Psycho Birder and a busy yard bird morning

A bird watching woman is attacked by an uncontrolled dog. She voices her concern to the dogs owner about the leash law…. she is called a psycho birder.

A local news paper runs a story about wind turbines being considered for an area in Western Maine, which is located near an Avian Rehabilitation Clinic. The owner of this establishment was interviewed by the paper. In the comments section at the end of the story, a war of words break out. Birders are being called tree huggers, whining birders, nut jobs, and a few swear words that I will not repeat. In reference to a Mourning Dove that the article reported had been recently released, one fella commented that the Dove makes a great dish, tasting like chicken. Others said that if birds are stupid enough to run into the turbine blades, they should be killed. Misinformation was running rampant.

Let me ask you, what does this war of words solve? Do some people really think that cursing and name calling help solve the problems we have today? If I call my congressman and call him names, and use every derogatory remark known to man because gasoline prices are high, will I be able to step back and watch the price go down? No, it won’t happen! I look like an idiot and the price continues to rise.

It is beyond me why people can’t have a civilized debate about an issue without going off the deep end. There are always two sides to an issue. The environment, politics, global warming, war or any other issue that we have deep feelings about. Nothing is solved when tempers flare, it only makes matters worse. We have to keep calm heads even if our hearts are hot.

Incidents like this are happening nationwide, and not only to birders. I worry over environmental issues, the war, gas prices, how much it will cost to heat my home this winter, and many other things. But my biggest worry is how some people are acting these days. I worry about our nation as a whole and how much longer this can last before we have gone beyond the point of no return.

On a lighter note, it was a great morning to watch yard birds from the confines of our home on this chilly, rainy Saturday. Between the hours of 5:30 a.m. and 8:30 a.m., Sharon and I recorded 33 species!

We put out meal worms in very small dishes and the birds cleaned them all up. Chickadees took 3 to 4 at a time, Nuthatches and Titmice would fly off with single worms. More than likely, there were some happy baby birds this morning with this high protein diet.

Hairy and Downy Woodpeckers are making trips to our suet feeders and leaving with beaks full to feed the young ones. Tree Swallows are entering nest boxes with bugs. It won’t be long until fledglings will be visiting the feeders themselves.

We added new yard birds to our tally today, Rose-Breasted Grosbeak, Indigo Bunting and Brown Thrasher.

The 33 species recorded:

  • Gray Catbird (pair)
  • Rose-Breasted Grosbeak (pair)
  • Common Yellowthroat
  • Tufted Titmouse (pairs)
  • White-Breasted Nuthatch
  • Red-Breasted Nuthatch
  • Northern Cardinal (pair)
  • Downy Woodpecker (pair)
  • Hairy Woodpecker (pair)
  • Brown Thrasher
  • Indigo Bunting
  • Blackcapped Chickadee (pairs)
  • American Robin
  • Song Sparrow
  • Tree Sparrow
  • Savannah Sparrow
  • American Goldfinch (pairs)
  • Blue Jay
  • American Crow
  • Red-Winged Blackbird (pair)
  • Yellow-Rumped Warbler
  • Black and White Warbler
  • Ruby-Throated Hummingbird
  • Mourning Dove
  • Great-Crested Flycatcher
  • Eastern Phoebe
  • Canada Geese
  • Great Blue Heron
  • Snowy Egret
  • Osprey
  • Mallards
  • Black Ducks
  • Greater Yellowlegs

Happy birding!

One thought on “Psycho Birder and a busy yard bird morning”

  1. The NJ local papers attract some really deranged commenters, too. Any article on a controversial issue will attract lots of people complaining about the governor or threatening to leave the state, without really adding anything to the discussion. I’m not sure what it is about the local papers. Maybe they need to hire some comment moderators.

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