Outside My Window

This weekend I’m going to see this bird, an American avocet in breeding plumage, at the closest thing to birding heaven just outside Las Vegas.

Henderson Bird Preserve in Henderson, Nevada is a water treatment plant that’s beautifully laid out with natural vegetation, lots of water and good nesting habitat.  The City of Henderson intentionally made it a bird preserve 10 years ago.  It’s the third largest body of water in southern Nevada and the birds love it.  

Lots of birders visit it too.  That’s where I met Laurie Patterson who took this photo.  As we sat next to one of the ponds this avocet walked by us.  Yes, at the bird preserve they can come this close.

Almost all my Nevada life birds were found at Henderson.  The preserve is open 6:00am to 3:00pm so it’s best to come early.  After Henderson, I visit Red Rock Canyon or Corn Creek but the bird preserve is my first love.

There’s some mighty good birding in southern Nevada. 

Every year in April I attend the PBS Technology Conference in Las Vegas, Nevada.  To me it is slightly bizarre that a public broadcasting meeting is held in Las Vegas but it’s planned to coincide with the National Association of Broadcasters convention which is always held in Las Vegas in April. 

So here I am.  For several days we sit in the dark watching Powerpoint.  I must say that my favorite presentations are the HD TV segments from nature shows.  Even so, when I’m not in the meetings I just want to see birds.

There are plenty of birds at the Las Vegas Strip but most of them are “junk birds” so common and prolific that it just doesn’t make your heart go pitta-pat to see them.

The great-tailed grackles are the ones who stand out.  They are incredibly common and in spring they’re obnoxious.  This is part of courtship.  The males chase the females and each other.  They swagger down the sidewalk.  They perch on palm trees and buildings and call loudly (click here on the Listen link!)  They expand their throat feathers and tails and point their bills at the sky.  They have bill-pointing contests to see whose bill is tallest.  They are so … Las Vegas.

They are also expanding their range.  The photo above was taken by Chuck Tague in Belize.  He’s also seen them in Arizona and I hear you can find them in Iowa now. 

Maybe they’re following the casinos.  

I love white birds!  And I especially love big flocks of white birds, so I always try to visit Middle Creek in early March.  It’s the biggest migration spectacle in Pennsylvania.

Every year in the first two weeks of March, snow geese and tundra swans stop at Middle Creek Wildlife Management Area near Kleinfeltersville, PA on their way to the Arctic.  If the weather’s just right, up to 180,000 snow geese and 8,000 tundra swans will be at Middle Creek when you arrive.  It’s HUGE!

There is no way a picture can adequately capture the beauty of this spectacle.  The first thing that strikes you is the sound - a lake filled with white birds and the sound of a crowd.  When the snow geese take off all at once, the roar sounds like a cheering crowd in a packed stadium.  Their sight and sound and vibrant life fill the sky. 

Sometimes the snow geese settle on the lake again.  Sometimes they fly away in loose Vs that become wavy lines in the distance.  Either way it’s as if the sky is moving.  The snow geese are a total sensory experience.

The tundra swans are calming.  In the morning they stay on the lake much longer than the snow geese, preening and calling to each other with melodious “whoo-ing” sounds.  As each flock gets ready to leave, they swim in V formations, hum to each other and bob their heads.  At take off they call loudly and run on the water to become airborne, then immediately form lines and Vs as they gain altitude.  To me, everything the swans do is beautiful.

The best times to visit Middle Creek are the two hours at dawn and dusk.  I always arrive before dawn and walk to Willow Point because I don’t want to miss seeing the geese leave. 

The geese and swans aren’t the only attractions.  This past Sunday I lingered in the parking lot to put on my gloves when a short-eared owl flew past my car - back and forth - and then pounced in the weeds and came up with breakfast.  Wow!

After a couple of hours standing in the cold you too might want some breakfast.  I hear the Kleinfeltersville Hotel and Tavern has good food.  I like to stop at Mel’s Diner on Cumberland Street in Lebanon (Rt 422 West, nine miles away via Rt 897) because they have homemade raisin bread.  

