Fog

Steam fog over the Musconetcong River, New Jersey.

Being up at dawn for the last few months, and doing work that requires me to see things (bird surveys), has made me very aware of fog. In fact, I just realized now, after 3 decades, that fog is almost uniquely a creature of the fall.

Why? And why in the morning? And why over water?

For answers, I turned to my favorite source of erudite weather knowledge: USA Today. Actually, it was the first thing that came up in the search engine, but it gave good descriptions of the two main types of fog: steam fog and ground fog.

Steam fog forms over water when the water is warmer than the air (see above). This is the stuff that makes early morning ponds and rivers so picturesque this time of year.

Ground fog is more my nemesis, cloaking vast areas and killing precious visibility. It forms when the ground is colder than the air. It supposedly happens more in the fall because the nights are longer, allowing the ground more time to cool off. This must also be due to the shifting cold and warm fronts of air that happen in fall. (This in turn contributes to the windier weather this time of year...something I've also just noticed). Fog also seems to happen more in certain areas, which must be well known given that there are even highway signs that say "FOG AREA"! Mysteriously, large grasslands seem to be prime fog areas...when there is fog in the forecast, it can be completely clear on the drive to work, but the grassland is engulfed. It is pleasant to breathe in fog, by the way. But hard to see through.

A fog bow, somewhere in south Jersey...

Another great mystery of fog...the "Fog Bow." Just as it sounds, this is a rainbow-shaped thing made entirely out of fog...no colors, just a white tube of cloud. I never would have known, or believed, that they existed until I saw one a few years ago. Also on a big grassland in south Jersey. I googled "fog bow" because that was the only name that I could imagine it having. I was correct, apparently, but I still have no idea (or interest in, really) how it formed. I prefer to leave this mystical fog-beast a mystery.

Why do raptors hate each other?

Large grasslands are good for raptors, especially in September. At the one I work at in Massachusetts, I've seen merlins, kestrels, peregrines, ospreys, Cooper's, red-shoulders, and red-tails all in a single day. And they all seem to hate each other.

Yesterday I saw a peregrine and a Cooper's hawk terrorizing a pair of harriers, which seemed slow and cumbersome in comparison. And they weren't just chasing, but actually making full-speed, talons-forward attacks. The harriers would roll over, talons up, to defend themselves - a common response of larger birds in response to such pestering. But mostly they just seemed to want to be left alone.

It could be a between-species competition thing...or maybe a small bird, large bird thing. But I don't think so. A few years ago (same site, same time of year), I saw a harrier and a peregrine working together, relentlessly attacking a second, perched peregrine (see photos).

Harrier versus peregrine.

Peregrine versus peregrine.

It could be a between-individual competition thing. I'd say it probably is most of the time. A crowded field of hawks, hungry and cranky from migration.

But, intriguingly, it also could be cannibalism of a sort. A common site around the grasslands is merlins (notoriously cranky, even for raptors) swiftly pursuing kestrels in the same "I-want-to-kill-you" way. I've never seen one caught yet, but if I do I won't be surprised.


Harrier wins.

Mockingbird attitude

Audubon print showing typical mockingbird attitude.

A few weeks ago, in Massachusetts, I saw a black rat snake crossing the road with a mockingbird swooping down at it over and over and over again. This seemed silly. Why would a big snake be scared off by a little mockingbird?

Well, I suppose it could alert a hawk to it's existence...but never mind that. I happen to know that mockingbirds pose a real threat.

A couple years ago, in the Jersey shore town of Lavalette, I heard the telltale ear-splitting whine of mockingbird babies (a mystery in and of itself) coming from a street-side holly bush. I was parting the foliage and peeking in at the nest when...wham!...the parent swooped down and slammed into my arm so hard that it actually hurt! The bird, which I was sure would not survive such a collision, flew to a nearby perch and kept up his/her complaining "check" notes.

A tropical mockingbird...different species, same attitude.

And this turned out not to be an isolated incident.

This summer, in another Jersey shore town (Bay Head), I was simply walking along the sidewalk - not bothering any nests, mind you - when...whoosh!...a mockingbird came down from the wire and grazed my hair! I imagine that I would have been thumped again if I had dared approach its nest.

What's with the attitude?

New Jersey comments aside, I'm guessing that mockingbirds are just juiced up on an abnormal amount of hormones during the breeding season. I have no proof. But they sing all night long. They even sing in flight, as I also observed this summer. And why else would they be ornery enough to perform full-force body-slams into creatures hundreds of times larger than themselves?

Chickadees and cherries

Wild black cherry trees are in full fruit these days, and the birds are all over them. I found a good one a few days ago in Lanoka Harbor, NJ. Good in this case = low to the ground, and absolutely loaded with ripe fruit. The "low to the ground" part facilitated nice views of the birds perusing the fruit clusters, and the "loaded" part made the birds crazed enough with food lust that they paid little attention to me. Orioles, titmice, and house finches all picked at the cherries, and a gnatcatcher hopped about, maybe in search of cherry-eating insects. A juvenile chipping sparrow, a female cardinal, and a few robins also made appearances.

But the star of the show (both in numbers and in style) was a flock of about 10 carolina chickadees. Their strange eating style was as follows: pick off a cherry, grasp it between the toes, peck at it for a second, drop it, and move on to the next. I thought maybe they were eating the pit, at first...similar to how sparrows often eat just the seeds of rose hips, spitting out the fruit.

