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WORDS ON BIRDS Green Heron Nest Highlights Breeding Bird Survey The rainy weather this past week has put a damper on our Breeding Bird Atlasing efforts this past week. We are hoping that this weekend's sunshine will help us discover more nesting birds for our survey. In the meantime, I thought that I would share with you, again, Doug Chickering's story of a special nest he discovered a couple of years ago: “As is our custom, Lois Cooper and I went out on our Independence Day sweep. This birding day is a tradition we have observed since we have been together, and something I have been doing since before that. We adhere to the Marquis of Queensbury rules (i.e. we have to actually see a bird to count it) and therefore the numbers are not as impressive as others we have seen for this time of year posted on the this forum. By the end of the day we had seen 73 species. Not a record for us, but quite respectable. Even though the dust on the Plum Island road south of Hellcat was inconvenient and the Beach Weasels a little annoying, the day had some real good birds and one absolutely extraordinary event .
“However, the event of the day took place off island, in Newbury. Earlier in the year we had seen two green herons at Ice House Pond which drew my interest because I had been told by someone who's opinion I trust, that green heron had nested there last year. It is in my Atlas Block so I have visited here more than once this year. I have carefully searched the trees at the edge of the water looking for a nest, and did so again today. All to no avail. We had actually come over to see if we could find a black-crowned night heron, for we had seen a juvenal here recently. “We were about to leave when Lois called my attention to a green heron that she caught sight of as it flew over the pond and into the trees. We picked it up perched in the trees and followed it as it moved up and over to a ragged half dead birch tree and as it jumped up to a cluster of twigs. I had already given this tangle of dead branches a close look -- so I thought -- and had moved past them. Now as we looked again we saw that there was something alive in the detritus; that it was, in reality, a green heron nest.
“Lois and I had never seen green heron chicks before. By far the singular memorable event I have witnessed in an Atlas Block that has been otherwise rather uneventful.” Steve Grinley |