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Sunday, October 30th, 2011
Jack, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 30 October 2011.‘t

Jack.

It didn’t live up to its billing. With the wind high but not hurricane force, I went ahead and slept where I usually do, in a bed in a room that the gigantic oak would crush were it to topple in a storm. It didn’t topple. It hardly even snowed—or at least accumulated. A few sparse, thin patches of slush are all I encountered when Jack and I headed out first thing. Crows about. I noticed. Didn’t notice any other birds.

Little maple, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 30 October 2011.

Little maple.

Swing and a miss.

Much of the rest of the day I spent working to fix this fidgety computin’ machine. The trackpad keeps thinking I mean to click when I don’t. Annoying.

But I got a little done, too. And after a while the sun came out. So dog and I took a little drive.

It was quite a little snowier just a couple miles inland: a couple or three inches had fallen on Beech Hill. Interestingly, we found a car parked in the lot—and at least a dozen human tracks headed up and down the open trail. Caught sight of a chickadee right away and heard the distinctive chip note of a white-throated sparrow. As we headed up, we beheld slopes white with wet snow. That was a switch, what with fall leaves still poking through. No yellow-rumps for a change. No crows that I could see (or hear). No jays.

But it was a nice, brisk hike. Wintry. I stopped to check for coots at the lake, and there they were again.

The trail, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 30 October 2011.

The trail.

At the summit we met a couple with a dog named Alice, but we didn’t linger. Headed back down. Briskly, into an insistent westerly wind. No sparrows along the trailsides, just a lovely view of the hills. I moved a few wind-fallen limbs and cleared off the boardwalks.

Turning out of the lot, I spotted a small bird flitting away from the road. Sparrow? Junco? I couldn’t tell. Swing and a miss.

And coming down Route 1 near home, I caught sight of a water bird flapping crazily away in the still-blue sky. Black duck? Cormorant? Too far away to say.

Swing and a miss. Strike three.

Tonight the wind’s still high. The temperature’s in the 30s (F). And the stars are winking brightly in a wintry-seeming sky.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4:30 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Black-capped chickadee
2. White-throated sparrow
3. American coot

Elsewhere

4. American crow
5. Herring gull

Blaze, bronze, and ochre

Friday, October 28th, 2011
Beech Nut, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 28 October 2011.

Beech Nut.

It rained a little overnight, I’m pretty sure, but I’m not positive. I do know that the sun shone blazingly on the bronze landscape—blazingly and misleadingly, considering the nippy temperature. And everyone’s talking about the big, wet snowfall that supposed to arrive tomorrow night. Six or eight inches, so they say. We shall see.

Oak, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 28 October 2011.

Oak.

Got busy, got a lot done. Made a quick trip to town at the end of it all, but still early enough to enjoy the last angular sun rays that washed the ochre slopes of Beech Hill. A jovial little gang of chickadees greeted us at the parking lot. Then, at the gate, we ran into Joe, the keeper of the gate. He was planting a no-hunting sign (no hunting on the open trails) and reminded us that the season starts tomorrow (Maine residents only). I’ve already got dog’s blaze orange jacket ready to go. Jack’s jacket.

Joe and I saw three small passerines fly over. Looked like they might’ve been yellow-rumps. Or maybe finches. I couldn’t say.

On up the trail, where the oaks on the fringes wore burnt orange clothing that matched the ruddy fields. I did hear the chips of a yellow-rump then and saw the bird flutter above us before it descended into some undergrowth down the southern hillside.

A mass of coots still floated out in Chickawaukie Lake, I noticed. And it occurred to me that perhaps the pair of “small ducks” I saw headed that way a couple evenings ago might actually have belonged to that species. Their wings whistled a bit, I recall—not sure coots’ do that. I have a lot to learn yet.

A brisk wind combed the grasses at the summit and chilled my fingers. No pileated woodpecker today. Just a jay screaming somewhere down the hill.

Maple leaf, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 28 October 2011.

Maple leaf.

Tonight the stars are fairly crackling in the inky sky. Filled the humidifier. Got the heat on low. And I’m feeling ready for whatever Nature has in store.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 4:45 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Black-capped chickadee
2. Yellow-rumped warbler
3. American crow
4. American coot
5. Blue jay

Elsewhere

6. Herring gull

Pileated, revisited

Thursday, October 27th, 2011
Blueberries, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 27 October 2011.

Blueberries.

Today was one of those days where you get to working early and work straight through lunch. At least that’s what happened to me. I kind of forgot what day it was, even. Looked up at the gray sky out the window—the sky was an even, medium, unblemished gray, from horizon to horizon—and realized it was well into afternoon.

American coots (in Chickawaukie Lake), from Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 27 October 2011.

American coots in Chickawaukie Lake.

Took a quick trip with dog to town to pick up the mail. On the way, a wild turkey flew suddenly across Route 1 in front of us, and a we flushed a mourning dove from the roadside. Then I drove us away from the shore to our favorite little bald inland hill. En route, I spotted a family of mallards in a little farm pond. Crows about. And gulls.

Only a solitary hiker on the hill this cold day—and it did feel truly cold, this day, for the first time in a while—just returning to his pickup. Chickadees at the parking lot, and I heard the voice of a brown creeper. Heard the caw of a crow. As we climbed the steep slope, I heard a song sparrow’s note coming from somewhere in thicket. And again I scanned Chickie for coots (and again saw a raft of ’em down there).

Coming around the upper curve, I spotted a crow-sized bird flying above the eastern hillside, between us and the bay. Again, it flew not like a crow but like a woodpecker. Another pileated. Two days straight. I felt somehow blessed.

The calls of a jay and a yellow-rump made it eight species this trip—never mind the hint of winter in the air.

Birch, Beech Hill, Rockport, Maine, 27 October 2011.

Birch.

A hint that lingers tonight. An overcast night. Temperatures somewhere in the thirties.

Beech Hill List
Beginning at 5 p.m., I hiked the open trail.

1. Black-capped chickadee (voice)
2. Brown creeper (voice).
3. American crow (voice)
4. Song sparrow (voice)
5. American coot
6. Pileated woodpecker
7. Blue jay (voice)
8. Yellow-rumped warbler (voice)

Elsewhere

9. Herring gull
10. Wild turkey
11. Mourning dove
12. Mallard

 
Bird Report is a (sometimes intermittent) record of the birds I encounter while hiking, see while driving, or spy outside my window. —Brian Willson



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