May 14, 2011
At East Rock Park, New Haven, Ct.
East Rock Park in New Haven is an oasis of green amid an urban environment. Downtown New Haven is only blocks away, busy Whitney Avenue adjacent. During spring migration, it is a special place to walk for birders, as thousands of songbirds migrate through, especially during mid-May. I assume many of these birds have followed the coastline from the south, or perhaps just crossed Long Island Sound, and they pour into the park to refuel, happy to stretch their legs and grab a bite, much like travelers on the interstate highways.
A friend, Steve Kotchko, and I stopped by the park this morning, the first time in years for both of us. Among serious birders the park is well known, and the trails can be thick with them during May. One group of skilled birders passing through the park yesterday logged 18 warbler species alone. Steve and I didn’t come close to that today. We agreed that weather may have been a big factor. Winds came out of the north or northwest in recent days and may have discouraged migrating warblers from heading north. The wind shifted later yesterday, out of the southwest. That might have been all the encouragement the warblers and other songbirds needed to continue moving northward. In any event, our warbler count was confined to common yellowthroat, black and white warbler, redstarts and northern waterthrush. For all we know, another wave of birds could drop in tonight.
Warbers aside, the day belonged to the wood thrushes. Wood thrushes, cousins to the American robin and similar in size, have a cinnamon back and bold dark spots on a whitish belly. Unlike the robin, which loves a suburban lawn, the wood thrush hangs out in the woods. In our visit of about 2 1/2 hours we saw wood thrushes repeatedly, even got some decent photographs, and heard their pleasant song time and again. A rose-breasted grosbeak was accommodating enough to drop down to a lower branch, becoming another photo-op. We didn’t see nearly the number of species we have seen other visits, but the temperature was in the high 60s, the dogwoods were in bloom, the trees just leafed out, the birds plentiful enough, while we walked and talked for much of the morning. Not a bad way to begin a weekend.




