Toe Dusting

We met a Barn Owl this week. We liked him, but he didn’t care for us. As a matter of fact, when your author walked in to our store where the local animal rescue people had brought it for educational purposes, the owl lowered its head and shook it in the universally recognized shake of disapproval. The rescuers of the owl told me not to take it personally, but I knew better. That owl was rescued after an encounter with a high voltage electrical line which it would not have encountered were it not for humanity’s insatiable desire for electricity. He had no use for me or any other of my fellow Homo sapiens, except possibly for those who rescued him and now care for him.

The rescuers assured us the owl was “toe dusting.” Fairly new to its role as a teacher of humans, the owl was stressed and toe dusting was the physical sign of that stress. Ornithologists hold that Barn Owls lower their heads and shake it over their talons, either as an aggressive signal or as a defensive behavior.

Toe Dusting

I don’t believe it. They do it as a message of disapproval, just like that herbaceous Mountain Goat on the Olympian Peninsula in Washington State a few weeks ago when it gored a man in the leg and then stood over the man until he bled to death. The animals are getting angry with us and who can blame them?

But even if it was threatening me, that owl has the softest eyes of any bird I’ve ever seen up close. Mind you, if I were a field mouse or a vole scuttling across a snow field on a cold, crystalline night and looked up when that owl’s shadow crossed the snow I doubt that I would find anything soft about those eyes. I would see the eyes of a minister of death. And that shadow I would see the instant before my death would be the first clue I had that an owl was anywhere nearby: Owls are about the only land-dwelling animals who never make a sound they don’t intend to make.

But I was in no danger from the owl, and I loved his eyes. They reminded me of Edward Howe Forbush springing to the defense of Barn Owls in his magisterial Birds of Massachusetts and Other New England States. Defending them from unjust persecution, he called them “benefactors to mankind.”

Like Forbush, I may be susceptible to emotional projection and may have mirrored my own consciousness when I looked in those eyes, but I don’t believe that either. Those were the wise eyes of an old soul looking out at me.

Merlin

The rescuers also brought a Merlin with them. Nothing soft about a Merlin’s eyes I can assure you. Falcon eyes put one in mind of Yeats’ horseman,

Cast a cold eye

On life, on death.

Horseman, pass by!

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Here is our post on identifying Barn Owls and here is more on Barn Owls and Halloween. George Orwell also wrote about Barn Owls.

The Pencil

Harold Ross, the legendary founder and editor of the world’s best magazine, The New Yorker, was renown for his tightness when it came to office supplies and equipment. When E.B. White, probably the best writer at the world’s best magazine, was late with a piece, Ross sent him a note that said:

Mr. White:

If you get that story done, I’ll take steps to get you a new cushion for your chair.

H.W. Ross

Harold Ross in the Copyright-Expired Olden Times

On another occasion Ross bumped into Dorothy Parker, also a staff writer, at a restaurant and asked her why she wasn’t back in the office working. She responded, “Because someone was using the pencil.”

That’s been the problem here at The Fat Finch lately. Every time I sit down to write a post somebody else has the pencil.

Heedless, the wild world marched on without taking the slightness notice of the paucity of Fat Finch posts. Billions of birds migrated and are already on their winter feeding grounds. The southern hemisphere, now grabbing most of the sunlight falling on the planet, also has most of the birds. The Rocky Mountains are hunkered down, awaiting the first blast of winter, which is late this year. Most of the Aspens north of New Mexico have shed their leaves and stand naked now, awaiting cold north winds and the storms that the jet stream will soon blow their way. Rocky Mountain Aspen have had a good year. SAD, “Sudden Aspen Decline” seems to have slowed and fewer trees died this year. And we humans seem to have isolated the cause of SAD: drought and heat. And that’s not good news in the long run, the world keeps getting warmer and the southwestern United States keeps getting drier. Someone has even noted that the value of municipal bonds in the southwest may decline as worries about water supplies increase. Phoenix may have all the water rights it needs, but you can’t drink water rights.

