Seward, Alaska
RUFOUS HUMMINGBIRD activity has dramatically increased at my single feeder. For the past month, I sometimes wondered if I even had hummers, and then only saw one occasionally. This past week, I have enjoyed watching frequent visits by two youngsters and possibly the mom.
One checked out the orange rim of the basketball hoop, and when satisfied it was not a food source, zoomed through the netting, an expert flyer. Often, two tangoed in a mid-air dispute over feeder access. Mostly, one sits and sips quietly, tanking up.
A brilliantly blue young STELLER’S JAY flew in, downy feathers still sticking up here and there. It snagged some chunks of suet and flew off.
A zippy Red Squirrel scurried around my flower pots, gleaning fallen sunflower seeds from a nearby mostly empty feeder. When it paused, I took a few photos through the window. Pests though they can be and predators of birds, it did look cute.
However, when I magnified the photos on my computer, I saw that this squirrel has had a tough time. A bird, possibly a Magpie, had pecked a wound on the top of its head and taken a chunk out of its left ear. A tick, a native species appropriately named the squirrel tick, attacked its right ear. I felt sorry for it and did not begrudge the few seeds it found.
Later, I tried to rescue a baby VARIED THRUSH, recently fledged, from an attacking BLACK-BILLED MAGPIE. The poor baby was trapped against a chain-link fence, suffering wounds. I shooed away the Magpie and the baby squeezed though the fence for a temporary respite.
I wonder if local songbird declines are due in part to higher numbers of resident predators like red squirrels, ermine, Magpies, Steller Jays, American Crows, Ravens, and Eagles. They are very, very good at picking off babies.
I finally saw two very young Eaglets in the enormous nest at Fourth of July Beach. There may be more but their camouflage brown coloration made them hard to see. The mom stood in the nest, then she dove down to the ocean and in a flash, returned with a fish! Easy as picking up a fast food order! She ripped it into bites for her eager babies.
In the quiet evening, the all-night ROBIN serenaded from the top of a spruce; the flute-like, peaceful notes of a HERMIT THRUSH cascaded down in the distance. A FOX SPARROW sang from the side yard, joined by an ORANGE-CROWNED WARBLER and an enthusiastic but not musical PINE SISKIN. As bird songs diminish, these late songsters are greatly appreciated.
Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter
