Archive for February, 2011
Ard
Posted by: | CommentsIt sounds a bit like Hollywood pirate talk, or perhaps a German television station, but the English suffix “-ard” is responsible for some very interesting bird names. Without it, we’d be bereft of one of my all-time favorites, Mallard.

Generally, the -ard ending denotes excess in the character described in the first element of the word. Thus, a dullard is exceptionally dull, a laggard exceptionally tardy, a drunkard exceptionally tipsy. And Mallards are exceptionally male, as the drakes’ eagerness to mate (better, to copulate) with most things feathered suggests. Indeed, the word was often used–even as late as Newton’s Dictionary of 1893–in reference only to the male of the species and his notorious concupiscence.
Can you come up with another bird name using this suffix? Hint: a couple of what seemed to me obvious ones don’t qualify.
Snow
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So much for Vancouver’s much-vaunted Mediterranean climate. It’s infrequent, I know, but I still take the snows we’ve had this winter as a personal affront.
Until, that is, I venture forth and find out once again how beautiful winter is on the shores of English Bay.

The snow concentrates birds at woodland edges and roadsides, where they can still get to the leaf litter and flowing water. Today at Acadia Beach Gellert and I found flocks of Song Sparrows and Varied Thrushes all around the parking lot.

Down on the beach proper, a pair of (or, at least, two) Pacific Wrens were working the rocks.

For being a secretive woodland bird, these wrens sure spend a lot of time out in the open, especially on dark days like this one. I still haven’t seen one sing from the beach yet, though.

There was relatively little action out on the water. A flock of about 100 Surf Scoters had three White-winged Scoters with it, and small numbers of Buffleheads and Barrow’s Goldeneye were bouncing around here and there. Closer were in were a few Red-breasted Mergansers and a drake Common Goldeneye, which didn’t seem to mind Gellert at all.

He was probably hoping for a little protection from the half dozen Harbor Seals, any one of which would probably have been very happy with a goldeneye lunch.

I guess a little snow isn’t such a bad thing after all. I guess.
Gull Backs
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Late winter brings a small but noticeable incursion of Ring-billed Gulls to Vancouver, and with them the chance for plenty of comparison with the remotely similar, and much more abundant, Mew Gull.
I love using the words “abundant” and “Mew Gull” in the same sentence.
In any event, this photo, taken at Kitsilano Pool, shows well the difference in upperpart pattern–not just upperpart color–between the two species. Mew Gull, the slightly smaller, duller-footed bird in back, shows a much greater expanse of white in the tertials, and its slightly darker mantle makes the white spots on the scapulars show up more clearly, too.
But what really interests me here is that the white tips on the Ring-billed Gull’s primaries are actually larger than on the wing of this Mew. Until this British Columbia year of ours, I’d assumed that it was the other way around; but in fact, the conspicuous white of an adult Mew Gull’s wingtip is mostly proximal to the black banding of the primaries.
Neat stuff. I like living where there are gulls again!
Munch
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Rock Pigeon is a fairly common bird here in urban Kitsilano, Cooper’s Hawk rather less so.
But that may be changing.
Mallards: The Weird and the Wonderful
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Is there anything more glorious than a wild Mallard drake in his basic (=breeding =winter =bright =fancy) plumage? And the hens, though more muted, are every bit as beautiful, too.

In a way, it’s too bad that this species is so incredibly abundant and so familiar to most of us. It’s sometimes just too easy to look right past Mallards in our search for something “better,” and we wind up ignoring some things–like the bright blue secondaries–that would take our breath away in a bird less common and less quotidian.

Watching Mallards is, in fact, one of the most exciting ways a birder can spend her time: not only are they pretty, but they’re given to shamelessness in most of their behaviors, letting human eyes behold all sorts of avian activities usually conducted in private. Preening, bathing, feeding, and every stage of courtship from soup to nuts: all out on display.
It gets even better. While we often think of a big flock as just the backdrop to the star rarities we’re looking for, large congregations of Mallards are in fact anything but monolithic. Even when the search turns up no vagrants–and statistically speaking, that’s going to be most of the time–there’s almost always a “different” bird among the Mallards themselves, a hybrid or an intergrade or, heaven help us, a barnyard duck.

As the English name “Mallard” suggests, these ducks are nothing if not promiscuous, and in the heat of the moment, drakes will mate with anything with feathers. The most commonly observed hybrids are, as one might expect, those with closely related taxa such as American Black Duck (above, in New Jersey) or Mexican Duck (below, in Arizona).

Sometimes things get really out of hand, and the result can be something like this, a Mallard x Northern Pintail hybrid in British Columbia.

More frequently we run across birds that don’t really fit any of the categories of thought we birders work within. And that’s because they aren’t really “wild” in the sense of the field guides. Mallards have been domesticated for thousands of years, and their sense of adventure means that such birds–bred for meat, for eggs, for ornament and companionship–regularly escape to join their wild cousins on lakes and ponds. And many populations of “feral” Mallards receive a regular infusion of new blood every Easter Monday, when it is discovered that ducklings possess not just adorability but digestive tracts.
Many of these birds–lately, it seems, described with the none too delicate adjective “manky,” a nicely alliterative coinage by Charlie Moores–are immediately recognizable as Mallards of a sort.

This very pretty bird, for example, might be mistaken for a genuine wild Mallard at a glance–he’s even got the species’ trademark “ducktail,” a feature retained in most domestic Mallard drakes–but the head shape is strange, and the plumage is oddly yellowish throughout. Somewhere in this bird’s pedigree we’re almost certain to find a domestic forebear of the breed known, aptly, as Buff.
Other individuals can lead to confusion. I’ve heard birders seriously weigh the possibility that a white-bibbed Mallard–a feature conspicuous in several domestic breeds–was in fact an eider.

And call ducks, the tiniest and cutest breed of domestic Mallard going, are continually misidentified as leucistic wigeon, thanks to their short necks, round heads, and diminutive bills.

There are dozens of domestic breeds of Mallard that can be seen “in the wild,” from bizarre runners

to equally weird crested ducks.

What they all have in common is that they’re Mallards–just like a cocker spaniel or a Labradoodle is a dog, just like an American beauty is a rose. It’s pretty amazing what a few millennia of selective breeding can do!
Check 10000 Birds for a growing gallery of domestic and just plain bizarre Mallards.





