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Monday, May 31, 2010

Feral Parrots Land in Lower Manhattan

Parrot near Brooklyn College
Brooklyn, Queens and the Bronx has had colonies of parrots for a while, but now the little green birds may be starting a colony in lower Manhattan. Dennis Edge, a friendly birder who is compiling a book of his many finds around Tompkins Square Park, says he's seen at least two for a couple months in Tompkins and nearby community gardens.

It's too late to be building a nest for eggs, he says, but the birds seem to be building something--like one of their insanely huge colony nests, which can grow to the size of a smartcar. No one knows where, but once the colony gets going, it's huge and they like to build them on tall towers (or trees in a pinch), so it shouldn't be hard to fine in the East Village.

Steve Baldwin has done an amazing job tracking and advocating for the monk parakeets or Quaker parrots at BrooklynParrots.com. He gives free, frequent tours by Brooklyn College and Greenwood Cemetery. At one point he had a highly-detailed map on his site of nests around  New York City and New Jersey, but he took it down after reports of men showing up in vans and grabbing birds.

These huge nests make the parrots unpopular.
The feral parrots x are from South America, but have shown up in cities worldwide, even cold ones, usually with a myth about them escaping from an airport crate. They run into trouble for destroying crops and messing with electrical lines when they build their huge nests. But people love them. And they're an okay replacement species for the Carolina Parakeet that we Americans wiped out a century ago.

Now that red-tailed hawks are becoming commonplace, it's fun to have a new freaky species to look for.

Where to Go to See Parrots in the U.S.
Check Out BrooklynParrots.com

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Mah Wei: Tiny Chinatown Songbirds, but Not Every Day

For years I've heard about a Chinatown park where old men bring their exotic birds and this morning I finally went to find it. The Wah-Mei Bird Garden in Sara Delano Roosevelt Park, just south of Delancey, can draw 40-some old Chinese men, each carrying a singing bird in an ornate cage. Or that's what I've heard. I only saw three bird guys.

I arrived around 8, in time to see the first bird man take the flannel cloth off his cage. It must shield the bird from the city, though most of narrow Roosevelt Park itself is not much better. It's got bridge traffic on two sides and it's dark and unkempt with wavy pavement and a drugged-out man lurching around. The cages themselves are fantastically carved wood, bamboo and what looked like ivory. They hang them on a long line over a fence that encloses the official Wah-Mei Bird garden. You can hear the birds sing if you get close. Nearby, other elderly Chinese exercised with swords.

The most friendly and happy bird
The bird man schedule remains mysterious to me. I asked the men; they acted like they didn't understand me. I asked around; workers and dog walkers said it's every day around this time. (Later, I read on New York Daily Photo blog it's much busier on weekends.) Any singing bird is welcome, but the most desired are male Wah Mei (Garrulax canorus) that know lots of songs. The men who pretended not to speak English told a local guy can be had for $100 in Queens. Tracy Wong described in a NYU paper how the men get the territorial male birds to compete in singing.

The second bird I saw, another bright yellow one in a fabulous cage that looked like it included ivory, was my favorite. He's a mimic. I whistled to him and she whistled back. And kept the tune going. He was probably annoying his owner with my tuneless notes all day. He ate from fancy porcelain jugs, too.

The third bird was probably the only one that was really a Wah Mei. CITES, which restricted its import after the bird flu outbreak, says that it's the most popular bird traded in China. Before the ban, they figured 1.8 were captured each year, with most of the females just eaten.
Probably the only real Wah Mei


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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

New Yorkers Climb Fire Escape to Rescue Baby Blue Jay

The first blue jay fledgling fell out of the nest built precariously on a New York fire escape this afternoon. It attracted a crowd of neighbors, who put it back in its nest and installed a plastic tarp under the whole set up.

