


7/25/11
Missing, needs to be reconstructed.
7/18/11
  
We came up with 12 species, a very reasonable 
total for week 29 (the median is 11) but a stolid 
4 below the record of 16.  
See the plots at 
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/bird_data/species_time.html
and 
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/bird_data/two_plots.htm 
Had we been counting 
butterflies and dragonflies, we would have had a 
great walk total. We saw a lot of whites, a 
couple sulfurs, west coast ladies, swallowtails, 
and a gulf fritillary.  I'm sure we would also 
have noticed many smaller species had we been 
looking very hard (I did notice some skippers) 
but, alas, the butterflies count only as 
flickering minuets as they color the day.
To me, the walks are really all about the journey 
but, usually in a walk report, you find some 
trumpeting call over the appearance of a rare for 
Caltech bird or, perhaps, a relatively more 
common bird flushed to prominence through a 
terrific look. This week, the journey held no 
such obvious virtuoso.  Our Cooper's Hawk, though 
a nicely framed and lighted flyby view, was all 
too brief.  The identification of the lesser 
goldfinches was both visually and vocally 
competent but neither was inspired and writing 
about a three second aerial view of rock pigeons 
flying across California Boulevard seems more 
than a little excessive.  So, instead, I lift a 
paean to the bushtit.  This is, I think, a badly 
underappreciated bird.  I've seen birders in 
other places walking along in a huddled little 
flock that stops suddenly as one of them sees a 
small bird rustling about in a bush.  At first, 
they are all very attentive, each trying to 
determine the species, and then you hear the word 
"bushtit!" with a sneering lilt.  The binoculars 
lower like a palpable sigh and the birders avert 
their eyes.  It is as if there were a subliminal 
belief that the gnatcatcher they really want to 
see is offended by someone spending the time to 
appreciate a common bushtit.
This week, Ashish was the first to notice our 
bushtits.  He was without binoculars but he saw a 
couple of small birds flying from one oak on our 
side of Wilson near Morrisroe to other side of 
the street.  His impression, and the one you 
usually get at a distance for bushtits, is of a 
tiny puffball of grayish brown with a longish 
tail, not definitive necessarily but highly 
suspicious. By now, three or four of us were 
watching when a couple more of these little birds 
flew over to join the first group, followed by a 
few more, another couple and then, finally, as if 
drawn by peer gravity or word of food, a group of 
twenty or so crossed in a single visual whoosh. 
Bushtits for sure.  Having confidently identified 
them, we didn't bother to cross the street and I 
feel a pang of regret over not tasking a little 
time for closer inspection.  It would have 
briefly taken us off of Caltech property and 
slowed the walk, though not by a lot.  We were 
allowing bird bagging to triumph over a more in 
depth appreciation of a single species.
Now, you might not think there is much to see 
beyond identifying a bushtit and you would have a 
lot of company among some very good birders but 
the attitude is all wrong.  Regarding a bushtit 
is an exercise in subtlety.  After all, if you 
read a description of bushtits in a field guide, 
the code words (or synonyms, thereof) are drab, 
drab, drab gray to brown energetic little birds 
with long tails that tend to run in flocks.  That 
about covers it.  They are certainly energetic. I 
once took 84 pictures of bushtits over the course 
of a few minutes in my backyard and upon 
downloading the files, I found myself with images 
of bare twigs, clusters of leaves, flowers (this 
was in a river silk tree in bloom), out of focus 
pieces of bushtits and one, more or less, in 
focus bird. I've had better luck with kinglets. 
Our bushtits are grayish brown with the gray 
mostly reserved for the wings and tail and brown 
trending from the head and sides grading down to 
a paler breast.  There are some regional 
variations in the plumage details but you 
wouldn't mistake any of these guys for anything 
other than a bushtit unless you are a very 
serious splitter.  I can, however, give you an 
extra identification trick that opens into one of 
the vistas I find so intriguing about these 
birds.  Look into a bushtit's eye.  A solid deep 
dark brown indicates a male.  If the iris appears 
yellow or creamy with a black pupil, you have a 
female.  Now, here's the interesting thing.  If 
you only look at one bird in the flock in this 
way, the odds are that you are going to be 
looking at a male because the flock will have 
about a third more males than females.  A bushtit 
flock is basically an extended set of family 
groups and the way genetic diversity is 
maintained is that some of the females go off, 
after fledging, to find a new flock and a lot of 
them don't make it. Within your flock, you are in 
constant communication with everybody else.  If 
there is a hawk, one of your friends will give an 
alarm call and you will not be caught unaware. 
