Monthly Archives: November 2010

Signs of porcupine

Porcupine den

A couple of weeks ago, Dan returned from a walk with Raven and said that they’d discovered a den. It was on the neighbour’s property about a third of the way back along our fence, visible from the fenceline. It was too dark by that point for photos, and the following day was raining, but I did manage to get out with Raven the day after that. He hadn’t been sure what it was, and given Raven’s curiosity in such things, hadn’t spent much time investigating. When I returned with Raven I made sure to have her sit and wait at a safe distance, just in case.

The den was larger than I was expecting, located halfway up a sandy bank, under the overhanging branches of a large fir. The slope had been worn down with the repeated passing of little feet, though there weren’t any obvious tracks in the soft substrate when I got closer. I’d have to look for some other clue to the identity of the owner.

Porcupine den

Fortunately, that clue wasn’t hard to find. Outside the front door, and just inside the entrance, were many dried droppings of a shape and size that I recognized immediately: the round pellet-like winter scat of a porcupine. Nearly all of them were quite old, suggesting that the den site had probably been used last winter. Whether it was being used this winter or not I wasn’t sure. As soon as the snows settle in porcupines start relieving themselves just outside the den (can you blame them? if you were all alone in your cabin in the woods, wouldn’t you just pee off the back porch instead of hiking through the snow to the outhouse, too?), but during the snow-free months, while the animal has more freedom to wander around, it’s more fastidious in its housekeeping. Normally you’re likely to encounter the pale macaroni-shaped summer scat underneath the feeding trees or in the middle of the forest floor, instead.

On occasion, when I’ve found a porcupine den before, I’ve noticed a few shed quills outside the entrance, but I didn’t see any this time. I’m not actually sure if the den is in use yet; I gather that porcupines have separate summer and winter den sites, with the latter often being at ground level and the former being in a hollow in a tree. If he hasn’t yet moved in, that would explain both the lack of fresh droppings and the absence of shed quills.

Porcupine feeding sign - snipped-off balsam fir twigs

I snapped a few photos then carried on along the fenceline, looking for a good place to hop it to cross back to our property. Along the way I passed through a grove of Balsam Fir, which we seem to have more of in the immediate vicinity of our house than any other naturally-occurring conifer (the owners had at some point planted a fair bit of spruce and pine between the house and the road as a privacy screen, but there isn’t much of it in the neighbouring woods). Eyes to the ground as I picked my way across some fallen branches, I noticed small bits of balsam twigs scattered over the forest floor beneath the trees.

Although I scanned the trees themselves and saw nothing, these are pretty clear evidence of porcupine foraging – in all likelihood, the same individual who will be using that den, come winter. I found this interesting, because it was my understanding that northern porcupines feed nearly exclusively on hemlock during the winter months, with a bit of White Pine thrown in for occasional variety. On the other hand, I noticed feeding sign on one of the tamaracks in the bog last winter, and with not too many hemlock in the immediate area, perhaps the animal was just eating what was available.

I’ll have to come back once we have some snow on the ground and see whether the den is occupied and, if so, where he’s feeding. After finding the trails of a porcupine last winter, I’ll be curious to know what this one’s home range is like.

Sunday Snapshots: The neighbours

horse

I’m just returned from a few days back in the GTA visiting my best friend (who lives too far away); today I’m catching up on a few things, so I’ll simply share a few photos from a week ago, of the horses down the rail trail a little ways. Big, beautiful animals, with sweet temperaments. The farmer has about ten of them, all appearing to be drafts or draft-crosses, and I’m not sure what their story is. I’ve occasionally seen him out on his tractor doing work about the farm, and he doesn’t work his land, so they may not be put to any practical purpose… perhaps he just like draft horses. Sometimes, that’s all the reason you need.

horses

horses

Look at the neck on this one! Three of the horses are huge, with hooves literally the diameter of dinner plates. The pinto and the black horse are both regular-sized horses (perhaps 15hh/5ft at the withers), for comparison. Gentle giants.

horses

Evening Grosbeaks

Evening Grosbeaks

They came back! The Evening Grosbeaks that I first mentioned having visited us in this post returned yesterday; or, it’s perhaps more likely that another group found us, since this flock was bigger than the ones we saw before. I spotted them first at the feeder, before they were flushed into one of the maple trees. They made a couple of trips back to the feeder and away again, before disappearing.

