Category Archives: Birds and Butterflies

Birds and butterflies of the Arboretum

What’s New in the Neighborhood

We’ve got solar panels in the Arboretum! And just up the street! I really would like to have these on our house. I think that all new construction should just automatically have energy efficiencies included.












We also had a few new visitors to our backyard, ones that are pretty rare in urban settings. The first was a Spring Azure. Pete said he used to see these in Connecticut in the 1970s. These butterflies are typically found near wooded areas, so to see one in our yard was pretty special. First one that we’ve seen ever in Ohio.





Finally, Pete saw a brown thrasher in our backyard. This was the second time he had seen one. Well, heard one would be more like it. Pete heard what he thought was a mockingbird. Then he saw the thrasher and heard its call and knew that’s what he had heard before. The birds are related so the calls are very similar. The fact that the bird saw our backyard as good habitat was really neat. We have lots of ground cover (leaves) and low bushes, which is what they like. One thing that worried us were neighborhood cats; the thrasher’s feeding and nesting habits make it vulnerable to predators.

Brown thrasher







Don’t forget LOUA’s Earth Day event:

Saturday, April 25, 2015
9-11am and 1-3pm

Click here to volunteer. Once you open the page, you’ll volunteer by clicking on the date in the box.

Until next time!


Something’s Been Bugging Me…

This last week has been all about the bugs. Or, as my entomologist husband would say, it’s been all about the insects. As he has told me many times in the past, true bugs have sucking mouth parts. That being said, saying that something’s been insecting me doesn’t quite sound the same.

First off, at work our office has moved into a new building. And since it was being remodeled beforehand, the windows were always open. Which allowed plenty of insects egress into the building, where they happily set up shop. We have fruit flies, flies, gnats, ants, and a few cockroaches (which I admit, I also saw in Bricker Hall.) They are thinking about doing something to get rid of the little pests – I had one fruit fly that just flew around my head all day. Not a piece of fruit to be seen. I named him Fred.

Then on Friday night, we put some plants in my front garden because it was supposed to rain on Saturday, and I thought that would be the perfect time to get them all into the ground. Pete and I were nearly eaten alive by Asian tigers. We sprayed with Off! but the little blood suckers just laughed at it, finding the one centimeter of skin that hadn’t been coated. Of course, with dirty hands, swatting at them wasn’t the best thing to do. I finally gave up and swatted away; I looked like I had rolled in the dirt when I got inside.

As I was relaxing upstairs Saturday afternoon, Seamus, our cat, came up to lay on my lap, something he usually doesn’t do. I noticed he had all of this white stuff on his head, and in looking at it to try and figure out what it was, I noticed the white stuff was moving. I screamed at Pete, “Seamus has something alive crawling all over him!!” Pete took a sample under his microscope and declared Seamus had mites. As did Ciara. Walking dandruff is what it’s called. Of course, no vet was open, and all the on-line treatments were prescription only. Then, in combing a sample of the fur from the other cats, I found a flea. Of course, that meant that everyone had fleas. We were told at PetPeople in Clintonville to try diamaceous earth. It’s a very fine silica powder that somehow cuts the exoskeleton of fleas, drying them out and eventually killing them. It’s very safe to use. We sprinkled some on each cat and around the places they liked to lay, after washing everything we could. It seems to have worked on the mites – Pete saw some under the microscope, but they were all dead.

Today, I noticed that our burr oak’s leaves were looking a bit yellow and the red lace bugsoak’s leaves were turning brown. Turning over the leaves, I noticed lots (and I mean lots) of eggs and insects. Pete says they are lace bugs (you, know, the ones with the sucking mouth parts). Well, they certainly were sucking out the sap from those leaves. The red oak had more eggs that Pete couldn’t identify. Dang bugs – or insects! Or whatever.

Finally, has any noticed the lack of butterflies around, especially monarchs? Pete and I haven’t seen anythcabbage whiteing but a few black swallowtails, one tiger swallowtail, and one mourning cloak. We haven’t seen one monarch anywhere in Central Ohio. I’ve heard that the conditions for monarchs this year weren’t very good – storms and drought – as well as loss of habitat in Mexico. The only thing I’ve seen butterfly-wise are the cabbage whites, introduced from Europe.

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Until next time!

For the Birds

For about ten years, Pete has been getting National Geographic Magazine. I look forward to it each month, mostly for the pictures, which are always so remarkable. But one story in this month’s issue caught my eye. It was about how songbirds are being destroyed in the Mediterranean. Here’s a link to the story, but be warned, the short video with the story was, at least, for me, very difficult to watch.

