In my thirty-something days of Maine hikes with dog so far, I’ve noticed a few differences in the bird populations from when we moved to Utah in the summer of 2019. For one thing, a Prairie Warbler—once an uncommon (but thrilling) visitor to Beech Hill—has claimed its territory. Clearly global warming has brought this species farther north.
For another thing, after hearing Scarlet Tanagers weeks earlier than usual, I have yet to see one. Have they moved through? Are they nesting already? Will I see fledglings?
Meanwhile, I’ve encountered no Black-throated Blue Warbler. My favorite wood-warbler, I miss seeing and hearing this lovely looking (and sounding) bird. Very few waxwings also. And of course there was that Summer Tanager a couple weeks ago.
But it’s still a bit early yet. I’ll get a better idea once fledglings emerge. Another miracle to look forward to.
Beech Hill List Beginning at 7:30 a.m., I hiked most trails.
1. Red-eyed Vireo** 2. Ovenbird** 3. Eastern Phoebe* 4. Black-throated Green Warbler (v) 5. Common Yellowthroat 6. Veery (v) 7. American Goldfinch 8. Red-breasted Nuthatch (v) 9. American Crow* (v) 10. American Redstart** (v) 11. Chestnut-sided Warbler** 12. Black-capped Chickadee** (v) 13. Gray Catbird* 14. Alder Flycatcher 15. Eastern Towhee 16. Tufted Titmouse (v) 17. Eastern Wood-pewee 18. Black-and-white Warbler (v) 19. Yellow Warbler 20. Black-billed Cuckoo (v) 21. American Woodcock† 22. Song Sparrow* 23. Tree Swallow 24. Osprey 25. Chipping Sparrow 26. Prairie Warbler 27. House Wren 28. Turkey Vulture 29. Rose-breasted Grosbeak (v) 30. Northern Parula (v) 31. Field Sparrow (v) 32. Broad-winged Hawk 33. American Robin (v) 34. Northern Cardinal** (v)
Elsewhere
35. Mallard 36. European Starling 37. Herring Gull 38. Rock Pigeon 39. Double-crested Cormorant
(v) Voice only *Also elsewhere **Voice only elsewhere †First-of-year
In fast, efficient summer, new things happen every day. Today, most conspicuous (to me), was the blooming of the milkweed. A week ago, the only milkweed I saw were very young plants, but now they’re full grown, everywhere, and blooming.
Also, more birds are moving around—and others have disappeared. No Tree Swallows for several days now. No chippies in the spruce grove. Yellowthroats frantically feeding. And catbirds. And towhees. And Yellow Warblers.
Day lilies popping up all over the place. And a new dragonfly every day, seems like.
Never a dull moment at this time of year.
Beech Hill List Beginning at 8 a.m., I hiked the open trail.
A sunny, warm, kind of glorious morning. Spring at last. A breeze rose in the fully-fledged trees, and the resulting hush obscured some birdsong—but I heard enough (and saw enough) to have a happy hike with dog.
Portrait of chestnut-sided Warbler.
Happiest occurrence: A Black-billed Cuckoo zipped up to a branch directly in front of us along the wooded trail and posed for photos. I rarely get to photograph these shy birds.
Back home, a curiosity: the call of a kingfisher where I’d never heard one before. Weird.
Beech Hill List Beginning at 8 a.m., I hiked the open trail.
