
Last Sunday (OK, I'm a week behind ALREADY...) I went out on a trip to Falmouth as part of the birding classes taught at Broad Meadow Brook. The weather was just fantastic and we had a ton of great sightings. But, three encounters really stuck out: on hopefully, one comical, and one tragic.
I'll start with the hopeful. We saw
Osprey after Osprey on the trip. One particular location had 5 birds all interacting; picking out nests, fighting off rivals, etc. I was even able to get some relatively nice pictures. This is absolutely amazing to anyone who knows the
story of the species. Due mostly to the use of DDT to control insects (
which didn't work) the Osprey population plummeted in the 50's and 60's. In 1963 there were only 11 nesting pairs in Massachusetts. Now there are over 350. To me, this shows that species can recover from devastating reductions to their gene pool. Its not always the case obviously but at least there should always be hope.
The second memorable experience was finding a
Meadow Vole eating the grass in a small dune next to a parking lot. This guy was really bold... or very hungry. He never went underground but when I got too close he would scamper to a new location (which reminded me of a whack-a-mole game). The funniest part was that he always used the pathways that allowed him to move under the snow during the winter.
Finally, the bad news. In the middle of the day we happened upon a Fox. I can't tell what species since it was in an advances state of
mange. He looked really horrible. His hair on his tail was all gone which made him look like an oversized rat. I've been told that the population of foxes on the Cape tends to have a boom-bust cycle (I think it every 7 years). The disease explodes thru the population and wipes a lot of the animals out. Those that remain have plenty of prey and the population recovers until it hits the next critical size.
Seeing this animal in such a bad state was really sad. It made me think about the state of mind that an organism must be in when it realizes that its not going to survive and there's nothing that it can do about it. Maybe I'm just anthropomorhizing. Regardless, I hope the fox makes it to the next boom.
Trip List:
Birds - Red-throated Loon, Common Loon, Pied-billed Grebe, Horned Grebe, Northern Gannet, Double-crested Cormorant, Mute Swan, Canada Goose, Brant, Mallard, American Black Duck, Ring-necked Duck, Greater Scaup, Lesser Scaup, Common Eider, Long-tailed Duck, Black Scoter, Surf Scoter, White-winged Scoter, Common Goldeneye, Bufflehead, Red-breasted Merganser, Turkey Vulture, Osprey, Northern Harrier, Cooper's Hawk, Red-tailed Hawk, Bonaparte's Gull, Mourning Dove, Belted Kingfisher, Downy Woodpecker, Northern Flicker, Eastern Phoebe, Great Crested Flycatcher, Tree Swallow, Golden-crowned Kinglet, Carolina Wren, Northern Mockingbird, American Robin, Black-capped Chickadee, Tufted Titmouse, White-breasted Nuthatch, Blue Jay, American Crow, House Finch, American Goldfinch, Yellow-rumped Warbler, Pine Warbler, Palm Warbler, Song Sparrow, Swamp Sparrow, White-throated Sparrow, Northern Cardinal, Red-winged Blackbird, Common Grackle, Brown-headed Cowbird
[Many thanks to Mark Lynch for leading the trip and letting me use his list]