It’s been raining in San Diego and that means the jet stream has finally begun its autumn meanderings above the earth and the Bermuda High is horsing around south of the Azores. Up in the Yukon the mainly birdless trees are thinking of Robert Service who wrote in his poem, “The Pines”:

We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak barbarian pines;

We pillar the halls of perfumed gloom;

We plume where the eagles soar;

The North-wind swoops from the brooding Pole, and our ancients crash and roar; . . .

Gain to the verge of the hog-back ridge where the vision ranges free;

Pines and pines and the shadow of pines as far as the eye can see;

A steadfast legion of stalwart knights in dominant empery.

Sun moon and stars give answer: shall we not staunchly stand,

Even as now, forever, wards of the wilder strand,

Sentinels of the stillness, lords of the last, lone land?

It is so cold and dark in the wintertime Yukon that even the air tries to escape, blowing southward in the autumn; helping the Yukon’s Peregrine Falcons on their way to Chile, 8,000 miles away. They make the trip in about sixty days, averaging between forty and sixty miles an hour. Bereft of falcons, the Yukon River will freeze now and not care at all what I have to say about it.

Our physical store is likewise migrating south this winter, relocating about a mile south of its current location. We’ll update you on that in a future post. But our virtual store will stay where it is. Seasons mean nothing in the world-wide-web. Weather is of no consequence there; only ones and zeroes matter.

And you’ve kept reading. Thank you. We’re hunkering down for winter too, so there will more time to write. Besides, I’ve got the pencil now.

I could use a new chair cushion though.

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The stories about H.W. Ross come from the October 4, 2010 issue of The New Yorker, in a brief piece announcing that the magazine will now be available as an application on the iPad.

Birds and the Law

Birds are seldom in lawsuits.  Like trees and other manifestations of Nature, they are not allowed into our courtrooms.  Mostly this is the result of the mental divide in our culture between “us” and “them”; between humans and the rest of the world.  This humanoid illusion of separateness prevents our legal system from paying much attention to birds, except occasionally as metaphors.

But sometimes a bird can be a key part of a lawsuit.  So it was recently with the Northern Aplomado Falcon.

Our First Aplomado

The northern Chihuahuan Desert reaches into southern Texas and New Mexico.  One of the largest remaining, and relatively undisturbed, tracts of Chihuahuan land sits in the southern-most part of New Mexico and is known as Otero Mesa.  Today, thanks to the courage and stubbornness of cattle ranchers, it is mostly over-grazed scrubland; but, if humans would ignore it long enough, it would return to those thrilling days of yesteryear when it was a rich diverse desert.  And the perfect home for the Aplomado Falcon.

But underneath it lie pockets of natural gas which a human wants to drill and sell. He is a well-connected human too.  He is the Chairman of the New Mexico Republican Party.  In the past, Steven Griles, former number 2 man at the Department of the Interior and associate of Jack Abramoff, was his lobbyist.  (That was before Griles pleaded guilty to obstruction of justice and went to prison for lying about his conduct while at Interior.) The Department of Interior operates the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), which manages Otero Mesa and which granted the human drilling rights during the Bush Administration — while Griles worked at Interior and was doing favors for energy companies that contributed to Abramoff’s operations.  I don’t know if the drilling company on Otero Mesa made such contributions or not, but it got the permit from BLM anyway.

Otero Mesa

That decision landed the BLM in court.  Environmental groups sued, as did the State of New Mexico.  (Although it is a desert, a huge aquifer of drinkable water flows deep underneath Otero Mesa and natural gas and oil drilling operations can pollute underground water. New Mexico doesn’t have much water, so it tries to protect what it does have.  Besides, the well-connected oilman who got the permit to drill is a Republican and New Mexico’s governor was a Democrat.  Not that politics ever enters into land use decisions.)