For directions to Middle Creek click here.   Don’t miss the Visitors Center (open Feb 1 until Thanksgiving, Tuesday to Saturday 8am-4pm and Sunday noon-5pm) where you can see displays of the birds, get maps and information.  On busy weekends you can buy food at the Visitors Center, courtesy of local Boy Scouts or churches.

Both photos are by Joe Kosack, PA Game Commission.  The top photo is tundra swans taking off.  The lower photo is a flock of snow geese.

No birding trip to Central Florida is complete without a visit to Merritt Island, home of NASA’s Kennedy Space Center and thousands upon thousands of birds. 

Chuck, Joan and I visited it a week ago to look for Florida scrub jays, painted buntings and roseate spoonbills (spoonbills photo by Chuck Tague). 

Heavy rain moved in from the north so our trip was abbreviated but we managed to stop at Palm Hammock Trail, Haulover Canal, Black Point Drive and the Visitors’ Center before it poured.  We couldn’t find any painted buntings - hungry mosquitoes chased us away! -  but I loved seeing an adult peregrine falcon, American avocets and my favorite pink bird: roseate spoonbills.

Merritt Island is a magical place so we were dismayed to learn that all of this beauty may soon be gone, its fate decided in the next six months.

NASA is proposing two possible sites for a 200-acre commercial space launch area.  Both sites will have an impact on wildlife but Site 2 would close all the places we visited including the Visitors Center.  No more visits to Merritt Island!

Because of federal budget issues, NASA is worried their Florida operation will be eliminated so the commercial launch site is being touted as a typical jobs-versus-environment argument.  What is lost in this discussion are the jobs generated by the 500,000 to 750,000 visitors per year who come from all over the world to see Merritt Island’s wildlife.

Last week there were public meetings in Titusville and New Smyrna Beach where NASA laid out their plans.  NASA owns the land and can take it back at will.  Their schedule for doing so is here.

For more information about the project and its impacts, see http://environmental.ksc.nasa.gov/projects/ksc-cvlc.htm. 

You can influence NASA’s site decision by submitting your comments to the address below.  You can also help by spreading the news to others who love Merritt Island. 

Send comments to:

Mario Busacca, Environmental Program Office
Mail Code TA-C3
Kennedy Space Center, FL 32899
Telephone: 321-867-8456; FAX: 321-867-8040
E-mail: KSC-CVLC@nasa.gov 

In Central Florida there’s a member of the falcon family who looks and acts unlike any other North American falcon - and it has a very cool name:  the crested caracara. 

I had almost given up seeing one this year but on the last day of my trip Chuck and Joan Tague took me to Viera Wetlands, a water treatment plant west of Melbourne. 

In warm climates it’s become common to use man-made wetlands to treat sewage.  The artificial wetlands attract all kinds of birds and that attracts birders.  The birds are so easy to see, it knocks your eyes out. 

That’s what happened at Viera.  The three of us were gazing intently into some reeds, watching a least bittern, when Chuck turned around.  Standing on the road behind us was an immature crested caracara looking at us if to say, “Whatcha doing?”

Crested carcaras are classed in the falcon family but are in a separate subfamily called Polyborinae.  Unlike “true falcons” caracaras stand on the ground a lot, they don’t have pointy wings, they have extensive skin on their faces, and they are scavengers with eating habits more like vultures than peregrines.  In fact they watch for vultures and follow them to feed on carrion.

Our caracara watched us at close range for a while - yet another way in which he wasn’t like the other falcons - then he flew away and I lost track of him.  Best Bird of the trip!

I can’t say enough about the birding at sewage treatment wetlands.  If you get the chance to visit Central Florida, don’t miss Viera.  Two of my other favorite places are Wakodahatchee Wetlands (Delray Beach, Florida) and Henderson Bird Preserve (Henderson, Nevada). 

In the past six days I’ve been in Florida - looking at birds of course.

Every winter by the end of February I can’t take the relentless gray and ice in Pittsburgh so I visit my friends Chuck and Joan Tague who spend the winter near Daytona.  Birds and friends and warm weather are such a welcome break! 

We humans aren’t the only ones who escape to Florida.  There are a heck of a lot of birds there right now, the most noticable being the vultures. 