Just yesterday I put up flyers explaining the blue jay babies were up there and it would be normal if they would fall out. If it were a forest instead of Fifth Street, they'd be fine. The parents would feed them for a couple days on the ground. The parents, however, made a really unfortunate real estate choice. Below their nest is sidewalk,  street and a tiny tree pit--no grass or bushes or any other baby bird amenity. And thousands of helpful New Yorkers walk by every day. Somebody would pick it up and bring it to their vet. That's what happened to a blue jay nest in the next block two years ago. The mom spent weeks looking for them.

So this afternoon I got a call about the flyer from a neighbor. The one bird on the sidewalk wasn't not fully feathered and was weak and skinny. It looked way too young to be out of the nest to me. People label New Yorkers as harsh, but soon there were six of us trying to figure out how to get the bird back on the fire escape, ringing doorbells, taping on windows.

My friend Pierre found a long board and tripped the fire escape ladder so it would fall. Generally this kind of thing is frowned upon in the city, but Pierre bravely climbed up and replaced the baby. While I was getting some clear plastic, the mother jay returned and swooped at Jonah, a 10-year-old good samaritan. Pierre and I basically lined the fire escape and left some raw peanuts for the blue jays' trouble.

So far, so good. The mom returned, ate peanuts and sat on the nest. I got a call from the people who live in the blue jay apartment. They'd been worried about the birds and didn't mind our clamoring over their fire escape.


Sunday, May 23, 2010

Wild Squirrel Invades Squirrel Rehab Room

The last time cheeky wild Mommy Squirrel came inside my apartment and somehow got Mickey, the squirrel recovering from a malocclusion, to bust out of her cage, there was some question as to why I didn't get pictures. At the time, it seemed like an emergency. 


Today I left the office for two minutes and came back to find Mommy Squirrel in my chair. So I grabbed the camera to see what Mickey would do. She came out and deliberately ate in front of Mommy Squirrel, but then seemingly ignored her. My dog Jolly would do give dogs who barked at him a kind of I can't see you kind of nonchalance.

I hope it's not any kind of Mickey's disability that she actually can't see the invading squirrel. I suspect Mickey is like my mom: she only pretends to be oblivious, but is on top of everything going on.


Where to go to See Interesting Squirrels
Where to See Wildlife in New York

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Jay Continutes Relentless Battle Against 3rd Floor Cat

Cat gives blue jay the bird
The eggs have hatched in the fire escape nest built by blue jays on Fifth Street in Manhattan, but that hasn't stopped the blue jay father from obsessing over a cat that lives down the block.


This video compared to the last one shows why you should use a tripod.






The tabby is no threat to him or his brood. But the blue jay is out there every afternoon that I've checked and some mornings, too.
I've also seen the cat hanging out by the window, waiting for his entertainer to show up.

I don't really understand the feeding procedure. The mother blue jay sometimes gapes for her mate. And she also picks up something from the nest and eats it herself.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Will NYC Get an Official Wildlife Care Center?

The Wild Bird Fund, which is New York City's defacto wildlife rehabilitation center, collected signatures this weekend to become the city's official place to go with injured, sick or orphaned wild birds and animals. They explained to people at a wildlife fest that New York is the only big U.S. city without a real wildlife care center.
wild bird fund is working to get a nyc wildlife rehab center

So a bunch of volunteer wildlife rehabbers have picked up the slack. Rita McMahon and Karen Heidgerd run the Wild Bird Fund though  Animal General, a vet practice that donated care for 1,146 birds and 13 mammals last year.








Theodore Roosevelet Sanctuary Hawk Talk
Hawk from Teddy Roosevelt Audubon Sanctuary
Ruby and squirrel babyA handful of other rehabbers do heroic amounts of work, too. Bobby and Kathy Horvath take the really hard cases, like coyotes and injured hawks. Vivienne Sokol is Manhattan's bird rehab expert. My friends Vicki Puluso, Chris Durham and Maura Mondrano handle squirrel cases.


Because the city is strapped, the Wild Bird fund is hoping to get a grant from Pepsi. Bobby Horvath has told me the plan got a boost after the recent coyote episode.

