Journal of a Sabbatical |
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May 26, 2000 |
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Today's Bird Sightings: Herptiles: Today's Reading: The Birds of
Brewery Creek by Malcolm MacDonald, Today's Starting Pitcher: Plum Island Bird List
Copyright © 2000, Janet I. Egan |
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The water level at Hellcat is very low as they refuge staff have let a lot of water out of the impoundment. This creates a huge mud flat, which attracts a variety of shorebirds. The shorebirds attract birders. Me, I was just out to take advantage of the blue sky for a change. It's been raining forever and I'm so thrilled to have blue sky that the only way I can think to celebrate it is to look for birds at the refuge. To heck with whatever I was supposed to do today. Standing on the Hellcat dike being scolded by bobolinks and looking out over a vast sea of shorebirds, I really really wish I had a scope. I also really really wish I'd studied the field guide a little harder. Some people say they have a reeve in sight. With my binoculars all I can tell is there's a shorebird there. I scan the birds that are in a little closer and see one with pink legs and a pink bill and streaked breast looking for all the world like a northern water thrush. I make the mistake of saying this out loud. The reeve people refocus their scopes. The bird moves closer and takes flight. It's a spotted sandpiper. Boy is my face red. They get the reeve in their scopes again. Much discussion of the reeve's movements relative to a pair of mallards on the edge of the mud ensues. I peer and peer through binoculars and see no reeve. There are tons of peeps of every kind. There are tons of cormorants drying their wings. The bobolinks are protesting the presence of the birders on their dike. The redwinged blackbirds are protesting the presence of the bobolinks on their dike. A muskrat swims by. I hear a German tourist identify it as a beaver. It isn't until I get home that insight dawns on me. There really is no such thing as a reeve. Reported reeve sightings are just an elaborate practical joke perpetrated on ordinary birders by the really experienced Attu level birders. It's only when you reach Attu level yourself that they let you in on the joke. That has to be the explanation. The sighting of the day has to be the two flamingos in the Merrimack. Who'd've thunk it? Flamingos in the Merrimack. |