Category: winter birding
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Drawing Juncos
Lately I’ve been drawing and painting Dark-eyed Juncos, quintessential winter birds. During the recent snowfalls and bouts of freezing weather, I have looked for flocks of these little New World sparrows. I often find them in company of the Tufted Titmice, the White-throated Sparrows, and the Black-capped Chickadees, but sometimes the juncos are off on…
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Hawks for the Holidays
A good way to start a busy morning during the holiday season is to walk into a forest and find a hawk. In NYC, Red-tailed Hawks are relatively common and make a good choice for hawk chasing. A Cooper’s Hawk may be around as well. With luck, you may find these two hawks chasing one…
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The White-breasted Nuthatch Makes Good Company
While walking in the autumn woods of Inwood Hill Park, I often hear the insistent chuckle of a White-breasted Nuthatch. Cornell’s All About Birds (link) describes the sound as a “yammering.” These fast little birds scurry up and down and around tree trunks. They are black and blue-gray on the top with white breasts. Some…
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The Great Tufted Titmouse Food Operation
Throughout a stressful week that began with a tumultuous election and ended with nearby wildfires, Tufted Titmice were pulling off a methodical food relay operation in a small area between the basketball courts and the forest of Inwood Hill Park. The Tufted Titmouse food operation was simple and brilliant. These little athletic birds like to…
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Brainy Black-capped Chickadees Arrive En Masse
Black-capped Chickadees, the famously cute and clever birds of the northern latitudes, have been everywhere in Inwood Hill Park this past week. I’ve seen them flitting about trees in the sunken willow corner of the marsh path, perching on low branches on top of the W. 207th steps, jumping around trees on the trail leading…
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How the Birds of Inwood Stay Warm in the Cold Northern Manhattan Winter
During the recent cold and snowy nights, I was awakened by the sounds of snapping tree limbs falling in the forest down the street. Some of the trees are old and brittle there. I imagined the birds waking up, too, jolted from their feathery dreams to find a new limb in the cold night air. …
Birds of Inwood 