In yesterday’s post, I kvetched about warbler migration and the timing of spring. The images posted were the result of having lot’s of time to work with one bird. It isn’t always so. This is what East Coast birding is like. The way I learned birding was to hit one area at least once per week and listen. “What, listen?”, you may ask. Yes.
With the leaves on the trees birds do a lot of singing to announce their territorial rights and to keep in contact with family members. This time of year many are singing to attract a mate. You can familiarize yourself with the songs even if you cannot see them to identify what species it is singing by walking in one area at least once per week. If you do this, somewhere along the line you will see the bird and be able to link the song with the species. These days you can go on-line and listen to bird songs, a really cool innovation that we didn’t have back in the day.
But I’ve digressed and strayed from my own advice, “If you don’t write to good, don’t write too much.” Today, I’m showing you some of the “behind the scenes” shots. This first shot is one that I’m really jazzed about and that is why I am subjecting you it. It is the very first time that I’ve seen an Ovenbird.
No kidding. I’ve heard this bird all of my life and have never seen it, let along get a shot off. As a kid, I heard this bird in the wood lot behind my grandmothers house every summer. As a birder, I knew what it was and where to “find” them, but never-ever saw one. Hear 'em all the time, 'though.
This is typical Ovenbird habitat. To see one and actually squeeze off a shot is pretty cool.
This is a Tufted Titmouse that I saw on the same walk. He was just down in a stream taking a bath. Again I was in woods and lucky to get a shot. Sometimes I wonder why I take photos like this. It must be the old hunter instinct kicking in.
Building on yesterday’s theme of frustration, this is Mrs. Common Yellowthroat. They like the bushes and they don’t like standing still.
In another bush with a different set of challenges is Mr. Common Yellowthroat. They don’t take kindly to paparazzi. But this is how you see these birds. Once in a while they will pop out into the open, but then, that would take the challenge out of the game, wouldn’t it?