A part of the lawsuit swirled around Northern Aplomado Falcons.  Northern Aplomados are an endangered species.  They live nowhere in the world except Chihuahuan Desert grassland.  Their habitat, both in the United States and Mexico has been carved up for the benefit of the human species with no regard for the bird.  Not long ago the only place in the United States where you had any chance at all of seeing one was the Laguna Atascosa Wildlife Refuge in South Texas where they were introduced in the 1980s.

Because the falcons are an endangered species, the job of protecting them in the United States falls to the Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS), another agency of the Department of Interior.  In Jume, 2003, the BLM concluded that allowing gas drilling on Otero Mesa would adversely affect the falcons.  That meant it had to bring in the FWS for a lengthy consultation process that might result in a conclusion that the drilling should not happen.  Three months later, BLM reversed itself and decided that drilling would not hurt the falcons. That same decision also doubled, to 600,000 acres, the land available for drilling.  Mr. Griles was still number two at Interior.  (He resigned on December 7, 2004. After that he returned to lobbying until early 2007.)

In 2006, the FWS decided to attempt reintroducing the falcon to Otero Mesa and changed the bird’s status from “endangered” to “experimental.”  That decision effectively ended the environmentalists claim that BLM illegally ignored the falcon when it granted the drilling permits.  (Another lawsuit is pending about that decision.)[1]

A Reintroduced Juvenile Aplomado Meets Raven

But, on the other hand, the FWS gave The Peregrine Fund almost $300,000 to attempt to bring the Northern Aplomado back.  As of this writing about 100 have been reintroduced and at least 50 have achieved independence and may reproduce.

Last month the federal Tenth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the BLM acted illegally when it approved the drilling. Now, the agency must start over and comply with environmental laws if it wants to approve drilling on Otero Mesa.

It’s a double win for the Northern Aplomado Falcons; 100 more of them now live on the mesa or in its vicinity and — for the moment, at least — nobody is drilling for natural gas or oil.

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[1] Forgive me a personal aside. Some years ago, before the reintroduction program started, I traveled with a backpacking buddy to Otero Mesa. At that time, I had never seen an Aplomado. Before we went, we stopped by the local BLM office to get a map and talk with the BLM officer overseeing Otero Mesa. He was friendly and helpful as he showed us the places where we were allowed to camp and which roads were passable and which not. (Otero Mesa is largely roadless but is intersected by a few dirt roads.) He became much less helpful when I told him that I wanted to see an Aplomado. In fact, it was only in the face of my withering cross-examination that he even conceded one had been seen on the mesa. Finally he waved his finger at the map and said, “Maybe there.” I promised to call if we saw one. We didn’t. I suspected then and still suspect, that sightings of an endangered species were complicating the gas drilling lease.

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You can read the unanimous opinion of the Court here. Interestingly, the three judge panel consisted of one judge appointed by President Reagan, one by President Clinton and one by President George W.Bush.  The BLM, the wannabe driller, or the petroleum industry can ask the full court to hear the case and it also can petition the Supreme Court to hear it.

You can read more about the falcon and the experimental reintroduction program at this link:

“Aplomado Falcon Reintroductions”

Falconry in Australia

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For information about another species of birds and their role in Tarzan movies, see this.

100th

We’re all ablog here at the Fatfinch this morning. We just discovered that this is our 100th post. To celebrate this arbitrary milestone, we’re going to take a bird walk. It snowed here last night so the world is white and fluffy and silent which will make the birds easier to see and hear. We’ll leave you a quote and a lovely bird.

What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural
that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?

Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Buying Binoculars and Spotting Scopes, Part I

We poor humans, born into an immense universe full of reality but with only five piffling, paltry senses with which to explore it. The dog asleep at my feet can smell exponentially better than I; a two-inch Elf Owl hears magnitudes more and the smallest raptor sees thousands of times better. I would need two ten-pound eyes and a visual cortex to go with them in order to see as well as a Peregrine Falcon.

