I, the great Bludini, will now perform dazzling feats of magic. I will attempt the most amazing bird trick there is. I will pull 3 male Bluebirds out of thin air and put them atop metal stakes. Does it not cause you to shiver and shake? You may want to cover your children’s eyes.
See, there is nothing up my sleeve, er wings.
Eeeny, Meeny, Chili Beeny, Alla Kazam!
TA DA!!! I will be passing the hat around shortly.
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I love Bluebirds anytime of the year; they are truly a draft of beauty in the hard cold of February. The magic they bring is one of joy and delight.
All Hail the King! Well, I guess it’s more of a Prince at this point.
Once in a while the birding gods smile on me. Late last night I saw that a juvenile King Eider had been spotted Sunday afternoon at the pier in Piermont, NY. It was not verified and reported on the ListServ until yesterday. Since I am on vacation, I decided to see if it was still hanging around today. Unfortunately it was also pouring rain today, so I wasn’t sure if it was worth the trip. But the pier is not that far, so off I drove windshield wipers slapping.
When I arrived, the parking lot by the ball field was empty, not a good sign. But I drove out onto the pier anyway just to see for myself. There were rafts of Ruddy Ducks and large flotillas of Buffleheads. I saw a Song Sparrow, 3 Chipping Sparrows and a Mockingbird. There were loads of Ring-billed Gulls. But No Eider. Or anything that looked like an Eider. Or even anything big and brown.
Disappointed, I stood alone at the end of the pier in the pouring rain glassing the open water. I saw a Great Cormorant wing past. Watching it; I saw a large brown duck pop up in my field of view. And low and behold, voila, one juvenile King Eider. It was still there. But there were no other birders. Yes, it was teeming, but I have often birded in the rain. True, the pictures are not great, but I do have some.
With the holiday coming up, I image the pier will be packed with birders in the next several days. It was nice to have quality time with the King.
To see what this guy will grow up to look like, visit Picusblog he has a shot of an adult taken in Massachusetts.
“Hey, what you lookin’ at?”
There is something endering about California Quail. I am not sure if it is the fact that they are everywhere along the sides of the road or their plumpness, or their great family life or that little top feather. I also love that one of them stand sentinel while the others feed. The first time I saw one I was in Marin County, California driving up to Muir Woods. I immediately thought of the Warner Brother’s cartoon the Crackpot Quail. (You can see what I did every Saturday in my youth.)
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