Florida has two species: turkey vultures and black vultures.

Turkey vultures are common in western Pennsylvania from March to November but they spend the winter in the south because they can’t eat frozen food.  Vultures eat rotting dead things, the more rotten the better.  Freezing weather preserves the meat - therefore no rotting - and vultures’ beaks are not strong enough to break apart tough substances, so they go south.

But if it’s possible to have favorites among such ugly birds, my favorites are the black vultures.  They are less shy than turkey vultures, they have timid-looking faces and they are rare in western Pennsylvania.  I suppose absence makes my heart grow fonder.  I don’t have to deal with them all the time.

Near Daytona there are two places where I’m guaranteed to see lots of black vultures:  Lake Woodruff National Wildlife Refuge and at my hotel’s parking lot.  This has nothing to do with the hotel and everything to do with the fast food restaurants nearby.  The black vultures roost overnight on cell towers and pines and coast down to the restaurant dumpsters in the morning.  Sweet and shy as they look, I don’t get too close because they projectile-vomit when scared and I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that!

At Lake Woodruff I can get a little closer.  The vultures sit in flocks on the dikes and as we approach they hop away, sometimes holding their wings open and skipping ahead of us.  They look so silly that I had to imitate them and Chuck snapped my picture. 

Yes, I look silly too.  Oh well.  You’re never too old to have fun.

Since I was already near Harrisburg for Christmas with my husband’s family, I took the opportunity last Wednesday to visit the lower Susquehanna River with Scott Gregg and his daughter Karena, two birding friends from Beaver Falls. Our goal was to see bald eagles.

Our main stop was Conowingo, a hydro-electric dam in Maryland and the last dam before Chesapeake Bay. The river was so high that the floodgates were open and sirens were wailing to warn boaters of the flood and turbulence. Spray rose from the dam’s waterfall and hundreds of gulls wheeled through the mist. Black vultures hunched on the dam and in nearby trees. Great-blue herons waited out the flood on a rocky downstream island.

We saw more than a dozen bald eagles but it was hard to count in the misty air. Some perched on the power towers, some circled above the electric lines. There were more immature eagles than adults. The immatures are mottled brown like a huge hawk without the white head and tail until their fourth or fifth year. Chuck Tague’s picture shows an adult eagle in Florida (that’s why the sky is blue!).

Bald eagles are in the genus of sea eagles. They always live near water and eat mostly fish. During the breeding season they claim a territory and keep other eagles away but in winter they congregate in large numbers where there is open water and lots of fish. The dams along the lower Susquehanna are just such a place.

Apparently the fishing was easy at Conowingo. With the river rushing through the floodgates, the fish were taking a beating. No wonder we saw so many gulls, black vultures … and bald eagles.

This morning I visited the National Aviary with my friend Karen Lang and brought home some pictures on my cell phone. The birds more than made up for the gray day outdoors.

Ever since I saw the flamingoes dance at the Aviary two winters ago, I have become fond of the place because:

• It’s a great place to see birds up close and personal - witness the lorikeet eating from my hand!
• The National Aviary rescues injured birds, studies endangered birds, and works for bird conservation. Two of their conservation projects include tracking golden eagles (see the December 6th blog) and management of the Pittsburgh urban peregrine program which they inherited from the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy this year.
• On a gray winter day, there are more interesting birds per square inch at the National Aviary than anywhere else in Pittsburgh.

Today the lories won me over. Three times a day, visitors can buy a cup of “lorie nectar” and go into the exhibit to offer it to the birds. The lories are familiar with this routine and will perch on your hand to lick the nectar from the cup. They have long tongues with black tips and they lick very fast. People often wonder if bird claws hurt. Well, the lories’ feet are gentle. They don’t hurt at all.

The most noticable thing about the lorie exhibit can be appreciated from a distance. The exhibit has a whole flock of lories in it and they are NOISY. Lories are social birds and love to shriek at each other at the tops of their lungs. Don’t expect to hear yourself think!

I was thrilled to have a lorie eating out of my hand. I definitely got my “bird fix” today.

If you like birds, I highly recommend a trip to the National Aviary. An added bonus is that admission is free from December 26 through 31. Click here for directions.