Fortunately, humans have figured out ways to magnify the few senses we do have. And if there is someone on your Christmas list who needs binoculars or a spotting scope to magnify sight to look at birds, this post and the next provide the basics of what you need to know.

By the way, we don’t have a dog in this fight. Our online store does not sell binoculars or spotting scopes. The manufacturers of optics control tightly the minimum prices at which their products can be sold. If a retailer sells below those prices that retailer can no longer buy from that manufacturer. The other thing to know about optics is that the mark up for retailers is fairly small, except for low end optics. Moreover, retailers have to buy an inventory of binoculars and spotting scopes and then wait for customers to come along and buy them. This means a substantial capital investment which can sit around gathering dust for many months and then must be sold for a small profit margin.

What that means for you the consumer is straightforward. You can search around the Web for the binoculars you have selected, find the lowest price, then go to your local retailer and get just about the same price. That means that optics are a good thing to buy locally. You not only help out the retailer, you avoid shipping charges. Just remember that no retailer can sell you a pair of binoculars for less than the minimum price the manufacturer requires.

There are two exceptions to this rule. Sometimes you can find “gray” market binoculars for sale. “Gray” market simply means that somehow or the other, the seller got his hands on those binoculars from a source other than the manufacturer. Frequently those binoculars are identical to the ones you buy at a store BUT do not come with a warranty and the warranties on optics tend to be quite good, usually life-time warranties with full replacement for broken or scratched binoculars. The other exception is for low-end products. The cheapest optics — both in price and quality — usually can be sold at whatever price the retailer wants, so you may find a better deal on-line for those. A good rule of thumb is that binoculars which retail for less than $100.00 are not price controlled by the manufacturer.

The main thing to remember about both binoculars and spotting scopes is that price correlates well to quality. The more you pay, the better the product. A $1800.00 pair of Swarovski binoculars is better than a $800.00 Zeiss. A Leica spotting scope retailing for $2000.00 is better than a $600 Nikon.

What do we mean by “better?” Basically we mean sharpness and brightness. Go to a store that sells a wide range of binoculars and look through them. As you go up the price scale you’ll probably find that the higher priced ones seem better. This is not entirely subjective either. The glass in those high-priced binoculars is better glass. It lets in more light and focuses it better than less expensive glass.

So today’s message about optics is: You get what you pay for. Which, when you think about it, is comforting. For many consumer products that is not true, but it is for binoculars and spotting scopes. Buy the most expensive optics you can afford.

In our next post we’ll discuss magnification, field-of-view, weight and the rest of the basics of purchasing optics for birders. We’ll also tell you what we use and why we selected them.

Aplomado Falcons, Part I – Meeting a Raven

Aplomado Falcons are rare birds. So rare, in fact, that no one really knows how many exist. Their historic range extended from casual visits to Tierra del Fuego north to northern Mexico and southern Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. Fossils of their Pleistocene predecessors have been found in what is now called Ecuador and Peru. No one even knows how many lived the United States. We do know that by the early 1960s none were residents in the United States. A vicious combination of DDT and elimination of the native grasslands had eradicated them. Some survived in northern Mexico but very few.

A breeding program begun in 1977 has released about 500 Aplomados in Northern Mexico and southern Texas and southern New Mexico. The remaining natural grasslands of the Chihuahuan Desert are natural habitat for them. One of the many good things Ted Turner has done with his life is make available one of his New Mexico ranches for a release program. This ranch is just south of the Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge in central New Mexico and at least one of the falcons has made its way there. We saw it day before yesterday and here are photos. It is a juvenile and it was making the acquaintance of a raven. Given the intelligence of Ravens, we wondered if the Raven knew how rare Aplomados are and just wanted to look at one “up close and personal.” We’re sorry the birds are so small in the photo but they were a long way away and the adapter which fits the camera to our spotting scope was even further so this is the best we got. We’ll return again soon and try again, hopefully before this bird grows out of its juvenile coloring.