The floor of the forest clearing exploded with a dozen gray bits of matter shooting out in all directions. Flashes of white told me it was a flock of juncos. But what had frightened them into fleeing?
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"Hon, I'm off to the sewage-treatment plant."
With the onset of cooler weather, the bird feeders hanging outside my window are seeing a lot more action.
Have you ever seen a swimming chicken?
Just 37 shopping days until Christmas and I've got some ideas for your list.
Lena Gallitano was riding her bicycle along a Raleigh greenway. An avid birder, Gallitano was listening to the birds sing as she pedaled. The birds were quite vocal since they were just starting their nesting season.
"…an odd subculture in our midst."
"I saw a rose-breasted grosbeak at my feeder today."
The fascination with birds and birding is usually an evolutionary process. It starts with putting up a bird feeder. Then you buy a pair of binoculars. And before you know it, you're planning a trip to Outer Mongolia, where you'll sleep in a yurt and live on yak milk for a week while searching for some rare, sand-colored bird in a sand-colored desert.
The bird of prey approached from the north in the late afternoon shadows. Its flight had been direct and unwavering, but then the bird paused. It started to circle high above the rocky pinnacle. Suddenly, it dived into the tree line. The peregrine falcon, the fastest bird in the world, had spied a potential meal on top of Pilot Mountain. Soon, it was up again, talons empty. But what a sight to behold. Still hungry, the bird moved on.
A strange voice came to me across an Indiana cornfield: ka-ka-ka- ka-ka-ka kow-kow-kow-kow. “That’s a rain crow,” my grandmother said. “That means it’s gonna rain tonight.”
There isn't much water in Salem Lake this summer. Dam construction makes the western half of the lake look like a bomb crater, and the eastern half is reduced to a gentle stream. Without any boating, fishing or pretty scenery, maybe you've looked elsewhere for summer exercise. Yet, what lacks beauty to us may be a bit of heaven for migrating shorebirds and wading birds.
The flight of a hummingbird caught my eye as the bird wove through the trees in my backyard. It paused to hover long enough for me to get my binoculars on it. It was a female, and I could see her bill opening wide and closing again.
Local Audubon members got to know Ferenc Domoki when he came from Hungary to do genetic research at Wake Forest University Baptist Medical Center.
Sunrise comes early in Arizona.
"Night is coming and day is done.
What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think of a swamp?
I don't enjoy running. But it's good cross-training for my other exercise, so two or three days a week I hit the trails at Winston-Salem's Shaffner Park and Silas Creek Greenway.
On an August morning when the weather forecast in Winston-Salem promised 92 degrees and 92 percent humidity — along with the continuation of a drought — I got up early, put on several layers of clothing, a wool hat, mittens and rain gear. I was in the wilds of Alaska.
March is now gone. If you're like me, the journey toward warm weather and spring color seems to take forever.
The Yadkin River flows past Winston-Salem, forms the eastern boundaries of Yadkin, Davie, Davidson, Rowan and Stanley counties, and is joined below Badin Lake by the Uwharrie to form the Pee Dee River.
It was a cold day. The activity at my feeders was frenetic, with fluttering finches, cardinals, sparrows, doves. Then — flash — the big bird swooped in, and the others scattered. The young Cooper's hawk sat on my forsythia with a quizzical expression. How did they get away?
To the uninitiated, it might seem that winter would be the slow season for birding. The birds have flown south; not much to see around here.
The big bird soars silently overhead in ever-wider circles. Half a dozen crows take notice and pursue, cawing loudly to alert all that will listen, "There's a danger present! Beware!"
Today is the annual Audubon Christmas Bird Count in Forsyth County. Counters are likely to see 75 to 85 species. But throughout the year, area birders regularly report more than 200 species. And, over the years, more than 280 species have been documented. Obsessive birders like me are always looking for that rare visitor. Keeping with another year-end tradition, here is our Best of 2010 for Forsyth County.
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