Bird Roll Call: February 1, 2018

  • American crow3
  • American goldfinch1,2
  • American robin1
  • Black-capped chickadee1
  • Blue jay1
  • Carolina wren (heard)1
  • Canada goose (overhead)1
  • Cooper’s hawk1
  • Dark-eyed junco1,2
  • Downy woodpecker1,2
  • European starling1,3
  • Fox sparrow2
  • House finch1
  • House sparrow1
  • Mourning dove1,2
  • Northern cardinal1,2
  • Northern flicker1
  • Pine siskin1
  • Purple finch2
  • Red-bellied woodpecker1,2
  • Red-tailed hawk (heard at home)1,3
  • Rock pigeon3
  • Tufted titmouse2
  • White-breasted nuthatch2
  • White-throated sparrow1,2

Locations — in my backyard, at the Overland Park Arboretum, and driving to and from these locations.


1. Seen at home
2. Seen at the Overland Park Arboretum
3. Seen while driving

Bird Roll Call: January 27, 2018

  • American crow (overhead)1,2,4
  • American goldfinch1
  • American robin1,3
  • Black-capped chickadee2
  • Blue jay1,2
  • Brown creeper2
  • Canada goose1,3
  • Carolina wren2
  • Cooper’s hawk1
  • Dark-eyed junco1,2
  • Downy woodpecker1,2
  • Eastern bluebird2
  • European starling1,3,4
  • Gull sp. (overhead)1
  • Hairy woodpecker2
  • House finch1
  • House sparrow1
  • Mourning dove1,2,3
  • Northern cardinal1,2
  • Northern flicker1
  • Pine siskin1
  • Purple finch (female)2
  • Red-bellied woodpecker1,2
  • Red-shouldered hawk2
  • Red-tailed hawk4
  • Rock pigeon4
  • Tufted titmouse2
  • White-breasted nuthatch2,3
  • White-throated sparrow1,2
  • Yellow-rumped warbler2

A downy woodpecker’s call woke me at 7 a.m. I cleaned the birdbath with a bleach solution last night, so I had to take it back outside this morning and fill it with fresh water. It’s important to keep all feeders and birdbaths clean so birds don’t transmit diseases to one another. I’ve decided to wash everything weekly so I don’t expose any of the birds who visit my yard to unsanitary conditions. Trudging outside in the cold first thing in the morning wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but it had to be done, so I did it.

Crows cawed overhead. A few dozen starlings passed over. Gulls flew by. Their mottled underparts resembled quail eggs. I believe they were juvenile ring-billed gulls. The crows came into view just above the treeline, smudges of wet black paint.

Blue jays began snapping up the shell peanuts I placed in the wreath feeder. I saw that at least one was caching the nuts under leaves strewn about the yard. I knew blue jays buried acorns. For this reason, they are considered the architects of our country’s great oak forests. A single blue jay can hide between three thousand and five thousand nuts each season. Of these, many go uncollected. The oak forests would not have spread as quickly as they did after the last glacial period without the essential contributions of blue jays. But this isn’t an oak forest. It’s just my yard. I had no idea a blue jay would hide shell peanuts in a suburban environment.

The squirrel who couldn’t figure out how to carry twigs up the sweetgum made several more unsuccessful attempts to do so this morning. While I was watching that tragicomedy play out, the Cooper’s hawk landed in the other sweetgum, where a second squirrel body-slammed her in an attempt to oust her from the area. Above, in their matching collard robes, a choir of blue jays sat atop my neighbor’s pin oak wailing at the hawk. Eventually, she flew away. Between the rumbling squirrel and the cacophonous blue jays, hanging around wasn’t worth the effort.

I got out my flute and played Vivaldi while I watched the birds. All those rollicking notes made me feel a bit like a bird and less like a human.

My partner and I met a friend at the Overland Park Arboretum where, to my dismay, I failed to locate the nesting pileated woodpeckers. I tried to traverse a washed-out section of the trail with nearly disastrous results before walking alongside white-tailed deer for a while when I thought I was lost but wasn’t.

On the drive home, we saw a coyote roving in a field. Two red-tailed hawks sat like knots on a tree’s bare limbs. The sky turned the color of a male house finch’s breast. Then it was dark.

Locations — in my backyard, at the Overland Park Arboretum, at South Lake Park, and while driving to and from these locations.


1. Seen at my home
2. Seen at the Overland Park Arboretum
3. Seen at South Lake Park
4. Seen while driving

Bird Roll Call: January 20, 2018

  • American crow1,2
  • American goldfinch1,2
  • American robin1
  • Bald eagle (overhead)2
  • Black-capped chickadee1,2
  • Blue jay1,2
  • Brown creeper2
  • Canada goose (overhead)1,2
  • Carolina wren (heard)1
  • Dark-eyed junco1,2
  • Downy woodpecker1,2
  • Eastern bluebird (male and female)2
  • European starling1,2
  • Fox sparrow2
  • House finch1
  • House sparrow1
  • Mallard (overhead)3
  • Mourning dove1,2,3
  • Northern cardinal1,2
  • Northern flicker (male and female in yard)1,2
  • Purple finch (male and female)*2
  • Red-bellied woodpecker1,2
  • Red-shouldered hawk2
  • Red-tailed hawk3
  • Rock pigeon3
  • Tufted titmouse2
  • White-breasted nuthatch1,2
  • White-throated sparrow (including first-winter birds)1,2

A female northern flicker visited this morning. A male was close on her heels and took great interest in her. He began bobbing his head to the left and the right, which I later learned was his mating dance. Rather than engaging him, the female flew away.

Squirrels stole peanuts from the wreath feeder. Two American robins chased each other through the trees. Mourning doves preened in my neighbor’s silver maple. A female northern cardinal sat in a bare rose of Sharon whose branches matched her coloration perfectly.

At the Overland Park Arboretum, my partner found a bird blind. We sat in it for a long time as songbirds flooded the feeders. Purple finches, tufted titmouses, northern cardinals, dark-eyed juncos, black-capped chickadees and more devoured black-oil sunflower seeds. Fox sparrows kicked at the earth beneath shrubs. White-throated sparrows and even more juncos fed off the ground. The sound of wings in flight echoed inside the blind. It was almost like a purr, and it had that same cozy feeling.

Locations — in my backyard, at the Overland Park Arboretum, and while driving to and from these locations. A single asterisk indicates first sighting.


1. Seen at my home
2. Seen at the Overland Park Arboretum
3. Seen while driving