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Beautiful Blue Jays


One of my fondest memories as a 10-year-old child was seeing these brightly colored birds in the wild when my family moved to a rural area from a suburban post World War II development where rows of cape cod houses and strip malls took the place of potato farmland. I was accustomed to seeing the only birds that survived the suburban sprawl – brown English sparrows and iridescent black starlings with the occasional robin. Our new home was smack in the middle of Long Island pine barren woodlands complete with pitch pine trees, red and white oak trees and scrub oaks.

Blue jays were common here and when I saw them as child, it was similar to seeing the colorful birds in the Bronx Zoo exhibits. I was also impressed by the blue jays distinctive alarmist sounding call that was music to my ears yet irritating to some after the first few calls.

In grade school we learn how squirrels hide acorns and other nuts in the woodlands, forgetting where they put them all resulting in young trees being born. What many people don’t know is that blue jays are also responsible in the new growth in the forest. These Jays also stash acorns in the soil often forgetting where they put them all.

To this day, seeing or hearing blue jays brings me back to my childhood and the awe I developed for nature’s creatures.

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Red-Winged Blackbirds are Home Again

When I lived in New York, I always looked forward to the return of the red-winged blackbird as it was a sign that spring was coming. The males returned first, set up breeding places, defended these territories from rival males and awaited the return of the females.

I often saw them at the tops of red maple trees along the edges of the wetlands crooning the females with song and displaying their masculinity with brightly colored red and yellow epaulets and flared tails. It is not unusual for one male to attract several females that will stay in his area to build nests and raise young.

Although these blackbirds winter in the south, I don’t often see them in my Florida backyard until late February when they eat the seeds in the bird feeders. Even here in Florida, they still are a harbinger of spring to me.

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Seafood Dinner for the Birds!

This evening as I walked in the park bordering Lake Tsala Apopka, I spotted two limpkins foraging along the edge of the water. These wading birds plucked snails, crayfish and frogs from the water’s edge. One waded out in the shallow water and pulled up a freshwater shellfish, brought it to the shore, pried open the shell and devoured its soft meat. As the sun’s rays dwindled, the limpkins walked into the darkness of the evening landscape.

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The Kites Have Returned!

During an early April Walk along Lake Tsala Apopka in Citrus County Florida, Anne and I spot the spring arrival of the swallow-tailed kite. This hawk-like bird circled over the grassy area and woodlands where it dove to snatch something from the ground. We were not close enough to see what it grabbed, but these birds often eat lizards, frogs, mice and palmetto bugs.

After posting its picture on our community Facebook page, a neighbor reported seeing kites smash through her plantings where mockingbirds were nesting. It is a hunting method to flush prey out of the bushes where the kites have easy pickings.

The kite flew back and forth in sweeping large circular patterns frequently diving into the tops of trees and to the ground. Eventually, the bird flew off into the rural neighborhood out of our sight.

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Hunting for the Elusive Pyxie

In the spring of 1976, I drove two miles on dirt roads to a remote area of Connetquot River State Park Preserve in New York where I was a biologist. The purpose of my trip was to rediscover a rare plant called Pyxie Moss (Pyxadanthera barbulata). Despite its name and looks, the plant is not a moss. It is a low growing evergreen shrub.

After parking my vehicle, I walked along a path to where the plant is normally found. It was an unusually warm March day. The red maples, black gums and scrub oaks were still barren of leaves. The only green in the landscape was the evergreen inkberry holly, pitch pine and mosses and lichens.

I left the well-trodden trail and pushed my way through dense brush until I came  to an opening in the vegetation. Kneeling, I brushed the leaf litter aside to expose the ground and to my delight I found little white blossoms of the pyxie moss.

Walking from one opening to another I found more plants. Not too many were blooming and it did not look healthy. The shrubs and trees and dense leaf litter was starving the plant of sunlight.

In 1977, a spring fire scorched the woodlands where I found the pyxie moss. I returned the following spring see if the plant survived the fire. With the brush burned away, I was able to explore more of the area and to my surprise the pyxie was flourishing. It was everywhere – in more places than I initially found it. Evidently, the fire burned away the leaf litter exposing the plant to sunlight enabling it to grow.

Now retired in Florida and it being March, I think back to the days I spent searching for this New York State endangered plant and hope that current and future caretakers of the state park will continue to preserve the area for future generations to discover the pyxie.