In a nutshell, song birds are being killed by the thousands. Some are being killed for food, but most are just hunted for sport or poached. Many are shot, others are caught with traps that look like mouse traps, while some get stuck on sticks covered with sap. The birds are varied: golden orioles, Ortolan bunting, chiffchaff, garhaneys, Europena robins, turtledoves, blackcaps, wheatears, warblers and raptors.

Even those that kill these birds are noticing that their numbers are declining to the point where they comment, “There are no birds around.” I can’t imagine a world that doesn’t include the sound of birds singing.

Until next time.

Birds and BioBlitz

First of all, BioBlitz was a huge success! Thanks to the over 75 people who came out to learn about our Glen Echo Ravine. And a big THANK YOU to Mike Graziano for organizing this event. His boundless enthusiasm got us all going, my husband included, who acted like a kid in a candy store with all the insects he found! I am waiting on the tally sheet from Mike and more photos from others who attended; once I get that, I will post more. We found so many things in the ravine that we weren’t expecting – and they were all good.

Here’s a little preview of what to expect:

This is an adult white-footed mouse that was caught and released.

BW warbler

Black and White Warbler

The best part about the BioBlitz was that I got to go on my first bird walk. Pete got me a great pair of binoculars as a present, and I finally got to use them. I must admit, it takes a bit of practice to sight in a bird with those things! I finally got the hang of it after missing the first bird. I saw a Black and White warbler as well as a downy woodpecker. Oh, and some bird with yellow on his (or her) head that I don’t recall the name. Some birder I’m going to make! The warbler was something else as I’ve never seen a bird anything like it. I have a thing for birds that hop.

All of the birders were so helpful in pointing the little critters out to me as well as giving me tips on how to find the birds and then pull them up with my binoculars. (They are so small! So fast! And they blend in with everything! And they don’t sit still!) I plan on trying to head out again with the Glen Echo Bird Club this weekend.

Having the right pair of binoculars really made a difference (once I got the hang of using them).  Mine are Eagle Optics Denali 8 x 42. The first number is the magnification while the second number is the diameter of the big lens, which indicates brightness. Doing a little research led me to believe that a 7-10 magnification and a lens size between 35 and 50 is pretty good. You also need to take into consideration the weight, fit, close-focus distance and field of view. Having used binoculars that were less than perfect, I can really say that buying the best you can afford is sound advice.

house-finchOn a final note about birds, I put out the hanging ferns on my front porch, all ready for Mama and Papa Finch to build a nest in. Papa Finch has been singing up a storm outside our bedroom window. I know that most likely, I will once again have my heart broken when some of the little guys don’t make it. And I am certain there will be at least one trip to the wildlife center off of Sawmill, baby bird in hand. Yes, it’s how things go in the animal kingdom, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Until next time.

Migratory Madness

It’s coming on that time of year (no, not when college hoops rules – although I am listening to the Bucks play the Arizona Wildcats tonight) when the birds migrate through Ohio. These birds are heading up from the south into Canada and the boreal forest or arctic regions, with some having flown from as far away as Central and South America. They have one more push to reach their final destinations, but Lake Erie is out there, one last – and rather large – obstacle to cross.

USGS flyway map

If you look at a map of Lake Erie, the western end of the lake isn’t as wide, providing an easier place to cross. So before these birds head out, they gather strength in the marshes and preserves in Northwest Ohio. By March, some of the birds are making their way warblernorth, although more will be traveling in May. In fact, in searching around the Internet, I found a site, Biggest Week in American Birding, which takes place this year in Northwest Ohio the week of May 3rd. It is, apparently, a big deal (and a lot of tourist dollars) to see all of these birds come in. Some of the more spectacular birds that fly through are: Kirtland’s Warbler, American Redstart, Mourning Warbler, and Black-and-white Warbler. The little beauty above is the Blackburnian Warbler. I can imagine why people would travel from around the world to have the chance to look at such a bird…If any of you have gone to Lake Erie to bird watch, let me know how it was.

When I was a kid, the biggest thrill for me (at least as far as birds were concerned!) was to see the first robin of the season. That told me that winter was over and spring was around the corner. Unfortunately, since then, I’ve learned that robins stay in Ohio all winter long; it was a bit like finding out that the Easter Bunny wasn’t real when I saw my first robin in December, happily munching on a hawthorn berry.

Speaking of birds, Pete and I were walking to the market when I heard a bird song that I didn’t recognize. I tracked down the bird on the top of a tree. Pete said it was a male chickadee with his mating call. He was so funny to watch with his head bobbing around. Pete said he was looking out any females in the neighborhood. So spring – and love – is in the air.

