March is a cooly pleasant month. The first birdsongs begin their melodious reverberations and the first tastefully hued flowers begin to emerge.
Compiled by John Shamgochian
March is a cooly pleasant month. The first birdsongs begin their
melodious reverberations and the first tastefully hued flowers begin to
emerge. March kicks-off the replay of a significant trio of
months for the birding community, who seem (as usual) to long for the
aches of warbler neck and the early-morning squawking of the
alarm-clock. This March has
left the blog-reading community with a number of (to my mind)
exceptional posts by some of the ABA's finest.
From the frigid heartlands of Alberta comes a decidedly helpful
post, which will appeal to any scope-owning birder, written by The Prairie Birder.
One of the things I am hoping to learn with my new scope is
digiscoping. Digiscoping is using your scope with a camera (point and
shoot or dslr), even an iPhone, to take close-ups. It’s a good
alternative to an expensive telephoto lens (especially once you have
spent all your money on a scope!), and some people can take amazing
Perhaps nothing signifies March more fully then the appearance
of the herps. In sleek, writhing masses they slip from their comfortable
hidey-holes and crawl once more into the wild world. Brendan Murtha
was there to catch this amphibious spectacle and later
document it on his blog, Catching the Thermals.
Spring is definitely here. The woodcocks are out in full force (and seem to be getting bolder than usual), and with the heavy rains
yesterday, the long awaited arrival of the amphibians too. Seeing how
the conditions were perfect yesterday, dusk found my Herper friend, my
dad, my brother, and I ventured out to a very local vernal pool to see
what was stirred up.
Of all the blogging young birders perhaps my favorite is Neil
Gilbert. In his most recent post on his blog Not Just Birds, he talks
Cisticolas. Read it!
Reputation. I’ve never met Barack Obama, but I’ve heard he’s a solid
guy. In the same vein, certain species have reputations that waft to
their seekers long before the birds ever reveal themselves. Conversely,
there are banalities like Meadow Pipits. Brown and streaky, they are
obviously pipits, and they do indeed inhabit meadows. Nary a thought had
I donated to this species before I saw my first one in January; now,
they only come to mind as the epitome of blandness.
We all know about the ABA Young Birder of the Year Contest, but this is not the only event
that thrilled young birders this month. Although not directly related to
birds this happening, the North America Nature Photography
Association's Summit had much relevance to young birder
Andy Johnson. On his blog Birding Et Cetera he has written
up an excellent summary of the meeting.
Conferences have the potential to change your life – if it goes
well, you come home inspired and you've met great people — maybe even
someone who you're excited to keep in touch with for the rest of your
life. It can be totally thrilling. I knew that when I heard that I'd
been selected to attend the North American Nature Photography
Association's (NANPA) Summit in Jacksonville, as part of their College
Scholarship Program – but those few days vastly exceeded my
It has been a long time since the voices of the Such brothers, from Such-n-Such Bird Blog, have
been heard a calling, but with their most recent post this has changed. I saw my first Sandhill Crane this
February (a rarity in Rhode Island) and it was thrilling, but 15, 000+
exceeds my wildest imaginings.
This past weekend, Boulder County Audubon Teen Naturalists travelled
3 1/2 hours northeast to the Nebraskan panhandle. Our group mentor,
naturalist Steve Jones—author of The Last Prairie: A Sandhill Journal
and co-author of the Peterson Field Guides: The North American
Prairie—guided us around a place he's studied for the past twenty-five
years. Also on our trip was the photographer and filmmaker, John
Weller—Check out his work on the Ross's Sea at johnbweller.com; it's amazing and relevant!