Christmas Bird Counts

2013 Christmas Bird Counts

These annual counts provide a great excuse to get out with friends and freeze. This year was gentler, with much warmer temps and less wind than usual. But the warmer weather seemed to negatively affect the bird numbers and species diversity. I am guessing, but some of my theories are: less need for the birds to form foraging flocks and less elevational migratory movement, both behaviors due to a wider abundance of food and water sources. Regardless, I had a great time on two counts…the New River and the Mount Rogers. On Saturday the 21st, Jesse Pope and I ran the roads down along the river at Cox’s Chapel Low Water Bridge. This is Jesse’s old stomping grounds, so every bend in the road (of which there were plenty) came with a memory and story shared. We counted 39 species, with high numbers of crows and Canada geese as was expected. Among the ‘good’ finds were several white-crowned sparrows, one chipping sparrow, one yellow-bellied sapsucker, and two bald eagles seen by Aaron Floyd who was fishing inside our circle.

Yesterday, Dec. 28th, Allen Boynton’s Mount Rogers CBC crew met at the Log House in Volney for food, coffee and instructions. Notice it's still dark outside.

Dispersing from there, Rick Cavey, Jim Minick, and I headed north and west, beginning our count along Homestead Road.

Here we found our only winter wren.

In spite of the early morning cold, we dug up several species, including an unidentified buteo.

It was too distant for the kind of look any of us was confident enough to be certain of, but it was exciting to see a raptor so early in the day.

Our largest single species count…estimated at 160…was a flock of horned larks, seen in the same place as last year.

These birds are typically found in corn stubbled fields.

We tried to turn one of the larks into an American pipet, alas, to no avail.

At the Buller Fish Hatchery Jim noticed that one of the new wood duck boxes was ‘plugged up’ by something.

That something turned out to be our best bird of the day, a red-morph screech owl.

While we were sneaking up on the box to photo-document our find a great blue heron rose up from the creek and flew upstream.

Towards the end of our day, at the Fairwood Cemetery, we all heard an odd mixture of high and low screeches, which turned out to be a red-tail being properly harassed by a few crazy crows.

Moments like these are held for a long time, reminding us that stomping around in the outdoors any time of year holds its own rewards.

Scott Jackson-Ricketts

Mount Rogers Christmas Bird Count

December 19th, 2010

We met in Volney, Virginia at 8 AM to receive our assignments from Allen Boynton, the

compiler for the Mount Rogers/White Top circle. This would be the 111th annual CBC

(http://birds.audubon.org/christmas-bird-count).

In order to prepare for a CBC day in the frigid high country, one must pack the

appropriate clothes, field binoculars and scopes, energy food, water and a truckload of

humor. Mica Paluzzi, Jim Minick and I were gifted part of area five and all of area four,

(which include both lower and higher elevations), thus offering us the chance to actually

see some birds.

We set off for Sugar Grove, (taking a short side jaunt down Homestead Road and back),

where we caught back roads to Buller Fish Cultural Station, along the edge of the South

Fork of the Holston River, and earnestly began our count. Ice covered the hatchery

driveways, so we took it easy and spent most of our time on foot. At first it looked like a

bust, but perseverance paid off as we quietly watched and waited. Peering into the woods

we found a mixed flock consisting of golden-crowned kinglets, Carolina chickadees, a

tufted titmouse, one downy, a yellow-bellied sapsucker, and blue jay. We noted crows

harassing a pileated woodpecker as Mica spotted a flyover flicker. On the water we

found a dozen mallards who spooked in mass, associating any human with a gunner.

While working our way back to the road, we observed the arrival of a lone fisherman,

who flushed three great blue herons and one kingfisher, causing us some jubilation.

Deciding to inspect the marshy spots at the entrance to the hatchery proved to be a sound

idea…yielding two of both Wilson’s snipe and killdeer.

Onward. Most of the lower country covered turned out to be residential, making

conspicuous and annoying our slow driving and rubbernecking. A few times did we

receive the impression that folks were not happy sharing the road with us, or scoping out

their bird feeders. But here it was that we saw the large portion of the 36 species tallied,

including rusty blackbirds, not always expected.

Relieved to leave the human density behind, we headed to Konnorock and Fairwood

Valley, on the way stopping for lunch at an iced-in overlook. While munching on carrots

and granola bars I spied a red-tailed hawk perched above the parking lot, and we three

got a decent look as it lifted up and away.

Many of the roads were either not plowed, or simply too slippery for safe negotiation,

so we played it safe and stayed on the main road alongside Big Laurel Creek, making

several stops and short hikes. A swampy zone gave us our hermit thrush and swamp

sparrow, the swamp being a ‘lifer’ for Mica. Nearby a feeder hosted purple finches,

(another lifer for Mica), a goldfinch or two, and the needed white-breasted nuthatch. Jim

kept finding turkeys, with our first handful found on Homestead Road, and last at the

very edge of our circle. Crows and juncos were abundant…where ever a birder be, so be

a crow, or more likely, many crows. Between crows (61), white-throated sparrows (19),

dark-eyed juncos (70), blue jays (31), mallards (28), and wild turkeys (25), our count

numbers grew rapidly.

We pulled into Grindstone Campground with determined hopes of adding a red-breasted

nuthatch and brown creeper. Joining us, on their way home, was another of our circle

group whose entire day had been spent in the higher elevations. Together then, we made

an effort to find either of these little birds, and just when we were about to give up, Mica

spotted a creeper flitting from one tree to another. His keen, (young), eyesight prevailed

upon the moment.

Not being satisfied without at least one winter wren, Jim urged us to stop at a couple of

likely wren habitats…along the fast flowing creek…and finally, we succeeded not with

one but two. Deciding that we were done, I nosed the truck towards ‘home’ and just as

we were crossing the circle line, we added two bluebirds.

It needs to be said that when otherwise perfectly rational people find themselves on such

a foray as this, they begin to wonder about choosing to spend a day in such harsh climate

over, say, sitting in a chair by a fire reading a book, cup of tea in hand. In defense of

what some would insist is a temporary condition of questionable sanity I offer this. The

winter landscape in the high country is infinitely beautiful, and cannot be experienced

through calendar pictures. Nope, you gotta be there, wind in face, toes and fingers numb,

laughing out loud at the pure joy of it all.

SJR