Showing posts with label Muskrat. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 21, 2017

Horicon Birding Festival 2017

On a beautiful, sunny (if not a little windy) Sunday morning Barbara and I drove north to the sleepy little Wisconsin city of Horicon to experience one day of their 20th annual Bird Festival.  The Horicon Marsh is the largest freshwater cattail marsh in the United States.  It is over 33,000 acres and is managed jointly by the Department of Natural Resources and the US Fish and Wildlife Service. It's a short one-hour drive from Milwaukee.  The marsh as National Wildlife Refuge (established in 1941) is known for its vast flocks of Canada geese which migrate each year back and forth.  One other important redeeming quality of the marsh is the over 300 other species of birds that can be seen throughout a typical year.  That was the main reason Barbara and I were heading up there for a few hours of bird watching, and lots of fresh air.

The annual festival is predominantly staffed by the Horicon Marsh Bird club volunteers who put in countless hours with various bird hikes, talks, presentations and and events.  Guided boat trips into the marsh specific to bird watching are available for purchase during the four-day festival.  The tours fun May through September as well.  Their newer Horicon Marsh Education and Visitor's Center is worth the drive in itself.  It's chock full of interesting facts and informative displays.  It has a fully stocked wildlife-centered gift shop and plenty of room to browse.  The staff are extremely friendly and the building invitingly cozy.

Barbara and I spent some time walking the edge of the marsh near the Education Center.  Since it was Mother's Day, there were more than a few families out on the nice day with mom in tow.  Hopefully it was mom's idea.  We saw many Purple martins, Tree and Barn swallows, Common yellowthroats, Song sparrows and Forster's terns as we walked.  We were particularly taken with a tiny Killdeer fledgling who was being carefully watched by a wary parent.  Their incredible camouflage factor was very apparent. So much so that if you took your eye off the baby bird for a moment, it was difficult to find it again.   Killdeer are a plover which got it's name from the call it makes, "kill-deer."  Killdeer make their nests on open ground, often in a gravel patch, path or driveway.  These fortunately found safety on a small patch of marshland, just far enough out from the shore to provide them with a barrier to predators who were averse to swimming.

We walked along a gravel pathway next to open water, to a section of actual woodlands.  Along the way we were treated to a passing muskrat and scads of squiggly, enormous carp sunning themselves at the water's edge in the rocks.  Common grackles and Red-winged blackbirds squeaked and squawked among last year's cattails and Painted turtles could be found in large groups, sunning themselves on handy logs and floating vegetation.  The whistling songs of the Scarlet tanager and Baltimore oriole kept us peering upward for a glimpse of their incredibly colorful beauty.

I (of course) purchased a new Horicon Bird Festival baseball cap from a nice woman at a table in the Visitor's Center.  We also went into the gift shop and selected a nice refrigerator magnet and a new patch for my birding vest. Barbara has a "thing" for wooly mammoths.  We found her a small stuffed mammoth to bring home to add to her collection.  Why a wooly mammoth in the gift shop you ask? Well, it turns out that a woman once found an enormous petrified wooly mammoth tooth on the site, so why not erect a huge iron replica to honor that discovery. 

While we were in the Horicon area I remembered that my cousin Scott Tillema and his wife Renee ran the Marsh Haven Nature Center on the north end of the marsh.  Neither of us had never been there, so we drove north to find the center.  When we arrived we parked and walked into the building.  A nice man at the register explained the center and told us that Renee was just finishing up a bird talk and would be out in a few minutes.  We paid the $3.00 entry fee and got our wristbands affixed before stepping into the facility's backrooms to look at their displays.  We walked around investigating and looking for the room where Renee might be.  With the assistance of another staff member, we found Renee.  She was surprised to see us.  She explained a bit about the center and what she was doing that particular day and weekend with the Bird Festival keeping everyone very busy.  After we left her to go on to her next task with the public; we walked their trails out to an older wooden tower for a look.  

We stopped by their home on the property to look for my cousin Scott and he was not home.  They are in the process of building (rebuilding) various large wooden cages that will house a future raptor program on their property.  The ground was in various stages of construction and piles of reclaimed cage-wall sections were in piles awaiting installation.  We left with the dogs barking from inside the house, to the Horicon Marsh "Auto Tour" (bicycle tour) area and parking lot.  We had eyewitness accounts of seeing Bobolinks.  I love bobolinks and the crazy sounds they make.  These predominantly black-colored (with white markings) spring-summer migrants look to me like they are wearing a crazy yellowish shower cap.  I was quickly rewarded in the parking lot area with the sound and then sight of several in the field.  Some of these migratory marvels can travel up to 12,500 miles from South America to their nesting grounds.  We did then drive the entire auto tour through the site and were treated to a pair of Northern shovelers near enough to get a great view.  I would highly recommend this tour on a bike; so be sure to bring some along if you go!

Please now enjoy more photos from our wonderful trip to the Horicon marsh:

Here's a fun way to announce the migratory population!

Male American redstart

Mama Robin in her secluded nest

Beautiful Birdwatcher Barbara

Barn swallow on a light fixture

Barn swallow on the ground, collecting nesting materials

Birdstud poses for a picture by his Bobolinks

Crazy Carp

Cliff swallows in the process of nest building

Forster's terns on a branch

Grackle with a dragonfly

A pile of Painted turtles

Purple martins at home.  Notice the crazy shaped doorways!