The New Yorkers that call me with animal troubles are usually surprised the city doesn't do anything for wild animals. Renee, a pregnant mom from outer Queens, about a day and night worrying and searching for some solution for the baby squirrels she found abandoned in her air conditioner. (I got to see them at the fest, looking plump and happy. Another rehabber, Ruby, took them in. New Yorkers see baby squirrels like unseen mythical beasts).

The finders and baby squirrels show up as if with a dowry of a cage, esbilac, dishes, blankets and nuts. Which makes me think New Yorkers would be behind getting the center going.


Donate to the Wild Bird Fund
Sign Their Petition to Get a Real NYC Rehab Center
Where to See Animals Around New York City

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Looks Like We'll Be Blessed With a Few More Baby Squirrels

brooklyn babiesGot three more baby squirrels yesterday. More victims of a squirrel mother's inappropriate urban housing choices. A very sweet family in Mill Basin, Brooklyn, discovered them in squatting in their air conditioner vent. The mother squirrel bit the man, grabbed one of her four babies and ran off. Renee, the human mother of the house sat up all night with worry, leaving the squirrels wrapped for warmth but available for the mother to take. Squirrel mom returned, but didn't take the babies.

I'm full up with squirrels, so my fellow rehabber friend Vicki is coming to the rescue and taking them tonight. They're all boys, all healthy, still with their eyes closed. One is a screamer.

Brooklyn BabyThe adolescent squirrels were highly interested in the new arrivals. Or at least the formula-filled syringe I was feeding them with.

Flying Squirrel
Flying Squirrel! Grover jumps around the cage while Baby Ruth plays with a paper towel.
Mickey, meanwhile, showed absolutely no interest. She did harumph around the cage--her signal that she has noticed that I have come into the room yet not delivered her food yet. I had been thinking Mickey was nearing ready to get released back to the Queens community garden where she lived before, with the possibility of recatching her if we needed to trim her teeth. She's definitely got two top teeth back, but they're crooked. But the Horvaths--way more experienced and licensed rehabbers than I--think she won't make it and offered her a permanent home with the other animals they've rescued.

Mickey eats breakfastMore than her malocclusion issue, they don't think she's "wild up enough." There's something just off about her. She's never tried to bite me. I've clipped her teeth, bathed her, pulled her out of her house, tried to get her to take care of orphans. I deserved to be bitten. She doesn't take an interest in her grooming or housekeeping like a proper squirrel. Even the adolescents are already stuffing their box with papertowels. I hope for Mickey's sake there's something I've missed that they can do. Meanwhile, she's really lucky to get the offer.
Where to Go to See Unusual Squirrels


Read where Mickey came from

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

How Many Baby Squirrels in This Adorable Pile?

The baby squirrels have learned to nap in a hammock. Can you guess how many of the babies are huddled together? (answer at bottom)

At first Baby Ruth was shy and would have been sulking in the corner. Here she's at the bottom of the pile. I do hear some grumbling from the pile. It's not always Ruth crying; it's usually just that Alvin is roughhousing with his sisters. They have all gotten the hang of the hammock, which I just put up today.

 Alvin eats breakfast in bed.

Baby Ruth and Benji thinking: why is there not a nipple attached to that camera?

Baby Ruth experiments with almonds.
 Meanwhile, in the fortress of solitude on the other side of the room, Mickey is making some serious progress. For the last couple days she's eaten nuts. That means she's feeling more comfortable with her teeth. She still can't crack nuts--let's not get carried away. But once I open them for her, she eats them. I hope this means she'll be able to go back home soon, though I will miss her.


Read where Mickey came from




Answer: All four.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Squirrel Takes Rightful Place as NYC Parks Mascot

The New York City Parks Department named Pearl the Squirrel its official mascot, finally giving the city's most popular rodent some due. Last February we lobbied  for a squirrel for the high profile post, lest parks end up with those peculiar garbage can characters. (Ok, those turn out to be for recycling.)

