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Beamer Conservation Area, Grimsby, ON. March 7. 2024.  I decided on a whim, to see what the show was like at one of the area’s best hawk-watching spots, Beamer Conservation Area.  Beamer provides a fairly wide-open park enclosed by forest and is perched on a promontory that is a natural bottleneck for the hawk migration of spring. We use the term ‘hawk’ collectively to pretty well include all birds of prey from eagles to Merlins.  Hawk migration has its mini-seasons and March is the time for a short-lived pulse of Red-shouldered Hawks that accompanies the usual straggle of Red–tailed Hawks and Turkey Vultures. 

I didn’t stay very long, I was not adequately dressed for the cold winds that sweep across Lake Ontario, I was there on a whim remember.  But that short stop was quite rewarding, and my first sighting was of a couple of Northern Harriers, some way off but distinctive in their buoyant and languid flight.  I got my desired spring sighting of Red-shouldered Hawks as half a dozen drifted over in ones and twos. Two Turkey Vultures, a Cooper’s Hawk and half a dozen Red–tailed Hawks was it before I decided to leave.  I’ve been hawk watching at Beamer almost every spring for 45 years, I used to be one of the hardies who’d spend hours watching spectacular flights of hawks or, just as often, nothing but puffy white clouds. I’ve seen many changes over those years.

After leaving Beamer, I visited two spots reliable for early arriving spring ducks.  The first one a flooded quarry holding a handful of Ring-necked Ducks, two Common Mergansers and a fleet of Canada Geese. They were as expected and appreciated.  The second stop was a sheltered field flooded with ponds of meltwater and holding Mallards, Green–winged Teal and Northern Pintails, all a long way off but I was happy to see them.

My Birds of the Day were the Red-shouldered Hawks just because, like the Tundra Swans of last week, they are not to be missed. And they’re lovely.

Dundas, ON. February 26. 2024.  Despite some New Year grumbling, this has been a mild winter, so far anyway.  Optimism is in the air now buoyed by gentle weather and birders’ reports of early spring arrivals.

Hearing that a few returning Tundra Swans had been reported, I wanted to be absolutely sure I didn’t miss them by some quirky sea-change in late-winter/semi-spring conditions.  So today under blue skies I followed a familiar lake-side trail half hoping a flight of swans would settle into this water or, failing that, pass within sight overhead.

By way of explanation: Tundra Swans nest in Canada’s far north and overwinter on the east coast of North America.  Sometime in late February, when the nature nudges them, they start their long flight back, following the retreating ice to arrive back in James Bay in June.  The first leg of that journey is an overnight flight, some 800 kilometres, from Chesapeake Bay, or thereabouts, to Lake Erie.  That passage, landmarked by the north shore of Lake Ontario, takes them high over our heads and leads them on to the shallows around Long Point. Seeing those early Tundra Swans is something of a rite of passage for many of us. Apart from the spectacle of a V-formation twinkling white in the sun, they are a sure step on the way out of winter.

This was a beautiful spring-like day alive with the tentative songs of American Robins, Black–capped Chickadees, a pair of Tufted Titmice and White–breasted Nuthatches, but I was listening hard for the sound of overhead swans calling amongst themselves, a rhythmic, breathy “whoo whoo whoo”. It took a while, but as I made my way along a forested path, I could just pick out those calls, faint but coming closer. I spun around searching above, through the trees, until I spotted the flock, about fifty Tundra Swans in a long, wide V-formation staying high and heading for Lake Erie.

If you look closely you just might make them out in this photo.  My Birds of the Day of course and I hope the first of several groups yet to come.

Burlington. ON. February 21 2024. Last April I reported on the appearance of a pair of Merlins who had taken a sudden interest in an active nest of American Crow’s. That interest turned out to be an expression of intent because before long the Merlins had evicted the crows and in due course produce one youngster. It was all happening right in front of our house and in the same Norway Spruce in which we had, or perhaps still have, a resident roosting Eastern Screech Owl.  (With reference to the post of ten days ago, that owl returned to the same spot on the branch for four or five days. It may well be there still, close even if unseen by mortals.)

Well today the Merlins came back. I was tending to minor garden chores when I heard the familiar chittering, a glance up and immediately found it at the tip of the spruce. I made a dash indoors for my camera and was able to get a few decent shots. A few minutes later its mate made a sweeping fly-past and the two of them took off together.

This reappearance raises several questions: are these the same birds, one or both, as last year?  Or could today’s bird be last year’s youngster? If it’s a pair and if they stay to breed, will they re-use the same nest? Probably not. Cornell Lab of Ornithology’s authoritative Birds of the World says, “Rarely use the same nest in 2 consecutive years.” Rarely but not never; time will tell.

The day was one of those rare spring-like February days, good for garden chores although doubtless there will be plenty more winter days ahead. There was other bird song around, principally a House Finch and the long whistled notes of a Northern Cardinal, but an appearance of Merlins was very special and they were My Birds of the Day.

Hendrie Valley, Burlington. ON. February 19, 2024.  So, it’s mid-February-looking-for-signs-of-spring time and we’re ice-bound.  Exercise is important so I headed out early and walked the valley this morning.   Today is an obscure public holiday in Ontario and by the mid morning, the parking lot was filling with expanding family groups.

Bird-wise it was probably predictable; if it was just a matter of compiling a list of valley birds I could have stayed home. (Eastern Screech Owl, Black-capped Chickadee, American Tree Sparrow, Dark-eyed Junco, Song Sparrow, Northern Cardinal, Mallard, Hooded Merganser, Red-bellied Woodpecker, Downy Woodpecker and Red-breasted Merganser. That’s it.)

But then there’s that matter of signs-of-spring, they were few and far between. I count as valid the rather weak songs of a couple of  Song Sparrows and, at a stretch, some communicative, perhaps competitive, drumming by a couple of Downy Woodpeckers.  Enough to lift your spirits for a minute or two. Here’s one of those sparrows searching for something, anything, to eat along the water’s icy edge.

I was little surprised to see a female Red-breasted Merganser (above) hastening upstream in the ice-fringed creek.  There is open water in the creek so she has a chance of a fish meal.  My Bird of the Day was this male Northern Cardinal who seemed to glow in the winter light.

But that’s just about the best I can do for mid-February.

Burlington, Ontario. February 10 2024.  The shriek of Blue Jays, the neighbourhood’s watchmen and busy-bodies, called me away from my wordle-and-granola breakfast. They were insulting, as only Blue Jays can, something just outside my front door.  My birder-self wondered if they’d found an owl to harass, so went to see.  They were busy and objecting loudly in the lower branches of an old Norway Spruce and had got the attention of a couple of Black-capped Chickadees, stirred like me from their daily routines, to see what the fuss was all about. Sitting patiently trying to ignore them was an Eastern Screech Owl hoping to get a decent morning’s sleep.

I’m sure the owl had settled in there at daybreak intending to spend the daylight hours resting and it had selected a spot somewhat out of sight, preferably where jays and crows wouldn’t see it.  As I write this, five hours later, it is still there despite the arrival and very close activity of construction workers. The jays have left leaving the owl to some kind of peace, perhaps they’ve lost interest or maybe the construction is too much for them.

This old Norway Spruce is tall and patchily dense. It is the same tree that hosted the nest of a pair of Merlins and their young last summer.  I have a faint memory from some decades ago of finding evidence at its base of it sheltering a Great-horned Owl .  Not bad for what may have been someone’s old Christmas tree decades ago.

I was able to get a few decent photos of this lovely Eastern Screech Owl . It was an easy, no contest, Bird of the Day, here it is.