Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Cape Mays and Cape May

The Cape May warbler is named for a specimen collected in Cape May, New Jersey in the early days of American ornithology--around 1811. But the reality is that this species is not very common in and around Cape May. It breeds in the northern boreal forests of the Far North and is a more common migrant inland than along the coast in both spring and fall.

Yesterday morning we had a big wave of Cape Mays coming through the yard. There were drab females and first-year birds, greenish and streaky, and a handful of still-colorful males. These fall migrants got me thinking back to my early birding days.

Back about 1978, when I first had my driver's license, I drove over to Cape May with my younger brother Andy. We went to help as volunteers with the hawk banding being conducted there. There was no well-established Cape May Bird Observatory then, but there was an established cabal of dedicated raptor banders who spent every weekend in the fall capturing and banding hawks and owls.

For Andy and me it was an eye-opening experience, seeing these men (and a few women) who were obviously passionate about birds and were dedicated to studying them. We slept with the other volunteers and official banders above the post office in Cape May Point. We squatted in drafty, cold shacks and watched for curious migrant hawks to get caught in the mist nets (and other traps). We'd untangle them from the traps and place them in tennis-ball cans (sharpies) or Pringles cans (Cooper's) to await weighing, measuring, fat check, data recording, banding, and release. Our mentors were serious, even harsh at times, but we learned a lot about birds, about banding, and about birding in the process. I count those two fall trips (we also went the following year) to Cape May among my most formative experiences as a young birder.

Today Cape May is a mecca for bird and nature study, and it is world-famous as a migration hotspot. I don't get there as often as I once did. But I think back every now and then to my first visits as a young bird watcher to the southern tip of New Jersey.

It's funny sometimes how a simple word or thought can trigger a cascade of memories from long ago.

4 Comments:

At 10:04 PM, Blogger Susan Gets Native said...

I like how your mind turned the clock back after seeing Cape Mays. Our minds are such fascinating things...all those neural pathways twisting around each other and taking us to a place from long ago...by a certain scent, a bird, a poem. Ahhh...

 
At 10:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love the image of hawks in tennis ball and Pringle's cans. You don't find that as a size reference in any garden variety field guide, now do you?
Cheers,
Caroline in SD, miles from Cape May.

 
At 9:00 AM, Blogger Rondeau Ric said...

There is a major hawk migration point about an hour away from Rondeau at Holiday Beach near the Detroit River.
We have gone there several times and watched the banders demonstration. They also had a sharpie in a Pringles can.
They rotated the can clockwise and counter clock wise to show how the sharpies head stayed in position while its body rotated.
This allowed the bird to stay fixed on its target. It is a memory that has stayed with us.

The first time we attended a Mid West Birding Symposium at Lake City (?) Lakeview (?), Ohio an announcement was made that 500,000 broad winged hawks had gone thru Holiday Beach / Metro Beach (US) in one day.

BT3, memories are wonderful however the more you have the older you are.

 
At 7:58 PM, Blogger LauraHinNJ said...

Cape May in late September is my favorite place in the world! Gotta get there and soon!

The hawkwatch platform is so massive now - have you seen it? Big change from how it was in the beginning, I guess.

My favorite places are the fields and meadows where a lot of the banding is done. Lovely to be out birding and come across the horses that are pastured in those fields.

Laura - just 109 "exits" from the Point

(Sorry, Jersey joke)

 

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