Thursday, July 12, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Posted by Bill of the Birds at 9:36 AM
On Monday morning, Julie was up with the dawn and heard a strange bird song coming from out in the meadow. Because she has a mind like a steel trap, she immediately recognized the singer as a sedge wren--a species we heard almost every day recently while birding in North Dakota.
This is a very rare visitor to our dry, ridgetop farm. We've had only one or two other records--both in fall.
She did what any avid bird watcher would do, she grabbed her binocs, camera, put on her Wellies, and woke me up.
"There's a SEDGE WREN singing in the meadow. I'm going to try to find it!"
Sure enough, as soon as I staggered out into the cool morning air, I heard the wren's staccato song from about 50 yards out the meadow path. I grabbed binocs and followed Julie's footprints in the dew out the upper meadow path toward the bird.
We soon found it singing from the base of a cherry sapling growing near an old snag we'd erected years ago as a bluebird perch. There's a little clump of cherry tree saplings in this spot surrounding the snag. The saplings are only growing there in the middle of our meadow because a bird (or several birds--maybe our bluebirds) ate some cherries and stopped on the snag. While there, the bird or birds pooped. The cherry stones, scarified by the bird's digestive tract, hit the soil ready to root and grow. The saplings, about three feet tall, are still present because I can't mow that close to the snag with the bush-hog and tractor.
What a happy coincidence that this is where the sedge wren chose to set up camp.
He sang and sang and even moved up to the topmost branch where the light was perfect for photography. Julie began snapping off frames with her digital camera. My camera was sitting in my camera bag, in two pieces, still packed away from our Maine trip.
"Go get your camera, B! the bird is REALLY cooperative!"
"It's all the way in the house, by the time I get back here, he'll be gone...."
"Don't be silly. GO GET YOUR CAMERA!"
So I sighed, and did.
And I'm glad Julie insisted.
The sedge wren stayed in the same area for the next hour. And as the light got better, we snapped a few hundred frames each, switching modes, settings, trying to get at least one good shot of this tiny bird.
I made some calls to birding friends but no one could make it out on such short notice. The wren sang in bursts for the rest of the day. The next morning he was gone.
Late summer and early autumn here on Indigo Hill are the birdiest time of year, better even than a May morning in many ways. There are lots more birds, their numbers swollen with birds of the year, and there are lots more surprises. Post-breeding wanderers, misguided fledglings (which we think our sedge wren was), and unpredictable visitors are the norm at this time of year.
It's a good time of year to get up early to listen and watch. You never know what's going to turn up.
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