One
morning in late May I decided to head for the hills – the Muncy
Hills that is. I’ve written about the Muncy Hills in previous
posts, specifically this one from last year about a search for pink lady’s-slipper.
It
was time to search for those beautiful orchids once again in the area
where, in June 1978, I’d found a huge colony of pink lady’s-slipper –
Up
through the remnants of the old red pine plantation and into a stand
of black birch and red maple. There was the first lady’s-slipper
plant, two leaves, but no flower –
The search continued until
11 plants had
been
found, but only two had bloomed. One of those plants had a
dried-up/wilted
flower, the
other had
a year-old seed capsule side-by-side with this year’s
dried-up/wilted
flower –
From
hundreds, perhaps thousands, of plants in bloom on June 8, 1978 to
only 11 plants of which only two had bloomed in early May in 2024. Old records
indicate that many plants are blooming a couple of weeks earlier than
they did 150 years ago, here we had pink lady’s-slipper blooming a
month earlier than they did a mere 46 years ago – thanks climate
change!
So
down the hill I went until – from almost beneath my foot burst a
female ovenbird, the
small warbler that looks like a miniature thrush.
She went into a broken-wing act –
Ovenbirds
build a well-camouflaged domed nest resembling an earthen oven on the
ground. This is one I found several years ago –
I
cautiously looked for the nest, being careful to only step in open
spots where the ground was flat, but couldn’t find it among the
fern, crowsfoot and fallen leaves. Taking a seat against one of the
birch trees with good view of the area where the nest was located ...
... it was a matter of
waiting
to see if
the female would
return; so
I
donned
a
camo face mask and draped
a sniper’s veil over my shoulders and arms. Twenty
minutes later there she was, having flown into the lower limbs of
a small hemlock –
After
flitting from branch to branch, she moved to one small birch and then
to another –
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The ovenbird was very cautious and wary, but eventually descended to the ground
where she was hard to see among the ferns and crowsfoot. I had but one
glimpse of her before she vanished –
Now that she was back on the nest, it was time to quietly
pack up and head back to the car.