Chickadee, pecking.

But when I downloaded my photos, I found a surprise: a little grub-like creature. My guess is that they were extracting fly larvae, and then spitting out the "useless" fruit and pit which would clog up their guts with empty calories. The amazing thing was how fast they would accomplish this process: pick, peck, drop, repeat.

Chickadee in mid-grub-extraction. Notice the squirt of juice!

As with many great discoveries, I have no proof but a grainy image. It was getting dark, and I didn't have time go cherry-dissecting to find grubs. I did, however, find time to eat a few myself.

Exhibit A. Grainy close-up of a grub-like object in the chickadee's beak.

Wild birdseed

Deer-tongue grass (Dichanthelium clandestinum).

"Shall I not rejoice also at the abundance of the weeds whose seeds are the granary of the birds?" - H.D. Thoreau

Today I found a flock of 25 bobolinks gorging on seeds in a patch of grass (below). It reminded me that wild seed bonanzas can rival birdfeeders in quality and quantity. The bobolinks, plus about 10 savannah sparrows, were confined to a patch of one particular type of grass, a native species named deer-tongue (Dichanthelium clandestinum). It is recognized by its fat leaves, hairy stem, and seeds hidden within a tube at the top of the plant (hence the "clandestine" species name, I guess). The birds were flying from plant to plant, voraciously picking the seeds out of the tops. It reminded me of another natural spectacle: the multi-species bird parties that occur in a fruiting red mulberry tree in June. Always more satisfying to watch (for me) than a bird feeder for some reason.

Bobolinks at the "feeder."

Later in the day, I came across two more bird parties. One, again, in a patch of deer-tongue, and another in a patch of different native plant: lamb's quarters (Chenopodium album). The lamb's quarter party was less diverse - consisting only of savannah sparrows - but it was just as hopping.

Lamb's quarter (Chenopodium album).

The savannahs were obviously quite happy gorging themselves on the seeds, which are quite a bit smaller than deer-tongue's, and in fact look like tiny black specks.

The small but tasty seeds of lamb's quarters.

They are apparently nutritious...to humans too. Wild food guru Euell Gibbons recommends grinding them into a hearty flour. (As a side note, I happen to know that the leaves are also much relished by real lambs.) Mixed in with the lamb's quarters was another native (though often disparaged) birdseed-bearing plant: ragweed. The birds will have to wait a while for this one, however. Right now it is still in the pollen-spewing (sneeze-inducing) flower stage.

Nighthawks

I'm in western Massachusetts for the week. Tonight a cloud of 15-20 nighthawks swooped over the urban rush-hour mayhem of Route 33 in Chicopee. There were so many, they looked like swallows at first glance. Migrating already? Or maybe just congregating into post-breeding feeding frenzies.

Nighthawks that nest in the sandy grasslands near Lakehurst, NJ usually finish up by mid-July. For the next few weeks after that, the parents and children spend their mornings flying around he fields in flocks similar to this one, especially on overcast days. So...maybe this is just a nearby roof-top colony (it's an industrial area) in post-breeding flock mode. But, then again, there are many miles of swooping to do between here and South America, and relatively little time to get there (say by mid-October). Best to get an early start.

The dots are nighthawks.

Good Time Park

Went exploring in the wetlands of Good Time Park yesterday. It is an abandoned horse-racing track from the early 1900's in Goshen, NY. Not sure who owns it now, but it is colored green (like public land) on Google Maps. There is a fence around it, and there are no trails or signs.

A heron was standing in the pond north of the old track. Near him was something I have never seen before. There and in other random spots around the pond, huge fish (~ 2 feet long) were swirling around each other and breaching the surface. I'm guessing they were carp based on the big scales on their backs. They gave the impression of large reptilian pond monsters. The heron was ignoring them, though they were right near its legs.

There were other monstrous creatures in the pond. Huge mussel and snail shells were scattered around the banks. The snail in the picture is ~3 inches tall.

In the swampy center of the "triangle," a deer and her fawn stood in the water eating marsh plants...moose-like. The water was completely covered with duck-weed. Large patches of a leg-lacerating, serrated grass grow here that make travel in shorts and sandals inadvisable (whoops). I later learned that it has the sinister name of "cutgrass." Kingbirds, house wrens, song sparrows, swamp sparrows, starlings, mallards, robins, and cedar waxwings live here.

A tree in the center of the marsh supported a small great blue herons rookery (four nests), apparently done for the season.

Ruby Meadowhawk dragonfly.

Found an old relic of the old horse-racing facilities. I'm guessing this was the box they did the announcing from. It wasn't fast horse racing, but the slow kind called "trotting." (The horse equivalent of speed-walking.) A famous race called the Hambletonian was hosted here in the 1930's.

Monkeyflower (Mimulus sp.).

I (hesitantly) walked right by a very recent-looking hobo shelter built right along the old track. He had some disheveled tarps, a cooler, some blankets, and even a clothes-line. Lots of trash strewn around as usual. I thought I caught a glimpse of legs and sneakers, but I didn't want to look too closely. I wonder where his home range is?

My favorite bird of the day was the humble swamp sparrow. This one had a crossed bill tip.