Interestingly, it was always this house-on-a-platform feeder that they came to, even though we have a plain, flat, open platform on the other side of the house which we would have expected them to like better. It’s possible they didn’t find it, but maybe they did, and simply found it too busy. It’s trafficked by most of the smaller birds, chickadees, nuthatches, goldfinches, etc, and is constantly active.

Evening Grosbeak females

I snatched up my camera as soon as I saw them, and ran off several dozen photos. Dan came down and joined me, and got some video with his camera that I thought would be neat to share, but it was taken through the glass and apparently didn’t turn out too well. It’s a funny thing about certain birds like this: you can run off five or six dozen shots, but ultimately every single one of them is simply a bird sitting at a feeder eating. What am I hoping to capture with that thirtieth or fortieth photo? I’m not sure. The excitement of the encounter, perhaps. As I’d mentioned last time, it’s been a decade and a half since I last had Evening Grosbeaks coming to my feeder. I recall them being one of my favourite feeder birds, growing up, one I always looked forward to seeing.

Evening Grosbeak female

A female. They’re very pretty in their own right, with the subtle yellow at the nape, and the soft brown-gray plumage. A delicate tracing of black about the base of the bill. I’d never noticed the white throat before.

I already mentioned a fair bit about the ecology of grosbeaks in the first post, but I’ll repeat it at the bottom here to save you some time if you didn’t catch it the first time or want to read it again.

The species has an interesting range, found in a narrow band through the lower boreal forest, and south through the western mountains, all the way down into Mexico. I’m excited to see an Evening Grosbeak here in Ontario, but I recall that the summer I took a field ornithology contract out in Lake Tahoe, California, the birds were regular visitors to the pines in the yard of the place we were staying. I was searching for nests that summer, and though I saw numerous grosbeaks, and I ended up the summer with the most nests found of our team members, I don’t think I ever found a nest of a grosbeak. I’m sure they were around, but they typically nest quite high in coniferous trees, anywhere from 20-100 feet (6-30 meters), so to find one you’d really have to trail the female if you caught her carrying nest material, or either of the parents when they were carrying food back to the nest. Or you’d have to be very lucky. And I was pretty lucky with some of my finds, but not when it came to grosbeaks, apparently.

Evening Grosbeak male

What do you think the purpose of that heavy unibrow is? It must be a signal to females about the overall “fitness” of the male (that is, how studly he is and how great a father he’d be). Research has shown that many (most?) species of birds have some UV reflectance to their feathers, which the birds can detect but our eyes are unable to. In chickadees, for instance, the really studly males have brighter backs and cheeks, and darker blacks, than the poorer males. These brighter males get the girls, and they also rank higher up the social ladder. Perhaps the same thing is happening here: males with high fitness will have brighter white patches on the wings, brighter yellow unibrows, and darker heads, showing more contrast. We humans won’t be able to tell the difference without doing detailed study with special tools, but the birds all know.

Evening Grosbeak and Blue Jay

Speaking of social dominance, we found it interesting to note that the grosbeaks, for the most part, appeared dominant over the larger Blue Jays. I saw one of the females chase away a nearby jay a couple of times, and they mostly kept their distance. Of course, with a beak like that, I wouldn’t want to risk getting too close, either. Any bird bander will tell you that being bitten by one of the thick-billed species, like grosbeaks and cardinals, hurts like the dickens. The Birds of North America account for Evening Grosbeak notes that the Hawfinch, a European species of the same genus and with a similar bill, can crack seeds that require up to 57 kg (125 lb) of force to open. Strangely, though Evening Grosbeaks rarely eat anything that large or tough, taking mostly caterpillars such as Spruce Budworm or small fruits and seeds such as maple keys.

