Monday, May 7, 2012
Cape May sucks in spring.
Okay, totally not true, but if one loves warblers (and I do) and spring fallouts (who doesn't), Cape May is not where to go. Unless. . . you score that once a decade magical combination of date and weather that precipitates a Cape May fall. . . .in spring.
Which ain't happened so far this year. By bits and pieces and widely scattered places, a 20ish warbler species weekend came together, but that took a lot of miles by bicycle through the Villas (where oaks lured Chestnut-sided Warbler, American Redstart, Scarlet Tanager, Black-and-white Warbler, Blackpoll Warbler, Ovenbird, and others), the Cox Hall Creelk WMA (Hooded and Magnolia Warbler in the wet woods), and misc. other places like Burleigh Road, where a Canada Warbler sang this morning.
Shorebirds have begun to pile in to the region - Tom Reed and Sam Galick had a wonderful 1,000+ Whimbrel experience at Stone Harbor a couple nights ago on a super-high tide. Heislerville still barely scratches a thousand birds, but that will change this week, I suspect.
Posted by Don Freiday at 8:17 PM