This Red-winged blackbird is squawking his noisy alert!

A beautiful Scarlet tanager high in a tree

The Song sparrow sings his heart out

White pelicans are arriving high overhead

Cliff swallows (l,c) and Tree swallow (r)


Here is our species list seen: 57

Alder Flycatcher
American Black Duck
American Goldfinch
American Redstart
American Robin
American White Pelican
Baltimore Oriole
Barn Swallow
Black-capped Chickadee
Blue Jay
Blue-winged Teal
Bobolink
Brown-headed Cowbird
Canada Goose
Chipping Sparrow
Cliff Swallow
Common Grackle
Common Moorhen
Downy Woodpecker
Eastern Phoebe
European Starling
Forster's Tern
Gray Catbird
Great Blue Heron
Great Crested Flycatcher
Green Heron
Hooded Merganser
House Sparrow
House Wren
Lincoln's Sparrow
Mallard
Mourning Dove
Northern Cardinal
Northern Rough-winged Swallow
Northern Shoveler
Orchard Oriole
Palm Warbler
Pied-billed Grebe
Purple Martin
Red-bellied Woodpecker
Red-eyed Vireo
Red-tailed Hawk
Red-winged Blackbird
Ring-billed Gull
Rose-breasted Grosbeak
Sandhill Crane
Scarlet Tanager
Song Sparrow
Sora
Spotted Sandpiper
Spotted Towhee
Swamp Sparrow
Tree Swallow
Turkey Vulture
White-crowned Sparrow
Yellow Warbler
Yellow-rumped Warbler


Sunday, April 29, 2012

Birding in God's Country - Hayward, WI


Hayward, WI is about 340 miles north of Milwaukee where I am currently living.  It is the home of my Father, Thomas Edward Devereaux whose middle name I share.  We both got it from my father’s grandfather on his mother’s side; Edward Richter.  I was named Joseph, after his grandfather on his father’s side.  My own Dad was quite fond of the original Canadian Joe Devereaux, a turn of the century logging company employee who began as a cook and then was promoted to “scaler,” an occupation that involved looking at a typical forty-acre forest, and calculating how many board feet of lumber could be harvested from it.  Grampa’ Joe settled in the Green Bay area after logging his way southward across the northern border of the United States and eventually became a salesman.  Liquor sales were his eventual product of choice.  My Dad happily remembers ‘ol Joe inviting the grand-kiddies down to the root cellar for a glass of wine and a pinch of snoose.  Life was blissfully far simpler and less litigious back then…I wish America had more of that kind of folksy common sense today – but that’s another rant for a different blogging audience.  For now, let’s get back to Hayward and to the birds.

The weather was in the 50s on the 28th and 29th of April.  Winter’s blanket of snow had melted completely away and a lengthy period of stubborn winds had finally died down, so it was time to walk around the area to look for birds.  I was up here to be a caretaker for my father who was recovering from his second hip replacement, and was getting antsy to see what the local animal life was like.  Taking advantage of a recuperation snooze-period I drove a short distance then I parked the WPT just off a small town road and walked a short distance to the trail head.

Dappled morning sunshine painted shapes on the dirt as it streamed through the newly budding trees.  Faint wood smoke emanating from someone’s nearby stove mixed with the tantalizing smell of Sunday morning bacon, filled my nostrils as I quietly moved away from the road and into the trees. Chickadees and White-throated sparrows chipped and sang their spring songs In the small evergreens alongside the path.  Blue jays called and answered from one side of the woods to another, high in the pines. As I approached the pond, I noticed something had slipped off the bank and into the water. Looking down and to my right; a brown muskrat was paddling away from me towards some green vegetation and a morning snack. It was soon joined by another.

This forlorn combination sand and woodchip trail wound its way back and forth, and up and down the various grades, from wetlands to sand mounds.  I enjoyed the switchbacks and the way the gentle serpentine trail left the hiker believing that they could be deep in the forest, when they were actually walking behind a typical Hayward neighborhood.  I trained my binoculars on the far bank of Smith Lake Pond and spotted two male Wood ducks stealthily cruising along the edge.  Just ahead of them was an especially exciting find: a splendid Hooded merganser!  Thankfully the bird decided to leave the cover of last year’s dried reeds and swim to the center of the pond so that I could snap a few long distance images and shoot some video.  The way that it speedily glided along was impressive yet graceful.  Watching it take off from the water was an added treat.

A Song sparrow began to sing behind me as I stood watching the bi-pedal scratching of a trio of White-throated sparrows find insects in the leaf litter.  Red-winged blackbirds sat singing on overhanging tree limbs as bells from the local Catholic Church sounded in the distance - calling the faithful to worship.  I suddenly felt at peace and blessed to be amongst a sample of God’s magnificent creatures; so fortunate to be spending some time with my father in his world, miles from mine.

Birds sighted:

  1. American crow
  2. American robin
  3. Song sparrow
  4. Hooded merganser
  5. White-throated sparrow
  6. Wood duck
  7. Eastern Phoebe
  8. Brown Thrasher
  9. Black-capped chickadee
  10. Blue Jay
  11. Yellow-rumped warbler
  12. Blue-winged teal
  13. Pied-billed grebe
  14. Mourning dove
  15. European starling
  16. Common grackle
  17. Chipping sparrow

A video addition to the blog...enjoy!