the snow has been so scarce the past few winters, I made sure to get outside with my camera in hopes of getting some nice shots of birds in the elements.

I didn’t get a great shot but I didn’t get shut out, either.

Three inches or so greeted us Tuesday morning. I made a short visit to the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm, but the footing was treacherous and I turned back to the car after a short walk, not having snapped a single frame. I went to Plan B, shooting for a few minutes from inside the house at the feeders out back.

white-throated sparrow eating seed at feeder. — This white-throated sparrow, one of the few I’ve seen at our backyard feeders this winter, paid a nice visit and managed to find a spot amid the house sparrows.

Tuesday’s snow was mostly gone when it began snowing again early this morning. This time, I was more sure of my footing when I got to the Pole Farm.

The first bird I saw was a red-shouldered hawk that often is perched near the Cold Soil Road parking lot. Today, it was up in one of the first trees one passes when leaving the lot, and I was pleased to get a feather-friendly view through the lens.

Red-shouldered hawk in tree. — Red-shouldered hawk, a Pole Farm regular.

While overall I saw only a few birds, six female harriers were out in one of the main fields (one tops this post), and I caught a few Eastern bluebirds along the Lawrence-Hopewell Trail as I returned to my car.

Eastern bluebird on small tree, with snow falling. — With flurries falling, this Eastern bluebird paused atop a spindly tree.

When I returned home, there was a lot of action at the feeders on our front lawn, including the house sparrow and the dark-eyed junco in the gallery below.

In the afternoon, I drove over to Mercer County Park in a vain effort to find bald eagles. The only birds I saw were a great blue heron that flew over the lake, and the ring-billed gull standing on a pier with just a small amount of snow nearby.

I didn’t get the “wow” bird-in-the-snow photo I’d hoped for either day, but the snow was a welcome change in environment, a nice counterbalance to the controlled burn at Mercer Meadows last week. Even better: enough snow melted quickly that I had only minimal shoveling to do.

And speaking of shoveling, I’m hoping to see some Northern shovelers next weekend!

Female house sparrow on snowy branch. — House sparrow

Dark-eyed junco at feeder. — House sparrow

After the fire, the birds return

To keep out those pesky invasive vegetation species, the Mercer County Parks system does a controlled burn early each year at Mercer Meadows. Last week, conditions were right, and several of the meadows were put to the torch.

I visited the Pole Farm yesterday and adjoining Reed Bryan Farm today to check out conditions. Portions of some of the big meadows had been scorched and some were spared, reminiscent of the way farmers rotate their crops.

While a charred scent was in the air yesterday (not so much today), I was pleased to hear and see plenty of birds, albeit on the slower side of an average February day.

The Northern harriers were still swooping over the fields in search of voles, and bluebirds and song sparrows were flitting about. I got one surprise — a trio of Eastern meadowlarks were foraging in a burned out section of one of the central fields. One of them is shown in the photo at the top of this post.

In olden days, wildfires that renewed Mercer Meadows and other sections of New Jersey did their work on a natural pace. Nowadays, the rangers and firefighters do the job, and it’s always nice to see how quickly the birds and grasses recover. The meadows will be verdant again in a few weeks.

View of one of the scorched fields from the Lawrence-Hopewell Trail cutting through the Pole Farm.

Sitting on a park bench, eyeing bald eagles with photo intent

Some outings are long walks, and others are short, each with their own charms. Today, I had a typical walk at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm in the morning. In the afternoon, I headed over to Mercer County Park in hopes of sighting and shooting photos of a few eagles.

It was a short walk from the marina parking lot to the viewing area by a gazebo on a finger of land that juts into the lake. I saw two mature bald eagles soaring overhead as I approached the gazebo. I got off a few quick shots before the birds headed off to the distance.

I parked myself on a bench, and a short while later another pair of eagles appeared almost directly overhead. I was able to shoot up at them as they soared overhead.

The sun was out in full, and I managed to get an a few decent shots, all of which needed to be cropped because the birds were far away. I’m not complaining. Any sighting of a bald eagle is cause for celebration. Any photos I can get are gravy.

Bald eagle soaring behind and below a portion of an American flag. — This was one of the first eagles I spotted, and it came the closest to me of any of them.

Are the birds hinting at spring?

As the dreary days of winter drag on, I’m ever on alert for early signs of spring. Maybe the imminent arrival of Groundhog Day is stoking my curiosity, but I know for sure that certain bird behavior hints that hope springs vernal!

As I stepped out of the house yesterday morning, I heard a cardinal singing somewhere down our street. Although cardinals are a near daily sight in our yard, it had been a long while since I’d heard one singing.

When I got out to the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm, I spotted sparrows on the ground and in the trees as usual, but I noticed a few savannah sparrows perched on tall grasses and spindly tree branches, as in the top photo. To me, that perching is an early hint of spring.

An even surer sign came toward the end of my walk when, having caught up with my friend Andy on the trail, we spotted a pair of Eastern bluebirds poking in and out of a bird box. While bluebirds stick around most of the year, it’s rare to spot them flitting about a bird box in the dead of winter.

The seeming nesting activity we saw yesterday gives me hope that the songbirds will soon again be singing lustily to ring in spring.

