Pole Farm – The Jersey Birder

Has the summer slowdown begun at the Pole Farm?

An orchard oriole calls from tall green plants. Its head iand wings are black, its breast a deep shade of orange, and its beak is mostly black on top and silver on the bottom.

Spring migration is over, and most birds have settled into where they’ll spend the summer. I crossed paths with a birding friend yesterday, and we both noted that opportunities to see and photograph birds at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm seem as if they are starting to slow. On Wednesday, for example, I shot photosContinue reading “Has the summer slowdown begun at the Pole Farm?”

Ovenbirds: loud and lovely warblers

An ovenbird leans forward on a horizontal tree branch. Green leaves are behind and above the bird, which has streaks of brown on its white breast and a white eye ring.

The loud, insistent call of the ovenbird is a daily experience in the woods at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm, but it’s rare that I get to see one. Today, I spotted two. I took an unusual route. I headed up the central trail from the Cold Soil Road parking lot, turned right to theContinue reading “Ovenbirds: loud and lovely warblers”

Capturing a wood thrush in two media

The mellifluent songs of wood thrushes fill the woods where I walk at the Mercer Meadows this time of the year, but it’s a rare day when I am able to spot one. My luck changed Sunday morning. I began my walk from the parking lot at the Reed-Bryan Farm side of the park andContinue reading “Capturing a wood thrush in two media”

A blue grosbeak, full frame

Blue grosbeak perched on a stalk surrounded with green -- leaves to the right, grasses behind. The bird is blue with a silver beak. It has two rust-colored bars on its black wing.

I have no data to prove it, but when it comes to getting photos of the most colorful birds on my outings, I usually hear them before I see them. That’s true for cardinals, blue jays, Northern yellow warblers, indigo buntings, and blue grosbeaks. At the Pole Farm this morning, I heard several indigo buntingsContinue reading “A blue grosbeak, full frame”

Which way to go? Follow the rare bird

A common gallinule -- dark body and head, red and yellow bill -- wades along the edge of a log in a swamp near a tree trunk.

A week had passed since I last went birding, and I was determined to get out before work this morning. But which way to go? At first I thought I’d go to my go-to place, the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm. But birders had spotted a common gallinule — rare in these parts — the pastContinue reading “Which way to go? Follow the rare bird”

Warbler weekend has been a blast

Spring migration probably reached its peak this weekend, and I spent a good deal of time in the field to experience it. The highlight was Saturday, when my friend Jim and I went to the Ted Stiles Preserve on Baldpate Mountain, hard by the Delaware River at Titusville, New Jersey. Although I’d hiked Baldpate aContinue reading “Warbler weekend has been a blast”

What a day to forget my binoculars!

Cape May warbler perched among green tree leaves. The bird is mostly yellow with brown streaking and an orange spot ringing its eye, mostly below.

When I got to the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm this morning, I realized that I’d left my binoculars at home. Oops. It wasn’t worth the drive to fetch them, so I set out on the trails with only my camera. In the end, it was a minor inconvenience on what turned out to be aContinue reading “What a day to forget my binoculars!”

Things are looking up in birding

Flying left to right against a bright blue sky with a few small clouds, a red-winged blackbird chases a red-tailed hawk.

With migration underway, we birders spend a lot of time looking up to spot warblers high up in trees. On two outings this week, I’ve seen few warblers but have spent a lot of time craning my neck. I looked up at the Pole Farm on Wednesday to see a red-winged blackbird chasing a red-tailedContinue reading “Things are looking up in birding”

The cool, clear call of the Baltimore oriole

It’s hard to pick a favorite song or call of the birds I encounter in my part of the world, but unquestionably the sweet, clear song of the Baltimore oriole is among my favorites. I heard one for the first time this spring at the Pole Farm on Tuesday and heard another this morning atContinue reading “The cool, clear call of the Baltimore oriole”

Old friends return during Spring migration

A male common yellowthroat sings out from a small branch on a small tree with green leaves budding out.

I haven’t had much of a chance to go birding the last two weeks, but I made up for lost time this morning at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm. As I stepped out of my car, I heard a symphony of song sparrows and common yellowthroats, with red-winged blackbirds singing raspy counterpoint. The yellowthroats returnedContinue reading “Old friends return during Spring migration”