7:11AM: Departing Longshore Lake neighborhood, Dad spotted
two rabbits on someone’s front lawn. He correctly identified them as rabbits,
and was quite proud.
7:15AM: Grandpa makes a pun about bats.
7:19AM: Dad spots an anhinga on a pipe and attempts to
pronounce the bird’s species.
7:22AM: Dad correctly identifies a pelican on a billboard.
7:30AM: We inquire about why our desitnation is called
“Corkscrew Swamp.” Katy uses her smarty-phone to discover that it is because
the swamp is a part of the “Corkscrew Watershed.” Very helpful.
7:43AM: Arrive at Corkscrew Swamp. Greeted by a large group
of common grackles.
Ready to go see some birds (photo: Mike Pirtle)
8:01AM: After walking the Corkscrew Swamp boardwalk for
nearly fifteen minutes without seeing a single bird, Katy spots a great egret.
Dad still believes this bird is called a great “in grit.”
Great egret (photo: Mike Pirtle)
8:04AM: We spot a yellow-crowned night heron, sitting
contentedly on a branch above the water.
8:11AM: Between the four of us, we finally figure out how to
get Grandpa’s spotting scope assembled and pointed at the night heron. We are
able to get a great look at this bird, funny-feathered crown, expressive red
eye, and all. Katy perfects the art of digi-scoping in one try.
Yellow-crowned night heron (photo: Katy Pirtle)
8:17AM: Dad identifies another egret flying overhead. When
asked what it was, he says it was “the white one.”
8:18AM: Apparently this perch is quite desirable, because a
second yellow-crowned night heron flies in and after a brief scuffle, displaces
the one we were watching.
8:25AM: Further down the boardwalk, we see a white ibis,
contentedly grazing in the water, close enough that we could touch it.
White ibis (photo: Mike Pirtle)
8:27AM: Just beyond the ibis, we see three female anhingas
perched above one another on a branch. There are also three males scattered
throughout the trees in this area. The only think more awkward than watching
these birds try to get up out of the water and onto a branch is listening to my
dad try and pronounce the word “anhinga.”
Two female anhingas (photo: Mike Pirtle)
8:28AM: Katy swears she saw a water snake.
8:29AM: A red-shouldered hawk (the Florida subspecies of course!) bursts noisily through the
vegetation with something long and skinny in its talons. Was it a snake or a stick?
8:30AM: Katy notices two vultures perched in a distant tree.
One has a red head, clearly a turkey vulture, and the other has a dark head. I
am unsure whether this second vulture is a black vulture or a juvenile turkey
vulture. After a brief consultation with David Sibley about the shape of
vulture heads, I decided that it is indeed a black vulture!
Turkey vulture and black vulture (photo: Katy Pirtle)
8:37AM: Katy identifies an alligator. Grandpa confirms that
it is not actually an alligator, but a stump, or as identified by him, a
“stumpigator.”
8:50AM: After nearly 25 minutes in the same spot, Dad
reminds us that we should probably move on, since we have a flight to catch at
6.
8:52AM: Just past the anhingas, we see a little blue heron.
It is intently staring into the water, carefully taking steps so as not to
disturb whatever it is that it’s watching, much the same way we act when
watching a bird. After a couple minutes, it strikes, pulling a small fish out
of the water. Yum.
Little blue heron (photo: Mike Pirtle)
8:56AM: Katy notices a pretty flower.
9:05AM: Dad notices some leaves with a lot of white
splotches on them. He wonders why the birds seem to be leaving droppings on
these few particular leaves and we postulate that there is a nest above them.
Shortly thereafter, we notice an anhinga perched over a similarly whitewashed
leaf. Grandpa postulates that this anhinga has an upset stomach.
9:06AM: Our second little blue heron sighting, this one with
a giant crayfish in its beak. We watch as it picks it up, puts it down, picks
it up a different way, and tries to figure out how its going to consume its
prize catch.
Little blue heron with a crayfish (photo: Mike Pirtle)
9:14AM: At Lettuce Lakes, we see a juvenile white ibis,
beginning to molt into its adult plumage.
9:17AM: Dad notices another great egret (“ingrit”) in
flight, calling as it flies over our heads. With each call, the bird extends
its neck all the way out.
9:21AM: Our first mammal sighting! A raccoon balances along
the handrail of the boardwalk, before jumping into the water in search of
anything edible.
Raccoon (photo: Katy Pirtle)
9:22AM: Am I hearing sandhill cranes or am I going crazy?!
9:39AM: Another mysterious sound continues to elude me, a
soft, whining. After much searching, I discover the culprit – a squirrel! I’ve
never heard a squirrel sound anything like this – this is a weird place.
Squirrel (photo: Mike Pirtle)
9:45AM: Grandpa spots a stump that looks like a partridge.
It is not in a pear tree.
9:52AM: Five white ibis, three adults and two juveniles, all
grazing together!
9:54AM: We see another (or the same?) red-shouldered hawk
perched in a tree, making loud screeching calls. We watch as it grabs a branch
and proceeds to pull it right off the tree. Then it takes off and perches in a
nest in a nearby tree. Why are red-shouldered hawks building (or maintaining?)
a nest? Seems a little early.
The underside view of a FL subspecies red-shouldered hawk (photo: Mike Pirtle)
9:59AM: We notice a second red-shouldered hawk doing the
same thing – it grabs a stick, flies to a nearby branch, and then just chills
for awhile before dropping the stick, which falls all the way to the ground
below. We imagine this hawk’s mate being quite disappointed as it comes home
with no stick.
Red-shouldered hawk with a stick (photo: Mike Pirtle)
10:10AM: The number of tourists on the boardwalk are
increasing steadily. Our choice to go birding as early as the swamp was opened
was clearly a wise decision.
10:16AM: Dad notices a mysterious, small bird in a dead
tree. I can tell it is a warbler and take careful note of its fieldmarks:
yellow eye-stripe, subtle streaking on the chest, bright yellow undertail
coverts, with black and white rectrices. A quick flip through Sibley yields no
suitable results for me.
Lookin' at a warbler (photo: Mike Pirtle)
10:25AM: Back at the visitor center, I peek into a Peterson
Warbler field guide at the gift shop and, thanks to the unique undertail
coverts and rectrices, identify our mystery warbler as a palm warbler! Our last
bird of the day and, quite possibly, the last new species I will add to my 2013
bird list.
11:04AM: Driving back into Longshore Lake neighborhood, we
see some Muscovy ducks on the lake. Grandpa articulates what we’re all
thinking: “they’re ugly as sin!”