Basketball ain’t the only game in town!

Until next time!

Woody the Woodpecker

Do any of you remember the cartoon character Woody the Woodpecker? When I was a kid, I used to watch the Woody Woodpecker Show. I loved him so much that I got a Woody Woodpecker puppet. I remember that his head was really heavy and would flop around if I didn’t hold my hand just right. Remember, this was way back in a time when technology was still large and clunky. He had a pull string that made him give his famous call (laugh?). I would pull that string like crazy, making my brother beg me to stop. I wouldn’t even wait until Woody was done with his laugh before I pulled the string again. I was a very annoying child at times.

Thus began my fascination with woodpeckers even though I am more likely to hear one than see one. It’s so difficult to spot them in the woods when all you hear is them beating their beaks against a tree. I’ve often wondered how they didn’t end up with the headache to end all headaches from all that pounding. Turns out a sponge-like area separates the skull from the beak and that helps protect the woodpecker, as well as a beak that doesn’t line up top to bottom, which helps distribute the force of each blow. Fascinating!

When I visit my brother, Michael, in Michigan, we will often see red-bellied and downy woodpeckers in his backyard. Along with the blue jays and the Cooper’s hawk named Christmas, woodpeckers are the favorite bird of MaryJo,his wife. Here in our backyard, we’ve seenred-bellied-woodpecker-bird-melanerpes-carolinus_w483_h725 the same birds (well, not the exact same birds, but you know what I mean!) coming into our yard. I just enjoy the way they hop up and down the trees. My favorite is the red-bellied woodpecker, Melanerpes carolinas, because I love the checkerboard markings and red head. (And why it’s called a red-bellied when its belly isn’t red, I’ll never know…) We use suet to attract these birds, but I think that the feeder we haven’t isn’t the best for them because they have to hang upside-down to feed. I’ve read that woodpeckers like to be able to use their tail to support themselves while feeding, and our feeder doesn’t do that. If anyone can recommend a good feeder or feeding method, please let me know.

Until next time!

A Song of Birds

Everyone knows that there are many different accents when it comes to the spoken word. When I was in London, England, I managed to get turned around in Leicester Square. I went up to a storekeeper to ask for directions to the Tate Museum where my bus would be waiting to take me back to Oxford. What came out of this very helpful gent’s mouth for directions wasn’t anything that I could figure out. I knew he was speaking the Queen’s English, but it appeared that he was speaking something that the first Queen Elizabeth might have understood. Thankfully for me, he pointed and off I went.

Strangely enough, the same thing can be said about birds. Hard to believe – I envision something like a bird from Boston saying “Paaark the caaar” while one from Ohio would simply say, “Park the car.”  One of the reasons for these regional dialects is because of urban settings. It appears that birds with higher-pitched notes have less echoes from the tall buildings in a city. So those notes are stronger and would give a bird an edge, at least if that bird was in the city. And since the baby birds learn from their parents how to “speak,” these dialects continue. Country birds have less need for their song to carry as far because of the open spaces.

Another reason for the different songs might be the age of the birds. Younger birds are still finding their voice, settling on the song that they will soon sing each time they vocalize. And even within the bird world, birds have different levels of song: some might only have a few songs while others, like the mockingbird, have over 100.

Who knew? Or as any Brooklyn bird can tell you, “Fuggetaboutit!”

Until next time!

Happy Birthday to Glen Echo!

Well, if you didn’t make it to the Glen Echo birthday bash this past Saturday, you missed a wonderful party! We must have had about 200 people show up. There was face painting for kids (my favorite was a kid painted as a cow!), a magician, White Castle hamburgers, hot dogs, and LOUA, FLOW and FOR all representing. So many people stopped by our tent – I think we had over ten new members! There was such support for all that LOUA, FLOW and FOR have done for this area.

The bird mural was also dedicated and turned out even better than I could ever imagine. Jason was nice enough to record the dedication – watch the video below!

So many people were there to see the mural; Sarah Snyder has a great camera that took these wonderful shots:

I did get one mystery solved at the event. Do you remember me mentioning a small greyish bird that I saw but could never identify? Well, I saw that bird in the ravine on Saturday. This time, John was there, our expert birder. I took him to the area where I had seen the bird and, yes, you guessed it, the little guy was no where to be seen. But then, I saw him at the same time John did. A few seconds to look through the binoculars, and I was told the bird was a blue grey gnatcatcher. They are really amazing birds, hopping around on the trees then suddenly diving to the stream to catch an insect. These birds are so fast and never seem to rest for a moment. (Not to mention that they look like the models used for “Angry Birds”!) I tried unsuccessfully to find the birds myself in the lens, but by the time I focused on the place I thought the bird was, the little guy was already somewhere else. I was given a trick of sighting the bird in with my eyes then bringing the binoculars up to my eyes but no luck. I guess I need my birds to be larger and more still!

