Chickadees Three…by Brad Marks

January is the time when the word Midwest becomes Latin for “find your mittens”. Lucky for us, some Mesopotamian genius in the 4th millennium solved this problem by strategically placing a sturdy stick between two cylindrical objects and soon after, “Snowbirds” was being etched on cave walls. Of course, now we have fancy glamping portable homes sitting on those rolling contraptions making this human migration far more pleasant. Pleasant being a relative word as our annual trek hasn’t exactly gone as planned. We go south to shed the layers of clothing, this year we are adding them thanks to a band of frigid air riding shotgun to Arizona – and now we might be greeted with the fluffy white crap looming near week’s end. Damn you Mr. Snow Miser (link here)! While we get this setback sorted out, Brad is going to jump in and bring us his first post of the new year. Let’s hope he found his mittens. 

Welcome to 2024 Brad, take it away…

As birders all know, the little birds are the hardest to catch successfully.  They blend into the trees.  Little birds tend to be spastic.  But they have some great calls and fantastic colors.  Little birds are also very rewarding if you are able to capture photographs of them sitting still for a millisecond, or 1/1000th of a second for those thinking in photographic terms. 

Todays’ three subjects have similar calls, but they are different enough to get your attention and all come from different parts of the country

Chickadees by Brad Marks

Black-capped Chickadees (Poecile atricapillus) have a three- or four-toned call with different notes.  The three-note call (Chick-a-dee) has the first note being the highest, the second a fifth lower and the third up a half-tone from the first (sounds like the last three notes from Close Encounters).  Their four-note call (Chick-a-dee-dee) is a series of two notes repeated, but about a half octave apart.  Most of the Black-caps near us use the three-note version, and this one from our back yard in central Illinois is no exception.  This is the first bird call our daughter Allyson learned to recognize and tried to imitate when she was about four years old.

Hit the jump to learn more about the Black-capped’s kinfolk.

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A Carolina in Georgia

Finally getting around to processing the rest of the shots form our birding trip to Georgia back in (looking down in shame) May of 2015.  You at least have to give me some credit for trying to muscle through the incredible backlog.  Truthfully, there is a reason I’ve been actively hesitant – is that a thing, let’s go with intentionally slow to get to this trip.  One of the main reasons is I f’d up while out in the field there and almost got myself seriously injured.  I’ve had a few experiences where I’ve skipped a few heartbeats due to something unexpected happening.  One of those times was seeing Ron’s head almost smashed with a steel door.  On a personal front, I came way to close to dangerous wildlife in the swamps of Georgia thanks to looking down my glass while walking and not watching the created void in front of me.  I’ll get to that in a future post, but thought I’d start with a picture I took while I was heading out into the swamp.
Raven in Georgia May 2015

That’s our youngest, Raven.  I laughed to myself when I saw this image come through the digital darkroom.  He’s as cute as it gets, but has a serious attitude: “Hey, do you really think you are going to leave me here while you go off and play in the woods!?!  Get your ass back here now.”  Good thing that cockiness serves him well while competing in the agility ring – he also knows I’m a pushover for ear licks.

Guess I better get to the featured bird for today’s post.  My shots are a bit weak for this series, but it is a +1 so I have to go with what I was able to get in the tin.
Carolina Chickadee found in Georgia May 2015

Hit the jump to see a few more mediocre shots if a bird I thought Ron didn’t have yet.

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