As we headed off the cape, we realized we would need to come back again and explore the non-cape side of this area.....maybe next weekend.
Enjoy....Sheila
viewpoints on nature, photography and other stuff by Sheila Carroll
As we prowled around the parking lots, a group of birders went back along the road and spotted the bird perched in a small cedar tree about 1/10 of a mile south of the main entrance road into the campground.
The bird fed for a while and then headed into a nearby thicket....
and then popped back to the cedar tree, where he stayed perched for all to see. Everyone present had great looks at the bird over the course of about 30 minutes -- clearly a very cooperative bird and not at all like the little skulkers they can be.
A spin around the campground didn't bring any surprises in terms of crossbills or Snowy Owls, and the boat ramp seemed unusually quiet -- maybe due to the dredging that appeared to be going on during the workweek.
We did get the usual gang of seals out on the disappearing rocks as the tide came in. And if you enlarge the photo you can see a Dunlin hanging out with the leftmost seal.
Further down the island (right across from Plumbush) Mark spotted a Kestral sitting on a feeder in someone's backyard. As we turned around to see if we could get photos, the bird jumped down on the ground and started to dig in the grasses....obviously having seen or heard something of interest (in the it's almost lunchtime sense.)
We watched the bird for about 10 minutes as it continued to (unsuccessfully) pursue it's prey....
before flying off to the nearby phone lines.
The bird truly seemed perplexed as she tried to figure out whether or not to try again. We don't know what she decided, since we left as other birders came along and stopped to see what we were looking at.
As we travelled up-river to the Towle factory, we were hoping for eagles, or Barrow's or even unusual gulls -- but things were definitely on the quiet side. We had some small flocks of Common Goldeneye, but nothing we could even try to make into a Barrow's.
So having spent a good morning, we decided to head back down 495. Along the way I did pull off the shoulder to take a photo of the big red dog with the bone cutoff that stands in a field near Haverhill.
And we had a good representation of Hooded Mergansers this late in the season.
You really need to enlarge these photos and then compare them to the Savannahs to appreciate the differences in coloring and size.
The variation among Savannahs can be seen....
but when you compare it to an Ipswich it's really obvious.
Even from the back the rump color gives it away. I was thrilled to get some really close shots of this very cooperative bird.
As we headed back up Sconticut Neck we took our usual detour out to West Island. The thickets right before the last turn to the beach can often hold great wintering land birds. But it can be a tough existence for Cardinals this far out.
It was so frustrating to walk a little, then the bird flew a little, then I walked a little, he flew a little....and we kept this up for about 15 minutes.
I was able to get some great shots and hopefully this will provide enough documentation for the current "powers that be" to convince them we really had this bird.
Of course, we wanted to double and triple-check to make sure it was an American Pipit and not something even more unusual.
But American Pipit it was!
Going to the north end of West Island along Dogwood Road, we were able to scan all of Round and North Coves and the surrounding marshes in the hopes of finding a Snowy or Short-eared Owl.
But when it passed by quite close it was obviously a Northern Harrier hunting the marshes.