BIRDS IN A CITY

We frequently hear people say that if only they lived in the country they

would take up the study of birds with great interest, but that a city life

prevented any nature study. To show how untrue this is, I once made a

census of wild birds which were nesting in the New York Zoological Park,

which is situated within the limits of New York City. Part of the Park is

wooded, while much space is given up to the collections of birds and

animals. Throughout the year thousands of people crowd the walks and

penetrate to every portion of the grounds; yet in spite of this lack of

seclusion no fewer than sixty-one species build their nests here and

successfully rear their young. The list was made without shooting a single

bird and in each instance the identification was absolute. This shows what

a little protection will accomplish, while many places of equal area in

the country which are harried by boys and cats are tenanted by a bare

dozen species.

Let us see what a walk in late June, or especially in July, will show of

these bold invaders of our very city. Wild wood ducks frequently decoy to

the flocks of pinioned birds and sometimes mate with some of them. One

year a wild bird chose as its mate a little brown female, a pinioned bird,

and refused to desert her even when the brood of summer ducklings was

being caught and pinioned. Such devotion is rare indeed.

In the top of one of the most inaccessible trees in the Park a great rough

nest of sticks shows where a pair of black-crowned night herons have made

their home for years, and from the pale green eggs hatch the most awkward

of nestling herons, which squawk and grow to their prime, on a diet of

small fish. When they are able to fly they pay frequent visits to their

relations in the great flying cage, perching on the top and gazing with

longing eyes at the abundant feasts of fish which are daily brought by the

keepers to their charges. This duck and heron are the only ones of their

orders thus to honour the Park by nesting, although a number of other

species are not uncommon during the season of migration.

Of the waders which in the spring and fall teeter along the bank of the

Bronx River, only a pair or two of spotted sandpipers remain throughout

the nesting period, content to lay their eggs in some retired spot in the

corner of a field, where there is the least danger to them and to the

fluffy balls of long-legged down which later appear and scurry about. The

great horned owl and the red-tailed hawk formerly nested in the park, but

the frequent noise of blasting and the building operations have driven

them to more isolated places, and of their relatives there remain only the

little screech owls and the sparrow hawks. The latter feed chiefly upon

English sparrows and hence are worthy of the most careful protection.

These birds should be encouraged to build near our homes, and if not

killed or driven away sometimes choose the eaves of our houses as their

domiciles and thus, by invading the very haunts of the sparrows, they

would speedily lessen their numbers. A brood of five young hawks was

recently taken from a nest under the eaves of a school-house in this city.

I immediately took this as a text addressed to the pupils, and the

principal was surprised to learn that these birds were so valuable. In the

Park the sparrow hawks nest in a hollow tree, as do the screech owls.

Other most valuable birds which nest in the Park are the black-billed and

yellow-billed cuckoos, whose depredations among the hairy and spiny

caterpillars should arouse our gratitude. For these insects are refused by

almost all other birds, and were it not for these slim, graceful creatures

they would increase to prodigious numbers. Their two or three light blue

eggs are always laid on the frailest of frail platforms made of a few

sticks. The belted kingfisher bores into the bank of the river and rears

his family of six or eight in the dark, ill-odoured chamber at the end.

Young cuckoos and kingfishers are the quaintest of young birds. Their

plumage does not come out a little at a time, as in other nestlings, but

the sheaths which surround the growing feathers remain until they are an

inch or more in length; then one day, in the space of only an hour or so,

the overlapping armour of bluish tiles bursts and the plumage assumes a

normal appearance.

The little black-and-white downy and the flicker are the two woodpeckers

which make the Park their home. Both nest in hollows bored out by their

strong beaks, but although full of splinters and sawdust, such a

habitation is far superior to the sooty chimneys in which the young

chimney swifts break from their snow-white eggs and twitter for food. How

impatiently they must look up at the blue sky, and one would think that

they must long for the time when they can spread their sickle-shaped wings

and dash about from dawn to dark! Is it not wonderful that one of them

should live to grow up when we think of the fragile little cup which is

their home?--a mosaic of delicate twigs held together only by the sticky

saliva of the parent birds.

A relation of theirs--though we should never guess it--is sitting upon her

tiny air castle high up in an apple tree not far away,--a ruby-throated

hummingbird. If we take a peep into the nest when the young hummingbirds

are only partly grown, we shall see that their bills are broad and stubby,

like those of the swifts. Their home, however, is indeed a different

affair,--a pinch of plant-down tied together with cobwebs and stuccoed

with lichens, like those which are growing all about upon the tree. If we

do not watch the female when she settles to her young or eggs we may

search in vain for this tiniest of homes, so closely does it resemble an

ordinary knot on a branch.

The flycatchers are well represented in the Park, there being no fewer

than five species; the least flycatcher, wood pewee, phoebe, crested

flycatcher, and kingbird. The first two prefer the woods, the phoebe

generally selects a mossy rock or a bridge beam, the fourth nests in a

hollow tree and often decorates its home with a snake-skin. The kingbird

builds an untidy nest in an apple tree. Our American crow is, of course, a

member of this little community of birds, and that in spite of

persecution, for in the spring one or two are apt to contract a taste for

young ducklings and hence have to be put out of the way. The fish crow, a

smaller cousin of the big black fellow, also nests here, easily known by

his shriller, higher caw. A single pair of blue jays nest in the Park, but

the English starling occupies every box which is put up and bids fair to

be as great or a greater nuisance than the sparrow. It is a handsome bird

and a fine whistler, but when we remember how this foreigner is slowly but

surely elbowing our native birds out of their rightful haunts, we find

ourselves losing sight of its beauties. The cowbird, of course, imposes

her eggs upon many of the smaller species of birds, while our beautiful

purple grackle, meadow lark, red-winged blackbird, and the Baltimore and

orchard orioles rear their young in safety. The cardinal, scarlet tanager,

indigo bunting, and rose-breasted grosbeak form a quartet of which even a

tropical land might well be proud, and the two latter species have, in

addition to brilliant plumage, very pleasing songs. Such wealth of

aesthetic characteristics are unusual in any one species, the wide-spread

law of compensation decreeing otherwise. More sombre hued seed-eaters

which live their lives in the Park are towhees, swamp, song, field, and

chipping sparrows. The bank and barn swallows skim over field and pond all

through the summer, gleaning their insect harvest from the air, and

building their nests in the places from which they have taken their names.

The rare rough-winged swallow deigns to linger and nest in the Park as

well as do his more common brethren.

The dainty pensile nests which become visible when the leaves fall in the

autumn are swung by four species of vireos, the white-eyed, red-eyed,

warbling, and yellow-throated. Of the interesting and typically North

American family of wood warblers I have numbered no fewer than eight which

nest in the Park; these are the redstart, the yellow-breasted chat,

northern yellow-throat, oven-bird, the yellow warbler, blue-winged,

black-and-white creeping warblers, and one other to be mentioned later.

Injurious insects find their doom when the young house and Carolina wrens

are on the wing. Catbirds and robins are among the most abundant breeders,

while chickadees and white-breasted nuthatches are less often seen. The

bluebird haunts the hollow apple trees, and of the thrushes proper the

veery or Wilson's and the splendid wood thrush sing to their mates on the

nests among the saplings.

The rarest of all the birds which I have found nesting in the Park is a

little yellow and green warbler, with a black throat and sides of the

face, known as the Lawrence warbler. Only a few of his kind have ever been

seen, and strange to say his mate was none other than a demure blue-winged

warbler. His nest was on the ground and from it six young birds flew to

safety and not to museum drawers.

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