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Subject: Petition to help protect birds
From: "Allison Wells" <awells(AT)nrcm.org>
Date: 16 Apr 2008 6:50am
Hi, Chatters,
There is a petition initiated by the Boreal Songbird Initiative and
other bird conservation groups working to protect the boreal forest
("America's bird nursery") that you may want to sign.
The link to the site where I signed this petition is below:
http://saveourborealbirds.org/
Allison Wells
Senior Director, Public Affairs
Natural Resources Council of Maine
3 Wade Street
Augusta, ME 04330
(207) 622-3101 Ext. 280
www.nrcm.org
If you love Maine, help protect it - become a member today!
Help protect the nature of Maine. Become a member today!
http://www.nrcm.org/giveagift.asp
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Subject: Roger Tory Peterson
From: "Bill Saur" <bsaur(AT)earthlink.net>
Date: 16 Apr 2008 8:17am
Folks:
If you are interested, I did some research and wrote an article on Roger
Tory Peterson's self-described most exciting birding experience. It is
posted here:
http://thepassionatebirder.blogspot.com
The one he chose as his most exciting is, as you would imagine, spectacular,
but the three runners-up I thought were incredible as well. This was a fun
article to do.
Regards,
Bill Saur
DeForest, Wisconsin
USA
mailto:bsaur(AT)earthlink.net
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Subject: Re:Roger Tory Peterson
From: "pauloboute" <pauloboute(AT)uol.com.br>
Date: 16 Apr 2008 11:24am
Hello!
Well, I think it would be appropriate to share the following article from Dr.
Roger Tory Peterson:
DOGGY BAGS FOR BIRDS by Roger Tory Peterson in
May/June 1991, Bird Watcher’s Digest
Caracaras and black vultures eating boiled rice?
Rails and barbets gulping down leftover
spaghetti? If we ourselves find these items of
food palatable, why shouldn't they? When we are
feeding birds we are so imprinted by the
traditional suet, sunflower seed, and cracked com
formula, designed for woodpeckers, chickadees,
cardinals and finches, that we seldom try
anything else. At a fish camp in the Okavango in
Africa, little black crakes and two kinds of
barbets came to the feeding tray to finish off
the spaghetti we had not eaten. I am sure that
robins would love spaghetti, so why not put it out for them?
In this short article I shall expand on that
idea and would welcome any far-out observations of your own for my files.
To birds, the most important thing is food; and
as an obsessed bird photographer I find that if
any bird-whether a heron, shorebird, or duck-is
giving all of its attention to catching things,
I can cautiously approach much closer than I
could otherwise. If the bird is just standing
there, nervously aware of me sneaking up with a
big lens that stares at it like the huge round
eye of some monocular monster, off it goes. But
if swarms of little fish or shrimp are commanding
its attention I can shoot a whole roll.
'Tween Waters Inn at Captiva is where I stay when
I am photographing at my favorite birding
hotspot in Florida, the Ding Darling National
Wildlife Refuge. Down by the boat dock there are
four herons, each one a different species, which regard the place as their own.
The smallest and oldest heron is a little blue,
an adult, which has been around the dock for at
least eight years. It has never bred, and is so
dependent on the leftover bait that the fishermen
give it, often by hand, that it probably could
not make it on its own. A bum? Not really. Its
contribution is aesthetic and educational. Many
of the weekend tourists would otherwise never see
a little blue if they didn't take the loop around
the nearby Ding Darling. Hundreds of people have
taken this bird's picture, and Sir Peter Scott
commented when I introduced him to the little darling: "How sweet!"
Next lowest on the Ardeidae family totem pole at
'Tween Waters is a snowy egret, nearly the size
of the little blue but with its plumed finery a
bit more of a showoff. These two little fellows
in turn give pride of place to an elegant great
egret that strides the rails ofthe yachts, then
comes in to get bits and pieces after the
cleaning board has been hosed down. But the real
action occurs while the fish are being gutted;
the resident great blue heron with its murderous
bill dominates the squabbling pelicans. If
another great blue flies past it is quickly chased away by numero uno.
Up and down the coast, nearly every boat dock
or waterside estate has its own heron or pelican
that regards the place as its own. These birds
claim avian rights, and if they get a handout so much the better. Why refuse?
