{"id":8753,"date":"2014-06-15T03:45:28","date_gmt":"2014-06-15T10:45:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/birdaz.com\/blog\/?p=8753"},"modified":"2014-06-13T14:57:48","modified_gmt":"2014-06-13T21:57:48","slug":"out-on-the-prairies-with-frank-chapman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/birdaz.com\/blog\/2014\/06\/15\/out-on-the-prairies-with-frank-chapman\/","title":{"rendered":"Out on the Prairies with Frank Chapman"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I can still lead you right to the battleship gray table in the basement of Love Library where I first made the acquaintance of Frank Chapman. It was thirty-five years ago this fall (thirty-five! years!) that I discovered the wonders of 598.2 C36, with its shocking cover and its weirdly captivating photographs of birds and birders at the turn of the twentieth century.<\/p>\n

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The travels Chapman recounts here don’t seem so exotic to me any more; but when I was sixteen, I could hardly imagine ever getting to the places Chapman and his friends got to bird.<\/p>\n

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Barrier beaches and Florida heronries, alcids on the California coast and the flamingos of Caribbean islands: it was inconceivable that I should ever be able to witness any of those sites and sights.<\/p>\n

\"Boobies,<\/a><\/p>\n

What really got my attention, though, was that when he wasn’t traveling around the bird world with his camera and his shotgun, this famous ornithologist and writer and museum man had actually birded my part of that world, Nebraska.<\/p>\n

And he wrote about it in the\u00a0Camps and Cruises<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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The travels Chapman narrates were all undertaken in the quest for specimens for new habitat groups at the American Museum. In the Autobiography<\/a>,\u00a0<\/em>Chapman would wax nostalgic when it comes to prairie-chickens: during his boyhood in New Jersey,<\/p>\n

\u00a0the desire to form a collection … found expression in gathering the feathers and wings of birds. Of the latter I acquired what I should now term a “large series,” willingly cut by our cook from Prairie Hens which, in season, at that period (1872-1876) festooned butcher shops.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Thirty years later<\/a>, when birds were needed not under glass but behind it, the eastern chicken — the famous heath hen — was long gone from New Jersey, and trains no longer supplied east coast gourmands with barrels full from the prairies of the west.<\/p>\n

When, therefore, I made inquiry of various correspondents concerning a place where I might count on finding Prairie Hens in numbers, I was advised to go to the sand-hills of Nebraska…. [where] the bird proved to be abundant and here, doubtless, it will make its last stand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"Greater<\/a><\/p>\n

Chapman, accompanied by the principal players in the creation of the museum’s habitat groups — the famous painter Bruce Horsfall and the equally well-known preparator Jesse D. Figgins — arrived in Lincoln on May 1<\/a>, 1906, where they got their permits in order and were joined by Lawrence Bruner, one of the leading lights of natural history at the University of Nebraska and author of a book I already knew<\/a> well.<\/p>\n

\"Sandhills\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The party must have driven to Halsey (not yet the site of a unit of the Nebraska National Forest), as Chapman says<\/a> that they reached the collecting site on May 3 and were finished there by May 6; indeed, they were already in Tucson on May 10.<\/p>\n

When they arrived on the banks of the Middle Loup, the birders found the northward migration “at its height,” with many passage birds mingling with the local breeders. Like generations of happy observers after him, Chapman was impressed<\/a> with the mix of typically eastern and typically western birds on Nebraska’s Great Plains:<\/p>\n

The Prairie Hen, for example, extends more than half-way across the state where it meets the Sharp-tail Grouse or Prairie Chicken; the Great-crested Flycatcher meets the Arkansas Kingbird, the Blue Jay the Magpie, to mention a few of many similar cases.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"Sharp-tailed<\/a><\/p>\n

The most abundant species recorded in the sandhills around Halsey was, then as now, the\u00a0western meadowlark<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

\"Western<\/a><\/p>\n

Its “hurried, ecstatic, twittering, jumbled” flight song making a big impression on Chapman, so much more used as he was to the “clean-cut fifing” of the\u00a0eastern meadowlark<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

On May 4<\/a>, Bruner took Chapman and colleagues out to the lek of the greater prairie-chickens<\/strong>, where the easterners<\/p>\n

listened for the first time to their booming, with doubtless much the same feeling that an ardent music-lover first hears the voice of a world-renowned singer. The birds were distant about a mile, but their pervasive, resonant, conch-like notes, came distinctly to the ears through the still, clear air.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I distinctly remember my mind’s wandering from that evening’s calculus homework to ponder the meaning of that inscrutable “conch-like<\/a>.” There was no google for me to consult back then, remember.<\/p>\n

\"Greater<\/a><\/p>\n

By the way, if you want to bird Nebraska in Chapman’s footsteps, consider joining me next March<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I can still lead you right to the battleship gray table in the basement of Love Library where I first made the acquaintance of Frank Chapman. It was thirty-five years ago this fall (thirty-five! years!) that I discovered the wonders of 598.2 C36, with its shocking cover and its weirdly captivating photographs of birds and … <\/p>\n

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