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Bulking Up
I'm no expert, but I think steroid use at Ridgefield is getting out of control.
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Giving the Boys the Business
While her mate was singing from the tops of the cattails, this female was often out of sight down in her nest. When anything flew into her airspace, however, she popped right up and chased off the intruders. It didn’t matter if they meant her or her eggs any harm, everything from yellowthroats to wrens to sparrows to yellow-headed blackbirds got the heave ho. I spent many hours watching her little patch of the marsh and had to work quickly to get photographs of the other birds before she’d chase them off.
I found the deference shown by the yellow-headed blackbirds the most curious as they were physically larger. They’d fly over to sing, she'd immediately go after them, they’d give her a bewildered look before heading back to the quieter interior of the marsh. After a few weeks of getting hassled, one male yellow-head did return the fight and they squabbled in the air for a while. I thought the larger bird would win over the female red-wing, but her wingman (her mate) joined the fray and the yellow-head retreated to safety. |
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Mouthful
When the young are born, males spend less time vocalizing from the tops of the cattails and more time on the ground gathering food for their little ones. This male had gathered a mouthful of caterpillars but still couldn't resist the urge to call out before popping down into the nest. He kept his mouth closed and didn't extend his body like he usually would have, so I was surprised at how loud the call was.
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The Good Father
Despite the pouring rain, this male red-winged blackbird collected a beakful of bugs to take back to the nest. Both redwings and yellowheads, male and female alike, heavily worked this section of Long Lake to feed the relentless hunger of their young.
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Two techniques, both quite successful.
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Why They Go To All This Trouble
Redwings spend a lot of effort raising their young, from when they start staking out their territory, defending their nest, to feeding the hatchlings. This is the reason for all that effort, a fledgling that flew a few feet from the nest, paused for a few seconds, then flew right back to the safety of the nest. As with many species of birds, both male and female hatchlings resemble the adult female in coloration, but one look at the over-sized eyes and beak tells you this youngster hasn’t been out and about for long.
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Sleep While You Can
A white-browed fledgling grabs a quick nap in between feedings by its mother. The nap lasted literally for just seconds as at the slightest sound it was heads up and mouth open, not wanting to lose a single meal to its nearby sibling.
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Halt! Who Goes There!
I didn't make it out to Ridgefield much in early 2009 but snuck in some visits in May to enjoy one of my favorite rites of the spring, the uniformed redwings patrolling the edges of the marsh.
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Not Quite Yet
It was a bit early yet for the redwings to start staking out their territory at the edge of South Quigley Lake, my favorite spot to photograph these beautiful birds up close. Still, when I arrived at Ridgefield in the late fall with a new camera to test, I couldn't resist a shot of a blackbird near the edge. I wasn't quite quick enough and missed him in full song, in a few months he might have given me an encore performance that would give me a second chance.
But not now. Not quite yet. |
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Fortress
Watching this redwing brought back memories of a favorite activity from my childhood: building forts. Couch cushions, pillows, bedsheets — Alexander the Great couldn't have breached the strongholds we created. While this redwing didn't build his little fortress, he certainly seemed fond of playing in it. While the other males were singing and displaying from the tops of the cattails, this one spent a lot of time near the ground in the little turret at the top of the fort, occasionally hopping around to various other parts to survey the landscape, before returning to peer out from on high.
I'm not sure if his fort impressed the ladies, but it made me instantly jealous. Do I still build forts? No, of course not, I'm all grown up now. The cushions were like that when I found them. |