My Nature Walk, by Peter

What did you see on your nature walk today, Peter?

--Well, I saw a great big fire!

Dover MA allows brush pile burning until May 1

--I saw a man using a chainsaw in the woods. [maybe not legally]

-- I saw a big man without a shirt sunning himself [behind the Ridge Hill barn--I don't want to implicate Verizon but an empty van was parked nearby]

--Oh, and I saw a robin making a nest.

--And a catbird.

Did you hear anything interesting?

--Oh, yes. I heard chainsaws singing to each other.

--And a Nashville Warbler.

They're back!

Orchard Oriole, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

I should have known something big was up. In the morning I heard an ovenbird and a northern waterthrush in the woods at Ridge Hill.  In the evening I made it down to the Charles River Peninsula just in time to catch an orchard oriole and a yellow warbler singing. Yet another orchard oriole (though not another yellow warbler) could be found on the opposite side of the peninsula. Here's a snippet:

Fog

Life and Death at the Charles River Peninsula

Tree Swallow with nesting material, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

On the same day I saw my FOY tree swallow collecting nesting material, I discovered this:

Murdered Tree Swallow, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

a tree swallow dead in the box. The murderer?

Unambiguously the house sparrow. How do I know? When I got to the box with the dead swallow the sparrow flew out. It had been sitting on top of the swallow's corpse.

I tend to be philosophical rather than outraged at such things. Tree swallows also kill each other and there are other boxes to nest in. This year, though, has been particularly rough. Vandals smashed yet another box, leaving the CRP this year without three of the most reliably used swallow nesting spots. And the house sparrows have made deep inroads into places they've never invaded before. The best I can do is keep removing sparrow nests, with the concern that this just drives them into conflicts with other birds at other boxes...

I'm crossing my fingers that this bluebird nest will make it. [Update: box has been claimed by tree swallow after being defended by bluebirds for a week.]

Savannah Sparrow, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

Soon the bluebirds and swallows will be a minor part of the nesting story at the Charles River Peninsula. The red-winged blackbird females are already scoping out spots in the meadow. Savannah sparrows are around in big numbers (maybe this will be the year they stay and breed). And a cheerful towhee is drinking his tea and scratching in the leaves near the entrance boardwalk.

Kinglets singing from every thicket

Ruby-crowned kinglet, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

The first real warbler fall-out of the year, plus massive numbers of ruby-crowned kinglets. They were singing everywhere (regrettably, the morning wind was a bit much for good recordings).

Yellow-rumpedwarbler, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

As for warblers, mostly yellow-rumps, some singing brightly.

Palm warbler, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

Plus a few palms, and my first black & white of the year. Here we go!

Earth Day sadness

Lily collecting used fishing line at the Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

Lily and I went down to the Charles River Peninsula this morning for our annual trash pick-up. This was her call--I just wanted to check on the nesting boxes.

CRP lovers, I'm glad you are using protection but please clean up after yourself.

We filled a bag from the parking lot and canoe launch areas alone. While we were at the canoe launch I spied a strange-looking frog. Stranger still, it made no attempt to flee when we approached.

I don't know enough about frogs to tell if this is naturally-occurring pigmentation or a coating of sludge.

Nearby there was another frog with more usual pigmentation, also seemingly afraid to enter the water. Or move at all.

Lily was relieved when we were able to coax them back into the water. She was desperately afraid that they had died.

Spotting an ancient outflow pipe nearby, and noticing an oily sheen on the water, I wondered if the frogs were better off on land today.... Lily suggested that my "canary in the coal mine" analogy was a bit distressing for nine-year-old ears. Who knows, maybe they were just enjoying the sun...

CRP polluters, Lily is not happy with you

Lily clearly enjoys being on the side of good, but she made a real effort to understand that the problem with litter and pollution at the CRP wasn't evil but thoughtlessness and carelessness.

I don't know when to tell her about the Boston Marathon.

Happier news: we both got good looks at the kestrel today. And despite some house sparrow forays into sacred nesting spaces it would appear the tree swallows are reasserting control (and the bluebirds hanging on).

Flickers dancing

Oh April, the time of the dancing flickers, putting their yellow shafts to good use.