To search, in part, for birds like this little guy, a Hawaii Elepaio. Enjoy the cold weather, nerds!
photo: Birds of the World blog
To search, in part, for birds like this little guy, a Hawaii Elepaio. Enjoy the cold weather, nerds!
A crack team of legendary birders saw 136 species in the District of Columbia on May 6, 1989, and on May 6, 2015 I joined two friends to take a shot at the record.
I wrote about our attempt for National Parks Magazine (any day spent in DC necessarily means a lot of time spent on National Park Service land), and the article is now available online.
Did we break the record? Click here to find out.
Labels: bid day, birding, district of columbia, washington dc
I got up early on Monday morning and rushed down to Hains Point to try to re-find a Black Scoter that had been seen floating in the Potomac the evening before. I couldn't find it with my binoculars, but A.P. came with his scope and he found it almost immediately. Once I slapped my eyeballs onto that big yellow honker the Black Scoter passed from the wild realm and into my growing stable of Species Seen in DC, my 200th species, in fact.
200 is a big number in DC. No one on eBird has 300 yet, and according to a very good birder in the city I am the 35th person to hit 200. (eBird only has 20, not sure how he knew of the rest.) I'm in pretty good company with some of the best birders in DC. What's more, I'm now clearly ahead of one DC birder who has a big reputation but whose DC list was, in reality, crap: President Theodore Roosevelt.
26th President? Great. Father of American Conservation? Big whup. All that stuff was just distracting him from chasing rarities in his backyard.
Yeah, yeah, you're saying, but eBird didn't even exist for Theodore Roosevelt! Hush, now. We actually have a pretty good idea of which species Roosevelt saw in DC. In 1908, Lucy Maynard, working for Bird-Lore Magazine ("The Official Organ of the Audubon Societies"), asked President Roosevelt for a list of all the birds he'd seen in the District. He agreed, because he was an awesome dude, and sent Lucy a hand-written list of all the species he could remember.
How many species did Roosevelt see? 93. The Father of American Conservation only managed to see 93 species in DC. Amateur hour. I did a Big Day in the District back in May and broke 100.
Labels: in your face, theodore roosevelt, white house
The best and most popular birding spot in DC during spring and fall migration is Rock Creek Park. Sure, some birders will try to play the hipster card and say "oh yeah Rock Creek is played out I'll be at Battery Kemble or Fort Dupont or whatever" but that just means they'll be stuck in traffic when ceruleans are reported on the Ridge.
Rock Creek is great but not everyone knows how to do it right. Like, although the park is huge and there are (probably) a lot of great birding spots, the vast majority of us focus our attention on the Maintenance Yard and the Equitation Field. What the heck do those words mean, you ask? Let me show you.
Labels: birding, crude, dc, rock creek park, washington dc
I watched the Netflix series Bloodline last week and enjoyed it, for the most part. Very well acted by a stellar cast that includes Kyle Chandler, Linda Cardellini, and Ben Mendelsohn doing the creepy menace thing he perfected in Animal Kingdom. And, set and filmed in the Florida Keys, it's got atmosphere to spare, much like another recent noir, season 1 of True Detective.
But I said I liked it "for the most part." The part I didn't like, the part that ruined it for me the way it always ruins things for people like us, is the constant stream of incorrect bird songs in the soundtrack.
Look, I've said it again and again: because this stuff really isn't that hard to get right it pisses me off when it isn't, and it makes me wonder about all the other stuff the show is probably getting wrong. It would take 15 minutes on eBird and Xeno-Canto to get a full suite of geographically and seasonally correct bird sounds, but instead we're left to listen to a bunch of garbage.
It started with promise. Set primarily at a family-run inn on Islamorada, there are a lot of shots of broody people at night doing broody and/or suspicious things. In some of those early night scenes I started hearing a lot of Common Nighthawk peents in the background, including this one:
Labels: birds at large, bloodline, netflix
Todd Forsgren is the fantastic photographer whose vivid images of birds tangled in mist nets caused a bit of an internet stir a few years ago. I interviewed him about his images and his life birding in 2013.
At long last, Todd's mist net photos have been collected into a book called Ornithological Photographs, now out through Daylight publishing. I urge all forward-thinking birders out there, all the hip birders, to pick up a copy. You may not look at birds again the same way.
Labels: art, bird photography, todd forsgren