A pair of Eastern. bluebirds check out a nesting box. Any idea what that greenish blob on the roof is?

A long look at a short-eared owl

In my few short years of being a serious birder, owl sightings have been few. I’ve seen short-eared owls flying around sunset a few times and I’ve snatched partial glimpses at long-eared owls tucked deep into the trees.

But last Saturday morning I received an unexpected treat at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm. A short-eared owl was perched up in the lone, big tree in the center of one of the main fields, and the bird could be clearly seen even without binoculars.

Landscape at Pole Farm, with snow, tall grasses and lone, bare tree. — You can just make out the form of the owl on the left side of the tree.

The bird, I learned later, stayed up in the tree for several hours, preferring that sunny perch to something low down on the snowy ground. I blasted off several dozen shots on a few camera settings, and I shot from a couple of locations to minimize the chances of small branches obscuring the owl.

Although I didn’t get a straight-on shot showing both or the bird’s beautiful orange eyes in full, I’m satisfied and grateful for the looks I got.

Short-eared owl perched on tree branch. — Best of the lot, and almost a full view of both eyes.

Catching common mergansers in flight

It’s mid-January, and as in much of the country, we are more often than not waking to leaden gray skies in my part of New Jersey. But Saturday dawned gloriously sunny, and I headed out with my camera anticipating excellent shooting conditions.

I stopped first at Audubon’s Plainsboro Preserve, hoping there’d be a variety of ducks on the lake that’s the centerpiece of the park. There were plenty of Canada geese, but not a duck was in sight.

I turned back toward home and stopped in Princeton at the Millstone River Impoundment, where the Delaware and Raritan canal intersects with Carnegie Lake. Bird and photo prospects were better.

Shortly after getting out of my car, I spotted two bald eagles circling over Carnegie Lake. A third eagle showed up a bit later, and I managed a few fair shots of it.

With an airliner flying the background, a bald eagle soars over Carnegie Lake.

What I initially thought was a handful of common mergansers on the lake turned out to be several dozen. As I stood on the shore hoping for eagle fly-bys, merganers started heading my way.

I blasted off several shots over a span of about 10 minutes. The best of the lot, of a female zipping past me, tops this post. I’m pleased with it, one of the sharpest I’ve taken of a bird in flight. A shot of three males is at bottom.

I leave it to your imagination as to whether the female was chasing or eluding the males.

What part of ‘stay on the trails’ don’t you understand?

The Mercer County Parks staff has put up fences at the Pole Farm to remind people to stay on the trails and not to wander off into the woods where long-eared owls have been roosting. I applaud the move.

I was walking up the central trail in shoe-sucking mud this morning when up at the tree line I spotted what appeared to be black boxes. As I approached, I realized what I was seeing were steel barrier fences on each side of the path, a longer group to my left and a smaller group to my right. I also could see a new trail camera, probably motion triggered, back in the evergreens where long-eared owls had been spotted in previous weeks.

Are those owls still there? Maybe. If the rangers are out patrolling for trail scofflaws, as an electronic sign alerts you as you at the juncture of a couple of the park’s main trails, that must mean that enough knuckleheads have tramped off trail and likely have spooked the owls.

I have only seen glimpses of those owls, and each time it was through binoculars from a respectful distance with other birders and photographers. After the fist couple of times I encountered others at the spot, I noticed that the grasses in front of the tree line had been trampled, presumably by owl prowlers who think the rules don’t apply to them.

This is not the first time park personnel have intervened to protect owls. A couple of years back, the staff put up steel barriers to block sections of trees at the old AT&T Building One oval, not far from where the new fences were put in place. People back then were wandering among those evergreens, from what I’ve heard, going right up to the owls to ogle and photograph them.

That boorish behavior has no place at the Pole Farm or anywhere else. We are in effect guests of the wildlife we observe in nature and we need to mind our manners.

The shot that got away

With another wet, wind-driven storm bearing down on the East Coast, I thought I’d better get out for a bit of birding yesterday morning, as I likely wouldn’t have a chance today. I made only a short visit to the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm, where once again I spotted a female Northern harrier perched atop a bird box near the edge of one of the main trails.

I’ve dubbed this bird Henrietta. I’ve snapped her portrait several times over the past few weeks. Yesterday, after I’d taken a few photos of her and was ready to move on, she surprised me by taking off and flying almost directly overhead.

I rushed to pull my camera up and focus, but my Canon wouldn’t fire. I got an error message and a recommendation to restart, which I did quickly. By then Henrietta was flying east and out of range, and I was disappointed to have missed a chance for a close-in photo of her in flight.

The birding gods took pity on me, however, and sent a Carolina wren to perch in a tree I approached on my way back to the parking lot. I hear Carolina wrens near home most mornings, and I hear them singing virtually every time I visit the Pole Farm. But I could not recall getting a photo of one at Mercer Meadows, at least not in a long time.

This bird was unusually cooperative, perching on a branch and hopping over to another close by, giving me a couple of opportunities to take its picture. So it gets the billboard treatment atop this post.

I drafted this post early yesterday evening, just as the storm came howling in. Our power dipped six or seven times, knocking our WiFi offline. That’s why I’m posting today.

Thank you, little wren, for bringing good cheer. And Henrietta, I’ll see you after the skies calm down.