You will be safe.  If a clot of beetle larvae 
just hatched, one of your buddies will find them 
and tell you where the table has been set.  The 
evening is cold?  You get to huddle with the rest 
of the flock and conserve energy.  Being by 
yourself is very dangerous and requires a lot of 
extra food that may be hard to find.  But what 
about all those frustrated males, you might say. 
Not a problem. During the winter and spring, 
bushtits pair off and leave the flock.  They 
build a nest that looks a lot like a child's 
insulated sock (I find them periodically in my 
yard) and the entire family spends the night 
together.  Often, there is a helper who just 
happens to be an unrelated male who didn't get a 
mate.  He forages for the chicks and spends the 
night in the sock with everybody else.  "Aha," 
you may be thinking, but these are not acorn 
woodpeckers.  There are no affairs in the bushtit 
world. So, what's in it for the helper?  If it's 
a good year, the female will try for a second 
brood and, usually, she will select the helper as 
her new mate. A female bushtit is serially 
monogamous.  And the male?  Well, he knows how 
the bread is buttered.  Bushtits have it all 
figured out.
In other news, we didn't see a Nuttall's 
woodpecker near the nest of last week but Melanie 
said a female mallard was at the pond at 7 PM on 
Monday.  Perhaps, there is a duck in our future.
The date: 7/18/11
The week number: 29
The walk number: 1100
The weather: 84°F, sunny
The walkers: Alan Cummings, Kent Potter, John 
Beckett, Melanie Channon, Vicky Brennan, Vivica Sapin-Areeda, 
Ashish Mahabal
The birds (12):
Rock Pigeon
Northern Mockingbird
House Sparrow
House Finch
Crow
Hummingbird, Selasphorus
Red-masked Parakeet
Bushtit
Black Phoebe
Parrot, species
Lesser Goldfinch
Cooper's Hawk
-- by John Beckett
Respectfully submitted,
Alan Cummings
7/20/11
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/index.html
7/11/11
 
Not so long ago, we were getting mildly 
disappointed if we logged less than thirty 
species.  This week, we saw "only" 15 and it tied 
the record originally set in 2002 and matched in 
2007, 2008 and, last but surely not least, in 
2011.  Fifteen is clearly a popular number for 
week 28.
See the plots at 
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/bird_data/species_time.html
and 
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/bird_data/two_plots.htm 
I find myself in summer looking for secrets in 
the mundane.  Yes, there are elegant summer 
visitors like white-throated swifts I never tire 
of watching but most of the available birds on 
campus are resident throughout the year.  To me, 
each of them, actually every bird, is a cacophony 
of meshing maybes.  Sometimes, a glance is 
definitive.  We saw a flight of three birds 
zipping overhead, perhaps only two seconds, none 
with binoculars, and yet there was no doubt among 
us that we had seen a small band of band tailed 
pigeons.  We hear a song that can be nothing 
else, a bulbul.  Others we never resolved.  The 
lighting was bad, the bird was shy, the look too 
brief, and the one note call, however hauntingly 
reminiscent of something not quite on the tip of 
your tongue, was not quite enough.  This week it 
was a tale of tail.  There is a prominent 
eucalyptus tree north of the recycling center at 
the north end of campus and perched patiently for 
us on a large branch was a largish hawk.  We 
never got a view of the breast or face.  No call 
came.  There was no flight off the perch.  The 
head never turned and the lighting was not great. 
We had a back and we had a tail.  So what did 
that get us?  The most prominent overall features 
were a really long tail extending well beyond the 
wing tips, a relatively lithe appearance, 
brownish coloring to the back with a more grayish 
tail and no spots on the back (no spangles). 
This said something along the accipiter line like 
a Cooper's or a sharp-shinned hawk rather than a 
buteo like a red-tailed or red-shouldered hawk. 
