I really was not expecting to relocate the Northern Parula this morning. Nevertheless, I went to Kent's Pond and was going to be contented to settle for a brisk walk on this cold morning. I thought I heard the bird near the boardwalk, but couldn't find it. I walked the pond and returned to the initial area.
Hearing it again, I stayed put until it finally showed itself. What a great bird! I have only seen two Northern Parulas in my more than five years of birding, and they were both Fall birds. Gotta say: The Spring Parula is very handsome.
The two warm days we had are quickly fading in my memory as the northwest winds continue to usher in the icy arctic air. For that reason, I decided to revisit the photos taken earlier in the week.
Bitten by black flies from head to toe, I remained undaunted because of the cluster of birds I saw along a trail in the woods.
Seeing the flashes of color and hearing the variety in song was a joy. The most interesting bird seen during the hike was the first one pictured. I consulted Bruce M. on this one. He thinks it is most likely a Yellow-bellied Flycatcher without the yellow belly. Compare photo one with photo six to see the difference between this and a typical Yellow-belly Flycatcher..
At this time of the year it is more likely to see and hear a Ruby-crowned Kinglet, but this Golden-crowned Kinglet was keeping company with a Ruby. Nice to see them together.
The American Redstarts are especially nice at this time of the year. The female seen above is so different from the male. However, the flashing color in the tail makes them very easy to identify.
This female Yellow Warbler brought about a double take. At first sighting, the splash of blue/grey under the wing made me wonder if it were something different. Closer look just revealed a somewhat different plumage from many female Yellows at this time of the year.
I swatted flies for two hours before I gave in to the discomfort and left. Here is my take for the day: Find the flies and you will find the birds.
This time of year brings many year-end events. Being a loving grandmother, I would not miss one, not even to go birding:) The annual dance program is the biggest. There is hair to fix, make-up to apply and costumes to don.
As a part of this annual occasion, I always take pre-show pictures. It amazes me how wonderfully cooperative they are for this hour-long photoshoot. I really put them through paces. These are only a few of the over 100 "keepers" taken this year. Even the new puppy cooperated.
One of the nicest features of this event is witnessed on stage where so many children come together to showcase their year's work.
They are literally off the ground with excitement.
This is Year Three in ballet for the youngest. The 3-hour program is a little long for the young ones who stay for the curtain call. However, hats off to the school as they staged their best show.
For the eldest, this is Year Seven. It is so nice to see the progression. There is a joy in dance, and it is witnessed in every step taken.
Each year, I am only able to photograph the first costume of their performance. The other two costumes and shoes are bagged for a quick change backstage.
If only my flash could have kept up, I could have had a thousand nice shots. Both girls were just too fast for me.
One of the last shots of the hour always includes one with the photographer.
Getting non-flash pics during the show requires a little finesse. We have to sit dead-centre and down front in the auditorium. Then, hope they will hit centre stage at some point during their dance. They love to see themselves suspended in air, so I always try to get at least one. Blurry as it is, I got the desired shots.
The tap costume was a Queen of Hearts in an Alice in Wonderland themed dance. So cute and reminds me of how young this very grown-up young lady is.
Last but not least is a shot from the jazz routine. The night of glamour has passed once again, and I look to the one remaining concert.
With summer on our doorsteps, I look forward to spending much time with these two as we explore what the outdoors offers.
The Alternative Facts Bench in Ferryland is a great story-telling bench for birders like me. When I see something different in a bird, I always think the possibility of "rarity."
For example: There was this tern floating on the fog in Ferryland yesterday. It was smaller than the other terns, and that is what caught my eye. Shooting into very difficult elements, I was able to come up with two pics.
One of them clearly shows a bird with no black on its head. That sent me scrambling to look at the field guide. Best I could tell, an immature Common Tern had some black and had a dark bill. This bird did not. What were the other choices? There was a two-step process: First, remain hopeful; second, consult Bruce MacTavish. I did both, but to no avail. It seems this is an immature Common Tern. Maybe I should go sit on the bench.
Not once, but twice did possible alternative facts creep into my day. In Bear Cove Pit, I had a two-second look at a distant bird high in a fog-shrouded tree. What I saw was a yellow bird with a neckless and streaks (not diamonds) dripping from it. Then, the bird vanished. My hopefulness kicked in again. I had just seen a Magnolia Warbler, and this bird didn't seem dark enough to be one. I didn't see any white on the bird, and so.... again my mind starts racing through other choices. I asked Bruce if a Canada Warbler were a possibility at this time of the year. "Not likely," he said. It took nearly 30 minutes to relocate the bird and determine it was a female Magnolia Warbler. I can see that I should probably warm the bench.
Shortly after that, Catherine Barrett spotted this beautiful Ruffed Grouse standing watch on a side road past Cappahayden. It was solidly planted.
Since Catherine heard rustling in the woods, it is thought this bird was boldly protecting its young. We moved on.