Professional illustrator Adam Koford created Pearl the Squirrel on his kids' suggestion. Koford, who lives in Utah, is more known for his comic strip Laugh-Out-Loud Cats on Hobotopia. Parks Commissioner Adrian Benepe says Pearl will be the Smokey the Bear of urban parks. Asylum reports she's already attained a Betty Boop-like aura among furries, who fetishize anybody in a mascot costume. 

Right now I've got one squirrel eating sunflower seeds outside on my Manhattan window sill between chasing pigeons away and inside  four baby squirrels and one adult with malocclusion in my care as a wildlife rehabber, so it's no surprise I think of squirrels as the perfect emblem for urban wildlife. 

New York City squirrels are different. They're semi-dependent on people, so they'll go right up to parks visitors. The smaller the park, the pushier the squirrel. Every time I pass through City Hall Park some European or Japanese tourists have cornered some squirrel for a photo op, paying for the picture in nuts. They defend their trees against red-tailed hawks and sometimes live in subsidized housing. Suburban squirrels don't have that kind of Moxie.

New York City Squirrel Tips Americans are more fascinated by our black squirrels (try Stuyvesant Town if you want to see one); they're just a color variant of grays, like how Labrador retrievers come in chocolate, yellow and black. New York City has three species of squirrel: gray, fox and flying. (There used to be at least one red squirrel in Central Park, too.) The fox squirrels are the ones with the golden bellies. The flying squirrels used to be much more common; now they're seen just occasionally at dusk in Inwood or Alley Pond Nature Center.

Where to Go to See Unusual Squirrels
Where to Find Wild Animals in NYC

Thursday, April 15, 2010

My Squirrel Patient is Impatient with Me and My Redecorating

Benjis  First Grape is delicious
Benji's first grape
Today I tortured Mickey, the sweet black squirrel who's recovering from malocclusion, again. Or at least that's how she sees it. I caught her, clipped her teeth, cleaned the gunk off her paws and then took her house. The outrage!


I had noticed she had a hard time getting in and out, so I widened the door, installed a step on the inside and a hinge so I could open the roof easily. I replaced the filthy fleece with a yoga block and several walnuts--to get her thinking about using her teeth. She is still mad at me but she seems to like the improvements and I could hear her trying to open the walnuts.

Meanwhile, the babies the FDNY rescued started eating some solid food yesterday. Avocado and grapes are their favorite. But they'll be drinking formula for a long time yet. And the two bolder ones, Grover and Alvin, both know where it comes from: they come to the front of the cage if they're hungry and try to climb out to the milk when I'm feeding another squirrel.

Alvin takes after Mickey in avocado eating technique
Alvin seems to be picking up Mickey's sloppy eating style

I had hoped she would serve as a foster mother for the babies. Now that everyone's safe and comfortable, I can just stand back and hope they get together. If not, the babies will get their own cage and house soon.
 How to See Wildlife in NYC

Customized pre-fab squirrel house
Mickey's tricked out house


Thursday, April 08, 2010

Baby Squirrels Open Eyes, Get Neglected by Potential Foster Mother

The three baby squirrels the FDNY rescued from a car fire over the weekend all have opened their eyes today and are getting bigger and stronger all the time. But so far Mickey, the squirrel recovering from a malocclusion, has not gone along with my plans to make her a foster mother.

I repossessed Mickey's squirrel house Tuesday, hoping to get her to pay attention to the baby squirrels. I thought since she had babies herself last year she'd be excited about it. Nope. I guess she isn't a fan of those pictures passed around the internet.  Or that the animals in them are really animal supermoms, like those women who adopt 18 special needs kids.


Mickey's brief foray to get avocado
Mickey, on the other hand, was just furious at the situation. She ran around the cage, chattering her teeth and pushing things over, looking longingly at her house that was just outside the cage. She was like a Leona Helmsley squirrel, only concerned about her real estate, couldn't care less about the little ones. Finally I gave her the house back. She went inside and has barely been out since. She is very aware of the babies; if I take them out for feeding, she jumps at the opportunity to go eat in solitude.


