Ridge Hill Reservation after Sandy

Garage near the picnic area, Ridge Hill Reservation. A nice new hole in the roof.

I walked "my" (trail steward) trails at Ridge Hill Reservation on Saturday to see what sort of damage Sandy caused. Initially I thought we had gotten off pretty well. Then I tried the Chestnut and North Trails. Three enormous trees had fallen completely blocking passage (OK I climbed my way through...)

Here are a couple from the North Trail.

Obviously removing these is not a high priority for the town right now. So for the near future you might want to steer clear of this area. [UPDATE: The trees have not been entirely cleared but chainsaws have cleared path-ways through these obstacles.]

First Frost

Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

A perfect October morning. Bright sun. Crisp air. Brilliant foliage. A nice fall-out of migrant birds. First frost.

Frozen asters

Everything in the shade was frozen. At least temporarily.

Frozen buckthorn 

As the sun moved across the field, the frost lifted off.

It's been a while since I've seen deer at the CRP. I think I woke them up. Three. A doe and two maturing children. One by one they got up, looked in my direction for a while, and then leaped off through the brush.

Still keeping an eye on me.

It took me a while to realize that they were having trouble seeing me, as I was directly in front of the rising sun. And it wasn't very breezy so my scent took a while to travel.

The Peninsula was stuffed with yellow-rumped warblers, a grand finale to a fine 2012 fall warbler migration. Lots of palm warblers and bluebirds too. And about 30 northern rough-winged swallows, still staging on the wires over the river.

The (second) most surprising bird of the day: Purple finches! These, believe it or not, are pretty scare birds around these parts. I've seen a couple at the Peninsula, but only in the winter, and in small numbers. Here was a whole flock, feeding on berries. Part of the 2012 irruption I'm guessing.

(The most surprising bird was a female orchard oriole. )

Sparrows are also present in large numbers, white-throats still mostly singing out of tune yet. I kind of like this swamp sparrow pose,

Swamp Sparrow on Mullein, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

Oh October.

Window strike Downy Woodpecker is OK

Downy Woodpecker on the roof of my Mazda

This one was scary. I was in my office and I heard a loud clang on the window. Oh no, another bird strike (on a different window than last time). I rushed downstairs and opened the basement door. A downy woodpecker lay on its side in the wet leaves, feet curled up. I was sure it was dead....No, it was still breathing.

I lifted it onto my hand to keep it warm and dry and it resisted a little, beak wide open. OK, good, it still had some energy. And in a little while it had flown a short distance onto the roof of my car. And there it stayed.

It was frankly acting a little strange, turning its head to the side. Was it falling asleep?

And then just like that it snapped out of it. Back on alert, it fluttered up to the branch of a nearby oak tree. Where it was promptly chased by another downy (probably the cause of the window strike to begin with).

I've got to do something about these windows. Here's a resource.

Fall migration at Plum Island

Yellow-legs, Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Newburyport, MA

I decided this morning that this was the day I was finally going experience fall migration this year. It was a perfect October day, crisp and sunny and not very breezy.

Eastern Phoebe, Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Newburyport, MA

The star of the last couple of days has been an out-of-place Say's Phoebe. Lots of folks staked out at "The Wardens." Many positive reports. I was there to experience migration, not to check off a life bird, so I took a photo of our constant friend, the Eastern Phoebe, and drove down to Hellcat.

Eastern Towhee, Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Newburyport, MA

I was greeted at the entrance by a friendly towhee (hey, I saw your west-coast relatives last month!)

Red-breasted Nuthatch, Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Newburyport, MA

And the ubiquitous red-breasted nuthatch, doing quite a bit of fly catching (as were most of the birds, from warblers to waxwings).

From this point on the photos got bad but the experience got heart-meltingly good. Warblers of all sorts, including a strikingly beautiful fall-plumaged magnolia and a black and white so unconcerned about me that it practically landed on my arm. The photo below is not focused but it does offer a classic head-on view.

Black and White Warbler, head on

Kinglets and vireos were also present in close-up abundance. But the most fun was a couple of yellow-bellied sapsuckers (bad photo below).

They were chasing each other up and down the boardwalk, "mewing" loudly. Many times they didn't seem to realize there were humans around and practically took our heads off.

Window Strike Pine Warbler is OK

Pine Warbler in my hand

I hear the impact, the dull ringing of the window of the sliding glass door. Lily yells, "bird down! bird down!" I rush over and see a stunned little warbler lying in a puddle on the deck. I lift in onto my hand.

I let Lily gently stroke its back. She keeps count of the birds she has touched. This is number 7.

I know from bird banding that songbirds aren't too freaked out by human hands. But it is curious to me how sometimes they seem to wait for permission to fly off again. This piney flew over to a nearby table to rest before leaving at apparent full strength.

Second window strike this year, neither fatal. I'm a little worried what's going to happen when the juncos arrive in the next month or so...

Horrors on the Field View Trail

Accipiters, Ridge Hill Reservation, Needham, MA

Something was wrong. I had just started through the grass towards Field View Trail and all the birdsong I could hear was condensed in a single scrubby tree--what sounded like a dozen chickadees chattering at once.

About midway down the trail I hear the piercing "Kee-ah!" of a red-shouldered hawk. Then a horrible squeal and a rustle of grackles, a river of them streaming overhead. Aha, I thought.

As I stepped out onto the easement by the swamp I discovered I had underestimated the horror. Two accipiters (I'm guessing Cooper's but I couldn't get a clean look), three accipiters, no FIVE accipiters, all cruising the wetlands. At one point a stupid-brave blue jay acting alone came out to harass one of them, and was doing fine until others showed up (I think it got away). At any rate, one tiny sharp-shinned hawk is usually enough to put the wetland in panic mode. Five at once--that's just excessive.

A parallel horror--gas line easement clear-cutting. Actually, that part's fine--it took care of all the invasive buckthorn that's been crowding the trail. Whoever did the work, though, apparently didn't know there was a wetland on the easement and made a significant cut into the wet area before turning back.

Wetland north of Field View Trail, Ridge Hill Reservation, Needham, MA

To make matters worse, instead of trying to find an alternative path to the northern easement section (The Beard Trail is nice and wide and is easily accessed from the road) the clear-cutters drove their bobcat (I'm guessing from the tread-marks) back and forth through the very narrow Field View Trail.

Tread-marks on Field View Trail

The trail, not in terribly good shape to begin with, is now significantly ripped up (and quite wider in parts now!)

Horror-chaser: A singing brown creeper (they are now migrating through in big numbers).

Good-bye, Shagbark Hickory

Shagbark Hickory, Charles River Peninsula, Needham, MA

 The windstorm on Tuesday night proved too strong for the Shagbark Hickory on the hill at the Charles River Peninsula.

The trunk was hollow and the tree was leaning ever since it lost a huge limb during Irene last year. It was just a matter of time.

But I will miss it dearly.

Apparently I'm not alone...

Here's a post about the tree in happier times.