Archive for September, 2011
Epigraphy Postscript
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I went back to the vandalized bench at Mills Reservation with a flashlight and some tin foil, and was able to produce the shadow required to let me read the rest of the honoree’s name: it is in fact Charles Alexander Capron, who lived right around the corner on Bradford. Capron appears to have been the chairman of the Montclair Planning Board at the time the Davella Mills Foundation donated the larger part of the land that is now the reservation.
Who cares? Somebody obviously did, and somebody still should. What a shameful way to treat the memory of someone who did so much for Essex County.
A Yellow Cardinalid
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Sure, its official English name is Scarlet Tanager, but this species isn’t “really” a tanager at all, and only adult males in alternate plumage are “scarlet.” The rest of the time–and all year ’round in the case of females–these handsome woodland grosbeaks are a pleasing leafy olive, letting them go more often than not unnoticed in the dense treetops they prefer.
The specific epithet assigned this bird, olivacea, reflects that fact. Gmelin based his 1789 description of the species (calling it Tanagra olivacea) on Latham’s Olive Tanager, the description of which is clearly that of a juvenile Scarlet Tanager, wings bars and all. Both authors took birds in this plumage, along with females and basic-plumaged individuals of either sex, to be distinct from their “Red Tanager,” which we now recognize as simply the alternate male Scarlet Tanager.
Unfortunately, by the time the identity of these green birds with the black-winged red males was recognized, the scientific epithet rubra (meaning, of course, “scarlet”) was already occupied–by the Summer Tanager, which Linnaeus had named Fringilla rubra in the authoritative Tenth Edition of the Systema naturae. To make matters even more confusing, Gmelin’s name had somehow been forgotten, and so for the first three quarters of a century of the AOU Check-list, our Scarlet Tanager went under Vieillot’s eminently sensible but later name erythromelas–black and red.
Not until 1919 did Harry Oberholser make the first effort to resurrect Gmelin’s neglected name, and not until 1957 did Piranga olivacea finally appear in an edition of the Check-list.
As an amusing aside, the recent reassignment of these non-tanagers to the family Cardinalidae would have come as no surprise to some early ornithologists: in 1760, Brisson calls the bird “le cardinal de Canada” in his French text, and Cardinalis canadensis in the accompanying Latin translation. What goes around comes around.
Fall Colors
Posted by: | CommentsThe nearly constant rain we’ve been having may put paid to the autumn display of the ashes and maples. But that same sogginess is helping another group of organisms make up for it.

If you look down, you’ll find that Mills Reservation is a bounty of color right now, nicely set off by the rich browns and blacks of a wet forest floor.

This tiny mushroom, growing right in the middle of a heavily trod path, sports a ghoulish purple unlike anything else terrestrial nature has to offer.

Glowing fungi almost make one appreciate the dim light and drizzle that have made birding so unproductive this week.
My Epigraphic Duty
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Essex County isn’t doing a very good job of protecting Mills Reservation, a beautiful bit of woodland park with a trail design by the Olmsteds. Not only is it overrun by the dogs of scofflaw dog owners, but the cliffs and ravines are obviously the site of much nocturnal activity, if one is to judge by the beer cans and other material tokens of romantic conquest scattered around.
Saddest of all is this simple curved bench, covered in graffiti, its seat chipped and worn and the inscription on its back nearly gone. What I can still make out is this:
THIS PLACE HAS BEEN BUILT BY THE FR[I]ENDS OF CHARLES ALEXANDER —— TO COMMEMORATE THE GREAT T[A]L[EN]TS THE —– —NG AND THE GENER[O]U[S] SPIRIT [H]E BROUGHT [T]O A LIFE OF SERVICE A.D. —6
A quick google search hasn’t helped me figure out who this Charles Alexander N.N. was, but I’m sure somebody out there knows. My one guess: Charles Alexander Capron, who died in 1955, which would make the partially defaced date at the end read 1956.
In any event, maybe someday Essex County will clean and restore this simple resting spot.
Liberty Sod
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Like birders everywhere, I’ve spent a lot of time at sod farms over the years. This was a new one for me, reached by taking Shades of Death past Jenny Jump all the way to Liberty, then driving the gravel tracks down to the Slough of Spipers (I made that last one up). I kept expecting a black-robed John Bunyan to progress up the lane towards me.
Unfortunately, there was more slough than shorebirds today. I’d run into a couple of birders who reported having seen golden plover earlier in the morning, but I couldn’t find any–I blamed it not on my poor birding skills but rather on the excellent birding skills of the juvenile Northern Harrier and the adult Peregrine Falcon that were hazing the flocks. A couple of American Kestrels looked on, no doubt in envy and admiration of their larger, more powerful colleagues.

I did finally find a small flock of surviving shorebirds of half a dozen species. Killdeer, as expected, were the most abundant, but the 21 juvenile Pectoral Sandpipers were a nice surprise. There were very few smaller stints, just a couple of Semipalmated and Least Sandpipers and a lone White-rumped Sandpiper, that last uncommonish away from the shore in New Jersey. One Greater and one Lesser Yellowlegs and two Black-bellied Plover–a patchy adult and a neatly spotted juvenile–towered above the rest.
I’m not sure whether this will become “my” shorebird spot or not: it’s an hour from Little Falls, which is a long ways by Jersey standards, and I didn’t see anything there that I couldn’t have found, sometimes in much larger numbers, elsewhere. But it’s always good to learn a new spot, and maybe on my next visit there’ll be something fancy. Gyrfalcon, anyone?