But the babies are growing so they'll soon be able to get into her house. Then I'll have to see if she warms up to them--like she did to the house. Or I may have to separate them. The small, meek girl, Benji, started the eye-opening by opening just one of her eyes Tuesday night. I'm always surprised by how slow the process is, with just a tiny hole between the lashes at first. Now they can clumsily crawl around the cage. They try to suckle a stuffed animal I put in there. That's just the sort of thing that's going to either endear Mickey to them or force me to set up another cage.


Where to Go to See Unusual Squirrels

Read where Mickey came from

Sunday, April 04, 2010

FDNY Saves Three Baby Squirrels

Yesterday Queens fireman Ralph Longo, was putting out a car fire and through all the smoke and fire extinguisher fog, he saw something tiny and gray move . He found four baby squirrels and pulled them out of the wreck.

One of the babies died, but the men at the Ladder 129 washed the three squirrel survivors and put them in a box with papertowels. Longo looked at the list of New York state wildlife rehabbers and called me. Then, after working all day Longo drove into Manhattan and with his girlfriend, dropped them off with me. All in all a nice piece of rescuing by the FDNY. Is there anything these guys don't do?

Firefighter Longo and his girlfriend feed a rescued squirrel
Two have slight burns. The one boy has it the worst: a burned spot on his tail and singed whiskers. Longo's girlfriend specializes in the care of human burn victims and mentioned that when they see a person with burnt eyebrows, they assume there's been smoke inhalation. One of the two sisters has a burnt paw. But, they all seem healthy. They have fur, but they're eyes are still closed, so I'd guess they're about four weeks old. They have diarrhea--not unusual after a diet change. I put them in a cat carrier over a heating pad overnight. They were scrambling all around until I put them in this Easter basket-like box. They settled down to snuggle in these Anne Geddes-like pose.

Presumably about a month ago their mother thought she was being crafty and built a nest in the car, then yesterday she chewed some wires in some other scheme and started the fire. Longo never found the enterpreneurial mother squirrel, so I'd guess she got out fine.

Longo's rescue of the squirrel babies will also help Mickey, the friendly, black adult female squirrel I'm treating for a malocclusion. Mickey had babies last year, Peter, the guy who brought her in from the community garden, says. The baby squirrels will do better raised by a real squirrel. Mickey, who barely comes out of her house now, will have something to do. If she ever comes out of her house and finds them. So far she has studiously ignored them. When she comes out to eat I'll repossess her house and --with some supervision--see if she has any interest.



Where to Go to See Unusual Squirrels

Friday, April 02, 2010

Bill the SoHo Groundhog Released into the Bronx

Bill the SoHo groundhog is now Van Cortlandt Bill. The grumpy little woodchuck was found mysteriously wandering around West Broadway in lower Manhattan a few days ago. The workers at the SoHo Grand did a great job of catching him (no easy thing to do)  and finding a wildlife rehabilitator (me).

Normally wildlife rehabbers take in animals that are injured, orphaned or sick. Bill was just in the wrong place, somehow transplanted to a neighborhood of concrete by humans. He was fine--aside from being ticked off at being in a cage. He enjoyed the apples, chestnuts and acorns I gave him, but let me know he had big teeth and knew how to use them. I just needed to find the right place to release him. In New York wildlife rehabbers are supposed to release the animal the region where you found it--in this case New York City.

With the help of the city's most prolific rehabber Bobby Horvath, I found  David Kunstler, the wildlife manager for Van Cortlandt and Pelham Bay Parks in the Bronx. Groundhogs are found in both parks (and also Fort Tryon and Staten Island). Kunstler recommended Vault Hill, where the parks department is restoring a meadow.

Bill got very excited as soon as he realized he was near the wild. He tried to chew through the carrier bars. When I opened the door, he sat there stunned for a minute, but then happily took off.



Wednesday, March 31, 2010

New York's Coywolf, Groundhog and Black Squirrel Doing Fine

The coywolf, groundhog and black squirrel we've been following have all done pretty well in the last week.

