Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Greenbury Point: On the Chesapeake

Across the Severn River from Annapolis, tucked behind the Naval Academy Golf Club, the Naval Academy Primary School, and various other Navy installations, lies a lovely little park: Greenbury Point Conservation Area. It's also owned and maintained by the Navy, but it's open to the public, and well worth a visit.


Looking across the Severn towards Annapolis...


Greenbury Point is home to three old radio towers, only one of which seems to still be functioning in some capacity.


As we were walking past one of them, an osprey flew by and was nicely framed by the tower's trusswork.
For a relatively small park, there's quite a variety of forested areas, grassy stretches, marsh, and beach, with the diverse flora and fauna that accompany all of those. This lovely green dragonfly is an Eastern pondhawk (Erythemis simplicicollis).


These two bumblebees (Bombus sp) were hanging out feeding on milkweed flowers, which were in full bloom.




Perhaps unsurprisingly, the milkweed was attracting all sorts of other species too, including this lovely spicebush swallowtail (Papilio troilus).

All the milkweed was also presumably providing great habitat for these monarchs (Danaus plexippus), who appear to be mating.


And also this red milkweed beetle (Tetraopes tetrophthalmus), which—true to its name—is a remarkably bright red.


I noticed that this vibrant and iconic flower and vine were all over the place in Maryland. Apparently, it's called the American trumpet vine (Campsis radicans).


Greenbury point is also home to some small stretches of beach, well decorated with rocks, shells, and seaglass.


I don't think I've ever been so excited to see a dead crab. This is what the desert has done to me.


I enjoyed sitting on a piling, dangling my feet over the rocks, and watching the waves...



And the ospreys (Pandion haliaetus)! This pair were especially fun to watch.





And finally, coming back for the landing...


Friday, July 2, 2021

Walking in Upstate NY: Bobolinks, Butterflies, Wildflowers and More

I spent a few days in upstate New York recently and just loved it. A beautiful countryside and wonderful company was everything I needed after a long pandemic-induced semi-isolation in Arizona.

One morning, we walked around Oom's conservation area, which has a lovely pond, open meadows, and woodlands all in one place. 

The stars of the show were the bobolinks (Dolichonyx oryzivorus). Bobolinks migrate seasonally, spending our summers (breeding season) in the northern US or southern Canada and our winters in South America (especially Argentina, Paraguay, Bolivia, Peru, and Brazil). They are also sometimes spotted in the southeastern US, Caribbean, and Central America during their migration. The journey is well over 10,000 miles roundtrip, and since they migrate yearly, over the course of their lives this adds up to several (4-5) times around the circumference of the earth!


The male's yellow cap is quite distinctive, especially combined with the white striping on their shoulders, and they stand out from quite a distance. 


The males sometimes ruffle their yellow-cap feathers a bit and puff them out. The effect is subtle here, but sometimes it's much more obvious.


Bobolinks are the only species in their genus, members of the so-called "New World" blackbird family (Icteridae), and most closely related to eastern and western meadowlarks (Sturnella spp.) and yellow-headed blackbirds (Xanthocephalus xanthocephalus). The bobolink's species epithet—oryzivorus—means "rice eating", as they have a tendency to eat rice and other cultivated grains (especially in their southern range and during migration), hence their other common name, "rice bird". The name bobolink, however, is supposedly a shortening of "Bob o' Lincoln" a description of their calls (although I can't say I hear the similarity).


The bobolinks' disappearance from New England during the winter months is mentioned in not one, but two Emily Dickinson poems. Oddly, the bobolink also gets a shoutout in the musical Camelot. It's in the lead-in to the song "How to Handle a Woman":

And what of teaching me by turning me to animal and bird?
From beaver to the smallest bobolink
I should have had the whirl
To change into a girl
To learn the way the creatures think!

What the bobolink is doing in a song about Arthurian legend, I have no idea.


I didn't get any good photos of female bobolinks, in part because they weren't displaying and calling the way the males were. They tend to spend more time down in the grasses, where they nest. But I think this is one, flying through the grasses (granted, they look a bit like sparrows, but longer and yellower).


This common yellowthroat (Geothlypis trichas) was pretty adorable, huh?


Especially clutching this bright green caterpillar in its beak.


There were many red-winged blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus) out and about as well.


And because I always get a kick of photos where birds are looking straight at you...


As used to seeing male red-winged blackbirds as we are, females often go unnoticed.


Did you know that the song of male gray catbirds' (Dumetella carolinensis, also known as Pájaro-Gato Gris and Moqueur chat) can last up to 10 minutes? It is composed of short notes and phrases, some of which (like those of closely related mockingbirds) imitate other birds, frogs, and mechanical noises.


The invertebrates also put up a good showing, including this grasshopper (not to be confused with the cicadas, which I posted about recently); maybe a Ponderous Spur-throat Grasshopper (Melanoplus ponderosus)?


This is some sort of skipper butterfly; my best guess is a male Zabulon skipper (Poanes zabulon).


And this is a Common Ringlet (Coenonympha tullia), found through much of North America, as well as northern Europe and Asia.


A lovely dragonfly, maybe a Widow Skimmer (Libellula luctuosa).


An unknown insect on a multifloral rose (Rosa multiflora).


And another unknown insect on a different species of rose (Rosa sp.).


The grassland was full of wildflowers, including this tufted vetch (Vicia cracca).


And this birdsfoot trefoil (Lotus corniculatus).


The pond was populated with budding pond lilies and turtles, and probably lots of unseen species too.


All that vibrant life in just a couple hours.