Evening Grosbeaks

Bohemian Waxwings, Evening Grosbeaks… and it’s only November. Looks like it’s shaping up to be a good winter.

Evening Grosbeak male

From the last post:

The last time I had an Evening Grosbeak visiting the feeders of the house I was living in was about 15 years ago or so, while I was young enough to be still considered “growing up”, and well before I’d taken up birding as a hobby. I recall the birds being nearly annual when I was a child in the 80s (or that part of the 80s that I was old enough to remember), but numbers petered out into the 90s, and then they stopped coming altogether.

The decline is due to the forestry industry’s control of Spruce Budworm outbreaks, the timing of which corresponds nearly exactly. Evening Grosbeaks are budworm specialists in the summer, even becoming pseudo-nomadic to take advantage of the bounty afforded by outbreaks, and the suppression of these outbreaks has meant a corresponding decline in all of the bird species that depend on them (the grosbeaks aren’t the only ones – several species of warbler are also strongly tied to budworm outbreaks). When I was growing up, budworm outbreaks affected between 8 million and 18 million hectares (20-45 million acres) annually. Since 2000 the average area affected in a given year is only a fraction of that: 81k to 337k hectares (200k-830k acres).

On the other hand, Evening Grosbeaks aren’t originally native to eastern North America. They’re from the west, and moved east as human activity started to create more extensive tracts of the sort of habitat (and vegetative communities) that they prefer. The first breeding record of the species in Ontario wasn’t until 1920, up at the Manitoba border. Twelve years later they’d reached Algonquin Provincial Park. Survey data suggest that Ontario population peaked in the 80s. That said, they’re also on the decline in other parts of Canada, even where they’re historically native – most likely also due to Spruce Budworm control.

Buckthorn berries and Bohemians

Common Buckthorn (Rhamnus cathartica) berries

While out walking the other day I came across a single, lonely buckthorn shrub-tree along one of our fencelines. It stood out from the other woody vegetation because it was the only one in the row that bore any berries. We have so few berry-bearing bushes on our property, I went up for a closer look and some photos.

Buckthorn isn’t native to North America; it’s originally from western Eurasia, and was introduced to North America early in the 1800s. Given the right conditions (which includes disturbed land), buckthorn can be very invasive. It leafs out earlier than many of our native plants, giving it a longer growing season, and plants are very hard to kill – like willows, they’ll resprout from roots and stumps. One site I’ve read also suggests that the shallow, spreading root system outcompetes those of other understory plants. I’ve been to a few places where the shrub has spread and established itself over a wide area. Not a lot of fun when you have to walk through it! The name does actually refer to little hawthorn-like thorns that grow at the ends of the stems.

Common Buckthorn (Rhamnus cathartica) berries

When freshly ripe, those berries look like they ought to be tasty, but they’re actually poisonous. A handful of berries will give you abdominal pain and diarrhea; a bowlful can cause serious problems. The amount of poisonous chemical contained within the berries decreases once they’re ripe – probably a strategy the plant evolved to keep animals from eating the berries before they were ready to be dispersed.

This can cause some problems for wildlife in areas where the plant has been introduced. In its native range, berry-eating birds know not to eat the berries before they’re ripe, but birds not familiar with the plant don’t have that knowledge. They may eat the berries while they’re still toxic, and suffer the consequences.** (Edit: Reader Julie of the Rouge River Bird Observatory in Michigan comments that the author may have jumped to conclusions with the article I linked to at the **. Julie’s own research on avian use of non-native fruits has shown no such toxicity of buckthorn berries to birds. Julie knows a thing or two about a thing or two, so I’m inclined to believe her.) However, if the berries make it past ripening and into the fall, they’re an excellent source of winter nutrition for our birds. Clumps of buckthorn are great places to check out when you’re birding in the winter, because more often than not there will be waxwings or robins or bluebirds or other berry-eaters flitting about the shrubs.

