The Joy Of Birding

Avocet Chick – Bear River Migratory bird refuge

Birding is one if those things people do to get outside and commune with nature where many of the wild birds live. Their sole purpose is to look at those birds and say “I saw you, now I can go home and have a beer.” They make a list of all the different kinds of birds they’ve seen over the years and write them down in a little book, which is called their ‘Life List’. This is shown to other birders and gets them Street Cred in the “I saw a bird and you didn’t” world of birding.

This is not a sport for the uneducated. You can’t be stone cold dumb and be a birder. Many birders have attended highly prestigious places of edification where they don’t necessarily teach birding per se, but they do teach Latin which is used to name and classify bird species and confuse non Latin speakers. This makes the Latin user appear to be much brighter than the poor unwashed non Latin speaker and maintains the guild system that we Americans seem to love so much. It also keeps the rif-raf where they belong and the superior, well, superior. This system is primarily human based as the birds themselves couldn’t give a flying fig about what people call them. Except for peacocks, they are so vain.

One of the burning questions in the birding world is where to go to see birds. Where do they live? Are they accessible to Americans? Does one have to quarantine before looking at a bird? Can you see a bird if you don’t know its Latin name? What do they eat? Are they carnivorous? Do they favor the various root vegetables such as Rutabaga or Turnips? We know they don’t like Parsnips, nobody likes parsnips. These are just a few of the questions asked by people who don’t know any better but want to know so they can move up in the birding world.

One of the places where you can go and look at a bird is one of the various wildlife refuges. This is land that the government has deemed to be of absolutely no other use and therefore suitable to warehouse our excessive bird inventory. Species like those little brown birds you see pecking at everything everywhere. They’re all over the place. You’ve probably tripped over them. It’s very likely they have a Latin name of some sort but who knows what it is. Even if you heard it you wouldn’t know what it meant so one can safely discount and ignore them and go on to look at more interesting birds.

Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge near Brigham City, Utah is one of those holding pens where excess birds are held until they’re needed elsewhere. There you can see huge quantities of birds. They have them stacked all over the place. There are whole fields of those little brown birds spoken of before, which has been learned are actually a house sparrow or the Latin named Passer domesticus. There are great huge lumps of the White Faced Ibis piled willy nilly in unsightly stacks anywhere it’s wet. There you can select an assortment of birds for your own migratory bird refuge, if you have one. Way in the back of the refuge where it’s quieter, is an enormous area filled with lockers where larger birds such as the Tundra Swan are kept until it’s time to cut them loose and send them on up to the Tundra where apparently they are desperately needed at different times of the year.

One of the all time favorites for birders is the American Avocet. The image above is of a young Avocet or chick as they’re more vulgarly known. They look surprisingly like an adult Avocet only smaller. Its bill or beak has yet to grow into the graceful recurve that it uses to sweep through and syphon the water for its favorite food, the Rattle-back Shinsnuggler larvae which is only found here at the Bear River Migratory bird refuge. At least it is believed to be the Rattle-back Shinsnuggler larvae. There were no explanatory signs to indicate what the food is so an assumption was made which is believed to be close to what ever it is that the young Avocet or Chick is eating.

If you are interested in ‘Birding’ or its companion sport ‘Snake-ing’ you can contact any sporting goods store where they’ll sell you everything you might possibly need in the way of birding equipment. They also might tell you where to see birds but I wouldn’t count on that. However you already know where to go as you have just been told right here. It’s the Bear River Migratory bird refuge. So, Happy Birding then, and look down occasionally, that’s where the snakes are.

Dance of the Avocet

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Avocet is a French word meaning “bad bird” as in “That is one bad bird.” They seem at first glance to be peaceful and harmless creatures and perhaps they are to an eagle or condor but to each other, well they are Avocet. While on a research project yesterday I had the opportunity to observe an interaction between two of these individuals and as you will see they were anything but peaceful. What follows is as close an interpretation as I could get with my rusty non-existent French but it will serve to show the raw savage nature of these ‘bad birds’ in Avocet’s clothing. Apparently the tallest of the two birds kept coming into the other one’s territory, we shall know him as Interloper, and not only was he sweeping up some of the better grubs and whatnot but he was eyeing up the ladies that were not his in a most ungentlemanly way. I believe there might have been a warning or two and then suddenly.. well I will leave you to see for yourself.

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“Listen, you big nose DeGaulle looking clown, I have told you for the last time to go away. If you do not leave immediately I shall attack your face.”

“Ha, Imbecile! I am not an intimidated bird. You will flee and with a bent beak too.”

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“Do not say I did not warn you! Here it is then, a smack to your foolish overly orange head, and it is a hard one to show you I am not the fooling around type.”

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“Ah!! Mon Dieu, that was a hard one. I think this little salopard has dislodged my beautiful French brain. If I live I shall run away.”

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“See, stupid bird, it is fortunate for me that mon pere sent me to learn the Savat, which allows me to kick stupid birds like you in the face and make you cry like a jeune fille francaise.”

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“Now, leave, flee, go to another part of the water before I am forced to kick your ugly, misshapen face again. Next time I will bend your beak down until it really hurts and you look foolish. Go, partir, s’en, aller, sortir, quitter, and laisser, I know some of these might be the incorrect use for ‘leave’, but we are in America, I can say what I want, I am the winner!”

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“Hey mon filles, did you see that? Who’s your Avocet now? Who’s your daddy?”  And so on, it seems the victor in an Avocet match is not the most sportsman like in his triumph. However in nature as in life it seems that demeanor is no longer the prime requisite and not long after several of the jeune fille francaise were seen being very grateful to the new bull of the lake, so perhaps his unsportsman like behavior was not held against him. It is spring after all.