In Audubon's day, should a pelican come within
stone's throw of a pier it risked being hit by a
rock. Today people throw fish. I recall the
immature brown pelican that walked into the fish
market on the waterfront at Venice, Florida, and
stood right in front of the counter!
Is such behavior counterproductive? Will such
birds ever be able to take care of themselves?
Most of their kind will lead normal lives if we
do not destroy their environment. On the other
hand, these few human-oriented individuals give
people great pleasure and are often the first
introduction many people have to the natural world.
Storks can become almost as trusting as herons,
as I learned in Captiva. On one of the canals an
elderly resident, a Mr. Howell, feeds some of the
local wood storks. Each day as many as 20 or more
walk up from the water's edge and wait in the
garden until he appears at precisely 4:30. While
they gather round he tosses small fish. There is
a scramble and a lot of flapping for each fish.
While I watched, one bird even tried to walk into his living room.
At a fishing camp in the Pantanal, in southern
Brazil, the jabirus, those strange storks with
swollen necks, sponge off the fishermen, who
toss them those fish that are too small to keep.
It was in the Pantanal, a horizontal landscape
of swampy islands and waterways in southern
Brazil, that I witnessed the caracaras eating
boiled rice. I was with Victor Emanuel and his tour group.
The caracaras were not the only . birds that
gorged themselves on the soggy goodies. As we
left the table after lunch in the open-air dining
room, Brazilian cardinals, gray with red
topknots, flew in and perched on the teacups and
saucers. Birds of other sorts flocked in to eat
the leftover rice that the cook dumped on the
sidewalk outside. Not only did cardinals by the
dozen make short work of the white stuff, but
also lesser finches, blackbirds, a jay or two,
and, surprisingly, kiskadee flycatchers and even
guira cuckoos. One Muscovy duck, apparently a
wild bird, shoveled things down with its flat
bill, ignoring the half dozen black vultures
that were also getting their share. But the
unreal thing was to see the caracaras; I counted
19 at one time, some so close that I could get
frame-filling head shots showing every wart on
their naked red faces. On the Kissimmee prairie
in Florida I would have been lucky to get a
distant shot with my 600 millimeter lens and its 1:4 extender.
We know that caracaras are opportunistic
scavengers, but why rice? My guide, young Paulo,
said that until recently a great deal of poaching
had gone on in the Pantanal. Many caymans, the
crocodilian reptiles that swim among the lily
pads, were killed illegally for their hides. Once
skinned, the bloody carcasses were left for
scavengers. With such a dependable supply of
food, caracaras prospered, raising plenty of
young. But now that restrictions on poaching have
tightened and ecotourism is on the rise there are
very few cayman carcasses. A good percentage of
the rice-eating caracaras are immatures,
probably inexperienced birds hard put to make a living.
In my recent column about New Zealand I
reported seeing on Kapiti Island an unusual
feeding devicea slim carved trough about four
feet long and several inches deep which held
sweetened water. This brought in the kakas, the
strange endemic parrots that were formerly more
widespread in New Zealand. Noisy and incredibly
tame, they even accepted prunes from us when we offered them.
Tuis, iridescent blackish birds with a strange
hairdo and two white tufts dangling from the
throat, also took their turn at the trough. We
should experiment with troughs like these, with
sugar-laced water. I am sure orioles would
patronize them as would tanagers and grosbeaks.
In the nearby woods at Kapiti, wekas, which are
flightless rails, would take bits of cheese from
the hand, and so would one-but only one-of the
saddlebacks, an endangered New Zealand endemic.
What I would suggest is that we use more
imagination in our efforts to attract birds.
Let's get beyond the white-breasted nuthatch level.
BRAZIL GUIDE
To the editor: (in July/Aug 1992 Bird Watcher’s Digest)
Dr. Roger Tory Peterson sent me a copy of your
May/June 1991 issue, [in which he] made mention
of my guidance during his visit to the Pantanal.
As he says, I am young (28), but I decided
already to dedicate my life to birds. So if any
of your readers are coming to the Pantanal, I
will be glad to show the best places for bird
watching.
Paulo Boute.
WWW.BOUTE-EXPEDITIONS.COM
BLOG: http://brazilianpioneerbirder.wordpress.com/
pauloboute(AT)hotmail.com (Alternate)
Tel.: +55 79 32231791 / + 55 65 3686 2231
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