If you want to go on a snipe hunt these days, I suggest heading out to the prairie potholes region of North Dakota where there's snipe aplenty. Stand by a marsh or slough in the morning and you're almost guaranteed to hear the woooo-woooo-woooo sound of winnowing snipe performing their courtship flights overhead. Snipe produce this sound by channeling the wind (as they fly) over specially adapted tail feathers. They often fly so high that you can hear but not see them performing. It's an eerie sound that confuses many a prairie sojourner.
This species was formerly called common snipe, but to separate the North American snipe from those pesky Eurasian snipe (snipes? snape?) ours is now known as the Wilson's snipe. The name Wilson is for Alexander Wilson, a Scottish ornithologist who discovered and named many North American birds during his time here between 1794 and 1813. He was a contemporary (and some would say, rival) of John James Audubon. Other birds named for Al Wilson include a plover, a warbler, a storm-petrel, and a phalarope.
But if you want to see Al W's snipe (and who wouldn't?) get thee to North Dakota, laddie.
Hey! It was neat to meet you in ND!
ReplyDeleteSnipe are great birds... I'd never heard that winowing they do before and was pretty confused by it the first time I heard it. I was looking everywhere for whatever it was that was making that sound - finally it occurred to me to look UP! Silly.
We have Wilson's snipe aplenty here, too. Except, at my house you have to look down. As in down the slope, to the marshy spots. Their sound is so interesting. We also have an owl that sounds exceedingly similar, except for the dopler effect that goes with the snipe.
ReplyDeleteFunny looking little bird! Never have seen one.
ReplyDeleteSTOP writing such wonderful posts about how great the Potholes and Prairies festival was! I am still totally bummed that I couldn't go, and every time I read about it, I am more jealous.
ReplyDeleteOK, that rant being over, keep up the great posts about ND, and I will hope to see you all there next year.
~Kathi
When my parents moved to Minnesota (from Chicago) in 1961, the 'locals' thought it would be a hoot to take them on a "snipe hunt." Small town weirdness--my Mom still talks about it occasionally (I don't think she saw the humor at that time!)
ReplyDeleteSnipe hunt.
ReplyDeleteMy brother once stuck me in a tree at night with a flashlight and a paper bag and told me to look for a small, gray furry animal...that would be the snipe.
What a dork.
He's not a birder......