Bohemian Waxwings

Many species will feed on buckthorn, but of particular interest to me are Bohemian Waxwings. The winter specialty of Bohemians is mountain-ash, also called rowan (Sorbus americana), which bears bright orange berries. In years that mountain-ash crops in the north are poor, Bohemians will move farther south looking for food. Once they reach southern Ontario the mountain-ash crops might have improved, but their diet can also be supplemented with the berries of the widespread buckthorn (by the time they make it down here, of course, the berries are well past ripe and entering shriveled).

I saw a flock of Bohemians, 40 of them, while I was out this afternoon. I spotted them before I heard them; they were being unusually quiet for waxwings. I had neither my binoculars nor my long lens, but the way they were all clustered at the top of a couple of trees is, from my small amount of experience, typical of the species, as was their completely unconcerned attitude as Raven and I approached to stand a short distance away. A few birds were calling, which confirmed the ID even if I couldn’t see them well. I stood and watched for several minutes before they all began to call and then abruptly departed.

One buckthorn bush isn’t enough to keep them occupied for the winter, nor is our neighbour’s single crabapple tree. Still, I hope they might linger, that I might meet them again.

Bohemian Waxwings

**As per this article. Some websites are very anti-buckthorn, others are pro-buckthorn, at least in terms of its benefit to wildlife.

Fir galls

Balsam gall midge, Paradiplosis tumifex

Continuing with the theme of the left-behind… I do a lot of peering at branches in the winter months, after most life has gone into hiding. Sometimes some interesting discoveries can be made, affixed to (or even within) twigs or branches. I took Raven down to the 100-acre Woods yesterday, the first time we’ve gone in a little while because of hunting season (we’re in the mid-November hunting lull at the moment, but we wore our brightly-coloured jackets, just to be safe; I don’t think anyone hunts on that bit of land, but who knows what goes on there when no one’s around to see it). The forest has a fair bit of Balsam Fir scattered through the damper areas, and I paused at one clump to finger the needles, whereupon I noticed these odd little lumps amidst the foliage. There were a lot of them, mostly at the outer ends of the branches, and mostly (it seemed) on the east side of the tree (though that might just be coincidence).

Determining their identity was fairly easy once home. A Google image search for “balsam fir needle galls” turned up several pages with identical galls to mine. Gotta love the forestry industry’s thoroughness; virtually anything you want to know about pests of commercially valuable tree species is available online. The pest in question here is a tiny midge, Paradiplosis tumifex, which goes by the appropriate English name Balsam Gall Midge.

Eggs are laid on current-year needles as they’re growing (which explains why the galls seemed mostly to be near the ends of branches), and when the egg hatches the larvae burrow into the needle to settle down and feed. The needle forms a gall around the larva and its new home. The larva eats and grows and eats and grows, until mid-autumn when they finally break loose of their gall and drop to the ground. There, they burrow into the soil under the tree and wait for spring. Warming ground temperatures in late April and early May encourage the larvae to pupate, and a week or two later the tiny adults begin to emerge. Females mate, then return to the newly-forming fir needles where they lay their eggs, and the cycle begins again.

Balsam gall midge, Paradiplosis tumifex

Once the larvae leave the needles in the fall, the needles brown and drop from the tree. The branches were scattered with the ones that had caught in the twigs. I noticed on the ones that were still attached to the branch that a few of them seem to be broken off; I’m not sure if this was from the midge larva emerging, or environmental damage post-emergence. The midges are no more than a nuisance, apparently; they do no long-term damage to the tree, beyond perhaps mildly stunted growth that year when under severe outbreak conditions. The galls are dropped by the winter, and even aesthetically the tree looks fine again quickly (important for the Christmas Tree market). Populations are cyclical, with two or three years of high numbers, followed by several of low. I can’t remember having noticed anything unusual about this same tree last year (it grows beside the path), and I’m not sure if that’s because numbers were low last year and high this year, or I just wasn’t looking.