Coywolf
The coyote captured in SoHo last week (and probably the same one that's been lurking around Central Park this winter) got released in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx, where a pack already lives, the city's pre-eminent wildlife rehabber Bobby Horvath says. This young female may have been part of that pack, but was pushed out in mating season. Three coyotes were spotted up at Columbia University this winter.  One was hit by a car on 130th Street and another may still be out there.



Groundhog
The groundhog that turned up on the street near the Soho Grand is doing fine, awaiting release into Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. No one is sure how the woodchuck turned up there, but the staff caught him and gave him a dog crate. Bill--as I call him, though he may well be female--turns out to be quite healthy. He enjoys apples, chestnuts and acorns, but shuns the greens he is supposed to like. Bill lunges at the cage bars when I hang around too much--proving that he's quite healthy and most likely not a misbegotten pet.

Bobby researched where groundhogs live in the city--where I'm required to release him. He only found evidence in Pelham Bay Park, Van Cortlandt and Fort Tryon. I called a parks biologist to find the best place to release him. At first he was unsure whether I'd be allowed to release him in the park at all, then confirmed I could. He suggested a nice field in Van Cortlandt.

Black Squirrel
Mickey, the black squirrel who came to me with bottom teeth grown into her top gums, is getting stronger. She had a top tooth, lost it and now has one back again. She is an odd duck, preferring to throw out the padding I put in her cardboard box; most squirrels can't stuff enough junk in their makeshift houses. I got her a lovely cedar house that she repeatedly rejected. Until all of a sudden she decided she loved it and didn't want to leave. Since then she comes out only to eat--though she prefers I just hand-feed her avocado at her house door--and to pee on her roof. I take that as a sign she likes the house.




Monday, March 29, 2010

Groundhog Takes Manhattan

The entertaining part of being a wildlife rehabilitator--aside from aside from all that helping animals whose lives have been thrown off course by humans--is the crazy phone calls. Right in Manhattan I've gotten calls about "a bird someone told me is an eagle," a baby skunk, a few possums, a handful of raccoons and pretty much every baby bird one neighbor ever sees. Today I got call from the SoHo Grand--a hotel more known for celebrities than wildlife--about a groundhog they found out on West Broadway.

In what little experience I have, I have learned that New Yorkers do not know their animals. Every call I get for a baby squirrel, I fear I am going to pick up a rat. But, much to my amazement, tonight I have a Manhattan groundhog sitting in a dog crate in my living room, awaiting release.

The people at the SoHo Grand couldn't have been nicer--to me or the marmot. They captured her (or him) off the street, despite the animal's screaming, because they figured leaving her there would be cruel. (They used to call them whistle pigs.) They gave her a nice crate, water, carrots and apples. Their theory was that she climbed into somebody's trunk, then unwittingly stowed away into Manhattan. There was some speculation that she had somehow escaped a Chinatown kitchen. Groundhogs can move faster than you think, but I doubt one could make its way into Manhattan like the coyote.

I talked to Bobby Horvath, the kindest and most experienced wildlife rehabber in New York. He was surprised the groundhog let itself be caught. "Picture a squirrel, times 10," he said, describing the difficulty of catching one without equipment. Bobby suggested I keep her till the rain stops in a day, just to be sure she's okay, while he figures out a decent release site. Meanwhile, I put a plate of food in her cage. She sat on it. I looked at her near the bars. She lunged at me. I think she'll be fine.


Where to See Wild Animals Around New York City

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Manhattan's Captured Coyote May Be Released in the Bronx

Photo from 1010 Wins

Cops captured a coyote in lower Manhattan Thursday and are holding the young female at least overnight. She may be released into Van Cortlandt Park as early as Friday night, people who were in on the discussions say. Right now she's sleeping off tranquilizers at Animal Care and Control.

Dumping the coyote in the Bronx may sound like Manhattan just dumping its unpleasantries in an outer borough, but there's solid reasoning to it. Most New Yorkers don't realize that Van Cortlandt and Pelham Bay Park already have coyote populations. 

