BIRD NOTES ~ July 13, 2009

 

Bird Notes

 

The following event took place at the Bashakill Wildlife Management Area in Sullivan County, NY. We enjoyed this story by John Haas so very much and wanted to share it with you all. (Reprinted here by permission) John is a birding enthusiast and the author of “Birding Guide to Sullivan County”.

    

A Pied-billed Grebe’s Story

In late November I noticed a Pied-billed Grebe near the bridge on Haven Road.  There had been two earlier in the month, but only one remained. The bird didn’t look quite right to me, but it was very elusive, disappearing at first sight. I mentioned it to Scott Baldinger, who informed me he, too, had been seeing it regularly and he felt something must be wrong with it. I checked on the bird periodically and it was still present from time to time. 

As the deep freeze gripped the area, I noticed the bird’s world was growing smaller and smaller. By this time, the grebe, soon to be known as PB, was appearing quite normal. If it weren’t for the fact that he was present so late, in an ever shrinking environment, I would have thought it was normal.

On January 16th there was less than a twenty foot opening in the channel by the bridge. I was sure by now that the bird could not fly or it would certainly have departed. When I awoke Saturday, January 17th, the temperature was 10 degrees below zero!  I picked up Arlene Borko and we went to try to rescue the grebe.  Lance Verderame was to join us at the bridge. As I approached the railing, I realized I was too late. Arlene joined me, and what we saw was disturbing. The water was frozen and the grebe, whose head was all that was exposed through the ice, was apparently dead, frozen in the ice. You could see the bird’s body and legs swaying in the current under the ice.

As we looked on, I suddenly said to Arlene, “What was that noise?”  She hadn’t heard it, but I was certain I had heard a faint grunt. I went to get something to break the ice, and the bird broke free and dove into the water.  Would it come up again in the tiny hole? Would it just flow away under the ice in the current? We were afraid of the answers. Suddenly, the grebe poked just the front of his bill from under the ice. What were we going to do now? I got my tripod and broke the ice to make a larger hole, from which I proceeded to push the ice under the edges and it was carried away in the current. (My tripod now lies on the bottom of the Bash waiting for spring). We knew we had to do something more and quickly. We went to my house for a net, and Arlene’s for some boards and rope. I tried to shimmy out onto the ice, but it was only an inch thick at that spot and it became apparent that I too would soon be in the channel. Arlene couldn’t stand it and asked me to get off the ice. As the three of us contemplated our next step, a New York State trooper pulled up, asking us what we were doing. We now had another partner. He said he would request a long pole from the barracks to attach to my net. Another trooper responded to help out as we waited for the pole. By this time, the bird decided to pop up in the hole and actually floated for the first time since breaking free. 

I saw my chance and poked behind him with the net. He jumped out of the hole onto the ice and hopped a short distance.  Spurred on by the group, (now a third trooper had joined in) I attempted to herd him closer to shore.  As soon as he cleared the railing, he made a break for it, but so did I. I belly flopped out on the ice (this part quite hard) and swooped the net at the same time. I had him! The excitement was contagious! 

We examined the grebe and he was missing his left wing. This was almost certainly the result of a gun shot, or perhaps a muskrat trap. He was in surprisingly good shape. We paused for some photos then took him to an open spring fed pond where he would remain safe in the warmer water. Not really being sure how many fish were in the ponds (though we knew it had fish) or if the fish were the right size for him to eat, we purchased bait fish to add to the pond. It is now a month later, and PB is doing great! Hopefully he will live a long happy life in his new home.

 

John Haas, Yankee Lake, NY

 

 

Blueberry Netting

Thanks for your BIRD NOTES, I'm enjoying them. Thought I would forward to you this Master Gardener information request for what to use to cover blueberry bushes that will not ensnare birds.  We used to use tobacco netting too, but don't know where to buy it these days; do you? 

---Karen Davis

 

Hi - Just a word of caution. I bought a package of netting to cover two blueberry bushes.  It had rather large holes and it was some kind of plastic, but it was all I could find.  It was on the bushes only 24 hours and a beautiful bird was all tangled up in it.  I don't know how long he was there, but fortunately I went outside and checked my veggie garden and saw him.  I had a scissors and cut away as much as I could - it was around his neck, tangled in his wings and wrapped around his legs.  I got all but was tight around the legs and when I let him loose, he hopped away and then took off and flew away.  I used to use tobacco netting when I lived in CT but I haven't found anything like that up here.  Does anyone have any ideas about what to use?  Naturally, I took the other stuff off.  Hope to hear from someone.  Thanks - Jane Hurley

 

 

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COLD-BLOODED, SLITHERY THINGS

6:00 pm, Tuesday, July 21, 2009

 

Kali and Spalding, with help from the calm, slow hands of their good friend Bob, will do a program on reptiles. Here’s why they know so much about the subject: Kali is a 14 foot Burmese Python; Spaulding is a 4.5 foot Ball Python; Bob (as in Engel) is a biologist at Marlboro College.

Note the early starting time of 6 pm, so kids of all ages can attend.

 

Sponsored by the Southeastern Vermont Audubon Society

The program is FREE and open to the public

 

Please keep us abreast of what birds you are seeing, whether at home or on a trip in or out of the Windham County area.

Al Merritt

W. Brattleboro, VT

chpmnkx@sover.net

 

A friend is someone who reaches for your hand

 and touches your heart.