Early this year, it seemed that fewer Northern harriers than usual were hunting in the fields of the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm. I’m happy to report that as fall is in full swing, the harriers are back and reliably on view most days. This morning, for example, one of the harriers was parked on aContinue reading “The Northern harriers are back where they belong: the Pole Farm”
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Eagles aplenty, and a visitor from the Arctic
My friend Jim and I crossed the Delaware River from Trenton this morning on a hunt for a rare visitor from the Arctic: a rough-legged hawk. Amazingly, we spotted the bird almost immediately, but the morning had much more in store for us. The rough-legged hawk had been reported the previous few days hunting aroundContinue reading “Eagles aplenty, and a visitor from the Arctic”
Some days, one bird is enough
It turned out that I aimed my camera at only one bird today, and it happened early in my walk at the Mercer Meadows Pole Farm. This Cooper’s hawk surprised me when I spotted it roughly 100 feet ahead of me. The sky was overcast and the sun was muted, but I was able toContinue reading “Some days, one bird is enough”
The charms of Trenton marsh
A morning appointment kept me from my usual swing through the Pole Farm, but I was able to get out to John A. Roebling Park and Trenton marsh this afternoon. I was rewarded with the usual assortment of ducks and geese. I was disappointed by not spotting any Northern shovelers, but I did see aContinue reading “The charms of Trenton marsh”
Can my Philadelpia Eagles cap help me find more birds?
It’s a bit of a joke, but when I’m out birding I often wear my Philadelphia Eagles cap with a vague notion in my head that it will bring out more birds, maybe even induce a bald eagle to fly by. A silly notion, yes, but I’ll seek any advantage I can to bring moreContinue reading “Can my Philadelpia Eagles cap help me find more birds?”
Courage or stupidity: mockingbird v. hawk
After taking a walk at the Reed Bryan Farm side of Mercer Meadows today, I was reminded of the time when my father and I played golf with two Jesuit priests from my high school. To my great surprise, one of the priests became greatly agitated at the other, who as I recall stepped intoContinue reading “Courage or stupidity: mockingbird v. hawk”