A great haul along the Ti Haul trail today!

Hello Vt Birders,

5:30 this morning, before our assigned duties and appointments for the day, three Madbirders (Pat Folsom & Scott Sainsbury & I) walked most of the Ti Haul trail to see who  might show up.   It was cool and cloudy, with a slight breeze, but the birds were steady and the final tally gratifying!  

Canada Goose 
Wood Duck 
Common Merganser 
Great Blue Heron 
Turkey Vulture 
Spotted Sandpiper 
Solitary Sandpiper 
Wilson's Snipe 
American Woodcock 
Ring-billed Gull 
Mourning Dove 
Belted Kingfisher 
Downy Woodpecker 
Hairy Woodpecker 
Northern Flicker 
Willow Flycatcher 
Least Flycatcher 
Great Crested Flycatcher 
Eastern Kingbird 
Blue-headed Vireo
Blue Jay 
American Crow 
Common Raven 
Tree Swallow 
Black-capped Chickadee 
Tufted Titmouse 
White-breasted Nuthatch 
Brown Creeper 
House Wren 
Ruby-crowned Kinglet 
Wood Thrush 
American Robin 
Gray Catbird 
Northern Waterthrush 
Black-and-white Warbler 
Nashville Warbler 
Common Yellowthroat 
American Redstart 
Northern Parula 
Magnolia Warbler 
Blackburnian Warbler 
Yellow Warbler 
Chestnut-sided Warbler 
Black-throated Blue Warbler 
Pine Warbler 
Yellow-rumped Warbler 
Black-throated Green Warbler 
Wilson's Warbler 
Chipping Sparrow 
Song Sparrow 
Swamp Sparrow 
White-throated Sparrow 
White-crowned Sparrow 
Northern Cardinal 
Red-winged Blackbird 
Baltimore Oriole 
American Goldfinch 
House Sparrow 

Nearly 3 hours, 63 species (and 16 warblers later), we chose to move on after a quick snack at Harrington’s.  And it appeared we weren’t the only ones getting something to eat on the fly.  As I stepped out of the car, I heard the dramatic call from a Merlin passing overhead.  He perched in a large willow tree situated between the covered bridge and mill (Shelburne Museum) and continued to announce his arrival.  Meanwhile, my friends came out of Harrington’s to see what was delaying me and by then the scope revealed more to the story.  A female flew in beside her mate, which had a Catbird clutched in his talon and pinned to the tree limb.  He fed her a few morsels before she took over and little tufts of gray feathers, nearly invisible, aimlessly floated through the air and were gone in the wind.  I couldn’t help but feel a little compassion for that Catbird, traveling all this way just to be eaten!