The end of the tail, which was closely held, had 
subtle bars and was clearly rounded, which argued 
against a sharp-shinned hawk, as did the size 
(this was definitely a big bird, presumably 
female) and the season.  We have admittedly had a 
few summer sharp shinned hawks sightings over the 
years (you don't need all the fingers of one hand 
to count them) but the vast majority of sharp 
shins are up in the northern US and Canada right 
now and they are far rarer around Caltech in the 
summer than Cooper's hawks. Exotics (to Caltech) 
like merlins (too small) and northern harriers 
(too big a tail to wing ratio) also failed.  We 
had a Cooper's hawk.  We have had some seriously 
cool encounters with Cooper's hawks that were 
much more obviously extraordinary and close-up 
and they are not particularly uncommon even in 
summer but a bird that forces you to work with 
less is extraordinary in its own right and in 
many ways it is working the puzzle of a small 
fraction of the potential field markings that 
validates the process of birding.  We actually 
made a quick id on the Coopers but somehow she 
seemed to bring out our feral birders. I like 
that feeling.
We also saw a female Nuttall's spend a lot of 
time poking her head into a hole just west of the 
Tournament Park parking lot, occasionally even 
disappearing except for the tip of her tail.  No 
doubt she had a very good reason for doing this 
and, although this would be quite late in the 
season for laying eggs, there is a decent chance 
the hole has some chicks and that she will 
continue to have several good reasons to visit 
over the next week or two.  We didn't see the 
male but I'm sure he was somewhere in the general 
vicinity.
The record tying bird, although we didn't know it 
at the time, was seen near the end of the walk 
opposite Parson-Gates.  This was a juvenile 
common raven, back to commune with fond memories, 
perhaps a month old, of free food and total 
protection.  The times have changed dramatically 
and the lost reality of the nest is something 
every juvenile corvid has to come to terms with. 
It's an unforgiving world out there.
We would have made 16 species if our cat food 
mallard had been accommodating but he was clearly 
molting last week with the bright green neck-band 
of the breeding season rapidly turning into a 
muddy brownish goo.  It seems likely that he has 
gone off to find a large body of water to 
complete the molt and he won't be back again this 
summer (he will be flightless for a while as he 
drops a lot of flight feathers, all at the same 
time rather than one at a time like most birds). 
Unless some hen decides to stop by (they molt a 
little later in the season), we are probably out 
of ducks for a while but you never know.  We'll 
be checking...
The date: 7/11/11
The week number: 28
The walk number: 1099
The weather: 73°F, sunny
The walkers: Alan Cummings, Viveca Sapin-Areeda, John Beckett, Vicky Brennan
The birds (15):
Northern Mockingbird
House Sparrow
Mourning Dove
House Finch
Anna's Hummingbird
Crow
Red-masked Parakeet
Red-whiskered Bulbul
Black Phoebe
Hummingbird, Selasphorus
Nuttall's Woodpecker
Lesser Goldfinch
Band-tailed Pigeon
Cooper's Hawk
Common Raven
-- by John Beckett
Respectfully submitted,
Alan Cummings
7/15/11
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/index.html
7/5/11
Just a short one this time as I'm swamped on the science/project manager
side of my life. We had an average walk,
recording 12 species. We were right on the median
but a shade below the average for a week 27, so
we came up with a slightly negative walk score.
First one of those we've had since Valentine's Day, 20 weeks
ago.
See the plots at 
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/bird_data/species_time.html
and 
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/bird_data/two_plots.htm 
The heat probably dissuaded some walkers from walking
as we only had three people total. There was 
not a lot to brag about on the walk. The highlight
was that we all survived and nobody even passed out.
The date: 7/5/11
The week number: 27
The walk number: 1098
The weather: 90°F, partly cloudy
The walkers: Alan Cummings, Vivica Sapin-Areeda, John Beckett 
The birds (12):
Northern Mockingbird
House Sparrow
Mourning Dove
House Finch
Anna's Hummingbird
Crow
Mallard
Red-tailed Hawk
Red-masked Parakeet
White-throated Swift
Black Phoebe
Lesser Goldfinch
Respectfully submitted,
Alan Cummings
7/8/11
 http://birdwalks.caltech.edu/index.html