Anyway, thanks to everyone who came out to the Glen Echo birthday bash. It was a blast!

Until next time!

It Takes A Community…To Create A Mural

Saturday morning, Pete and I headed down to the underpass in Glen Echo, the one that will turn into the beautiful bird mural. The purpose of our trip was to help prime the bridge for the painting that Clint Davidson, the artist, would hopefully begin today. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what kind of a turnout there would be and got a little worried as we approached, not hearing any voices. Well, I needn’t have worried (the bridge apparently acts like a huge sound absorber!) as once we got closer, there were plenty of people already working. There was food donated from great businesses in Clintonville, including Mozart’s Cafe, Pattycake Bakery, Clintonville Community Market, and Crimson Cup Coffee (thanks, everyone!). Kids in the neighbors had a lemonade stand with all the proceeds going to help pay for the mural. It really made me glad to see so many people coming together to do something so wonderful. We also had a lot of people just walking through the park stop by and ask us what we were doing.

The job went much faster than I ever thought possible. But I must admit, the painting was quite different from any I’ve ever done — and not the sort my very neat and clean painter mom would condone! There were no drop cloths, no painter’s tape, no worries about drips and runs. It all went very well with the exception of a few millipedes who were hiding in the crevices that managed to get some paint on them. Pete, of course, rescued them all. We even had several kids helping out, one who was rather creative in his technique for keeping the paint off of his fingers! The worst part was trying to paint in the parts that were filled with dirt; we just did our best!

In the end, we had a lovely blank canvas for Clint to begin drawing in the sketches of the various resident or migratory birds. I can’t thank you all enough for the help and support you’ve shown to make this mural happen! And I can’t wait to post updates on how the mural is progressing. I know it will be beautiful to see.

Until next time!

A Tale of Two Kitties

After all the happy news about our ribbon cutting, this post won’t be quite so upbeat. It’s a very difficult post to write because I love cats, and I love birds. In nature, cats and birds are enemies, as birds would be considered a food source in the wild. But here in Clintonville, we don’t have any feral cats that I know of, so for cats, birds become something to catch and play with and kill. They have a strong hunting instinct that kicks in even if they aren’t hungry.

We have several cats in our neighborhood who roam outside most of the day. I love cats and know that they will chase and catch anything they can. (Remember this post?) Some of the cats near us have bells on their collars that will warn away birds and other creatures like squirrels. I still remember one of the saddest sights from last year: a momma squirrel crying so forlornly, carrying her dead baby in her mouth. It had been attacked by a cat. I started to cry and just couldn’t stop. This year already, we’ve found several dead birds that had been killed by cats in our neighborhood. I have Pete bury them as I say a few words of love to speed them on their way to wherever they are going.

The best solution is for the cat owners to keep their cats inside, not only for the bird’s protection, but for the cat’s. I’ve come close several times to hitting a cat near our home. But if you are like us and have cats just coming into the yard (which we are trying to make a place that birds like to come and visit), then here are some suggestions on how we all can help our fine-feathered friends:

  • Have the cat wear a bell on its collar.
  • Keep claws trimmed to prevent climbing to get to birds.
  • If cats must go outdoors, do not leave them unsupervised, and do not allow them outside overnight, during early morning or other peak bird feeding times.
  • Keep bird feeders and bird baths at least five feet from shrubbery and cover that can conceal a stalking predator. Ideally, feeders should be 10-12 feet from potentially dangerous cover.
  • Check brush piles and shrubbery regularly for ground nests and fledgling birds that are most vulnerable to prowling cats.
  • Avoid using low feeders or ground feeders that make it easier for cats to capture wild birds. Clean up spilled seed regularly to minimize ground feeding birds.
  • Use plastic or metal poles to support feeders so cats’ claws cannot help them climb to the feeder. Baffles are another option to deter hunting cats.

I will leave you with this very sad photo taken in Glen Echo by Chris O’Leary. It’s an indigo bunting that was killed by a cat without a bell on its collar. I have never seen one of these beautiful birds (Pete has in the ravine), and I can tell you that this is not how I wanted to view this bird for the first time. It saddens me so.

Until next time.