On Saturday due to a last minute location change, I met up with my birding partner-in-crime at the Celery Farm, first visited a few weeks ago (written up here.).
What ebird has shown to be a promising hotspot didn’t hold for the day. It was remarkably quiet. Granted, the morning was cool. We did a quick loop around. We hoped for Common Nighthawks and American Bitterns, but came up with Vultures and Vireos instead.
However it was a good morning for improving our birding by ear. Although after a stretch of several days hard birding (or at least early birding), we were both feeling it. She and I both had new calls to listen for and exchanged many a bleary and befuddled look of “I-knew-that-call-yesterday,-but-can’t-recall-it-today….”
Early into the loop, we heard the exciting dee-dee-dee-dee song of the blackpoll. Upon “developing” the photo in lightroom, it appears our warbler did a switcheroo with a chickadee.
At the far side of the loop, I stopped abruptly when I heard “fitz-phew”. I climbed on something that made me taller (it was metal and held my weight, so it didn’t garner any additional attention). I scanned into the sun-drenched branches until I found my prey:
A Willow Flycatcher, hanging out, at the water’s edge where a willow could grow. A moment later, a Red-winged Blackbird took it’s place and we couldn’t relocate it although it continued to call.
With the farm being a bust, we headed over to a pond called Zabreski which had a generated a RBA featuring a Barrow’s Goldeneye, but that bird was long gone. So, disappointed, we called it a day and parted ways with fevered promise to try our luck on the morrow.