No one is sure if this is the same coyote that's been hanging around Central Park the last couple months. My guess is that it is. One thing that surprised most people is that the coyote turned out to be a female. People had figured the Central Park coyote as a young male who got pushed out of his territory by dominant males in mating season.

But it does seem that the Central Park Coyote was out and about yesterday. Bruce Yolton said the Central Park coyote--who has a habit of leaving the Hallett Nature Preserve just after dusk--was seen wandering around the preserve woods at lunch yesterday. On Wednesday 1010 says the canine was spotted down near the Holland Tunnel, but evaded cops. Of all the ways a coyote could get into Manhattan, I don't think the Holland Tunnel was high on anyone's list.  Cops finally caught her Thursday in a parking lot on Canal Street near the West Side Highway, The Daily News reports.

Getting caught outside the park may be her lucky break. The Central Park may have been slated for immediate death and rabies testing  for the coyote because of the outbreak of rabies in Central Park's raccoons. The Health Department may still decide the coyote should stay in quarantine for 10 days to make sure she shows no rabies symptoms.


1010 also quotes a vet saying this is a coydog--half coyote, half dog. That's not quite right. Genetic tests on similar animals have shown they aren't "wild dog," but a mix of western coyote and the eastern wolf that was wiped out. No coywolf has successfully moved to Manhattan, but there are at least two packs in parks in the Bronx. They may move this one out, but another will be sure to try to take over the real estate again.

Where to See Wild Animals Around New York City
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Read about the coywolf from its original tracker, Urban Hawks
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Are Different Animals Showing Up? Or Are We Just Getting Better at Spotting Them?

When you hear a report of a unexpected animal or bird showing up someplace, is it because they really moving into new places? Or did we just become better spotters? Or maybe it was the biological authorities who became less dismissive of citizen scientists? That was the gist of what ornithologist Shibail Mitra mulled over at a lecture at the Linnean Society of New York last night.

Mitra, who a biology professor at the College of Staten Island, came down for the citizen scientists, showing through several bird species examples how official guides willfully overlooked several species--counting them as an unremarkable subspecies, invasive escaped pets or just rare lost souls. Then when a committee somewhere declared it was a legitimate species, people started reporting more of them.


Barnacle Goose  Branta leucopsis
Courtesy of Ucumari
This bird breeds in Greenland, so its appearances early in the 20th Century were written off as escaped pets. Serious birders would put parentheses around them on their lists because they didn't really count. Now they're showing up more than once a year and records counters are accepting them.





Cackling Goose Branta hutchinsii
The Cackling Goose was dismissed as a a subspecies of the Canada Goose. So nobody counted it and it was "grossly overlooked," Mitra says. Then in 2004 the American Ornithology Union decided that this much smaller bird that breeds in the arctic and winters in the west from Oregon to Mexico really is a separate species. That manmade distinction always makes the birds more interesting to people,  Mitra says.







Arctic Tern Sterna paradisaea
Courtesy of Reders
Arctic terns were seldom recorded before the seventies by the birding authorities. They were at best a celebrity vagrant--a bird that quickly becomes the object of desire and gossip among birders. (The Central Park coywolf is certainly New York City's celebrity vagrant of the moment.) Then sub-adult Arctic terns started showing up where and when nobody expected them: on Long Island beaches in mid-summer. Not old enough to breed, these adolescents don't have to keep up with the rigorous arctic to Antarctica schedule of adults, so they visit the Moriches Inlet.

"When people did not have the predisposition to think they would find arctic terns," Mitra says, "they did not find arctic terns."

There was much grumbling in the crowd toward the arrogance and whimsy of the ornithological authorities that seem to have birders under their thumb. Assuming that we know more than we really do about the species in an area can lead to lousy identification and conservation. If you assume you know exactly what birds, plants and animals need protecting, you may only protect their specialized habitat and overlook more prosaic landscapes that will save an animal you haven't thought of 100 years from now. Of course, this kind of thinking is what leads to boring wildlife preserves, but better mundane preserves than none at all.

Where to See Wild Animals Around New York City