FIRST ANNUAL ALL WOMEN’S BIRDING BUST
5 May 2001

 

Georgia`s first All Women’s Big Day was held on Saturday, 5 May 2001.  Last fall Lisa Hurt, Theresa Hartz, EJ Williams and I were perusing the Big Day reports  submitted by various birders in our state. Being fairly observant, we noticed that nearly  all these Big Days were done by teams of men.  Not that there`s anything wrong with that,  but very few women appeared to be involved in intense birding events.

So we thought of organizing an all female Big Day for the spring of  2001. We dubbed it the First Annual All Women’s Birding Bust.  We graciously put up with all the jokes about having AA, A, B, and C divisions and whether we would be walking  three or four abreast, etc. We firmly refused the offers of three men who  wanted to dress in drag and join us. All the male birders in the state were advised that, indeed, there would be a hormone check on anyone who appeared with hair on their upper lip and a deep voice. Since some of us are no longer spring chickens, we decided that you had  to have both characteristics in order to be suspicious.

The Thrashers: Lisa Hurt, Theresa Hartz, Georgann Schmalz and EJ Williams

The weather for the day turned out beautiful. That was my husband`s responsibility since he is a meteorologist. Our plan was to begin in the north Georgia mountains and race through the state, ending up on the coastal barrier islands. However,  we were quickly advised by our male birding buddies that it would take all day to do  that and we would never be able to get out of the car.

So we revised our plan and began at dawn at Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield, 30 miles north of Atlanta. Only one other team was planning to bird the entire state and we were quite chagrined to see them coming down the mountain as we headed up it in the early morning hours. They had funny “we`re ahead of you” grins on their faces as they ran past us. I hoped that they would get shin-splints to slow them down.  Not that we were competitive or anything.

Off the mountain, we raced 250 miles for the coast. Of course, we  didn’t speed since we were adhering to ABA rules of Big Days, but, darn, that other team  (which will be referred to as The Rascals) were 45 minutes ahead of us. We stopped for the nesting Baltimore Orioles (they didn`t), but passed up the nesting Scissor-tailed  Flycatchers (they got them). We retraced our miles on the interstate one time to make sure our glimpse of a soaring kite wasn`t a Swallow-tailed which we had seen them there three days before.   All 12 kites we saw along the interstate were Mississippi Kites.  Which was a  great bird, but we needed a Swallow-tailed to beat The Rascals.

We finished on the coast after hitting many of the best birding hotspots in Georgia. The Rascals birded different coastal spots than us, but ended up with pretty much the same species. We ended up with 126 species to their 122.  Whew, too close; not that we were competitive or anything.

The other teams did other parts of the state. All in all, we birded as much as we wanted to and where we wanted to. A combined total of 168 species was seen during the day. I would say that the most difficult part of the Big Day for us was not stopping to admire the birds. We lost time gaping at the 200 Bobolinks in the field. We had to wait 10 minutes for Theresa`s Grasshopper Sparrow to show itself–a life bird.  (She doesn`t list heard-only birds).

Lisa put her foot down, literally, and refused to budge until she actually laid her eyes up on a secretive singing Painted Bunting. It was hard. I quickly became the ogre, chanting “keep moving, keep moving”.  In truth, I had very little authority over this group of women, but I did have the car keys. So we kept moving. I have  no idea if the other teams looked as comical as we did, dashing here and there, leaping out of the car, leaping back into the car, shouting “I got it,  did you?” or “What do you mean, you didn`t hear it?”

But we had a blast and are planning the strategy for next year`s event.   The Second Annual All Women’s Birding Bust will be on 20 April 2002. We moved it to April to get more better birds. Not that we are compet….never mind.

The teams are listed below with their targeted birding spots for the  AWBB. Anyone birding Georgia would be advised to visit every one of these spots.  Just not in one day, however.

TEAM Leslie Curran, Jackie Heyda, Karen Osborne, Pat Sully, (aka The Rascals.)  Total of 122 species from Kennesaw  to E.L.
Huie, Piedmont NWR, Beaverdam WMA, Altamaha WMA,
Savannah Airport, Sanannah Ogeechee Canal, St. Simons
Island, Jekyll Island.

TEAM Sue Grigalunas. Total of 26 species at a soccer field in Gwinnett County.

TEAM Dot Freeman, Anne Mursch and Barbara Brigham.
Total of 78 species from Towns and Union Counties.

TEAM Barbara Edwards, Jane Frazier, Mary Wilcox.
Total of 29 species from Kennesaw Mountain.

TEAM Karen Theodorou, Michelle Sheppard, and Deb Zaremba.
Total of 102 species from Pine Log WMA, Kennesaw
Mtn, DeKalb Reservoir, Suwannee, Dyar`s Pasture,
E.L. Huie, Lake Blalock.

TEAM Melanie Hatley, Crystal Jackson, Bonnie Jackson,
Alice Keyes, Susan Kidd, Dorothy McDaniel, Lisa Patrick
and Grace Trimble. Total species not submitted. Birded Amicalola Falls State Park.

 

SECOND ANNUAL ALL WOMEN’S BIRDING BUST
20 April 2002

 

From all reports, everyone who participated in Georgia`s Second Annual All Women’s Birding Bust had a great time.  Some of us were a little more exhausted than others, racing down to the coast from the North Georgia mountains.   Others had a less strenuous but still thoroughly enjoy able and successful day birding in more local areas.

There were a total of 28 participants and a combined 189 species seen or heard throughout the state.  Participating teams are listed below with their birding sites.  The winning total was 160 species closely followed by 144 and 134.  A combined list of all species appears at the end of the participants` list below.

But the real success of the AWBB is not the total number of species or miles traveled, but instead the satisfaction of sharing our birding passion with each other and everyone we encountered along the way.  Some of the comments I received were:

“My teammate Mary has never been birding before…she is more the backyard enthusiast but she had a blast!  She is still talking about seeing her first Scarlet and Summer tanagers!” said Julia Elliott

Wendy West remarked, “Seeing all those AWBB teams at Kennesaw on Sat. (four teams in all) made me think of one of my favorite reality TV shows– “the Amazing Race.”

“It was a wonderful experience and I hope just the beginning of Gaggle`s (team name) participation.  I really enjoyed myself and felt I had made a giant step in birding identification,” wrote Carol Vanderschaaf.

Kathleen Krzastek  “Thank you so much for organizing it. And please forward on thanks to who ever is responsible for the T-shirts.”  (Artist Deb Zaremba and Karen Theodorou organizer.)

AWBB participants for 2002

Theresa Hartz, Lisa Hurt, Georgann Schmalz, EJ Williams  Dawson Forest, Kennesaw, E.L. Huie, Macon area, I-16, Jekyll Island, St. Simons Island. Total 160 Species

Karen Theodorou, Deb Zaremba, Traci Brown, Michelle Sheppard  Pine Log WMA, Kennesaw, E.L. Huie, I-16, Jekyll Island, St. Simons Island  Total 144 species

Jackie Heyda, Leslie Curran, Jane Shero  The Greenway, Kennesaw Mountain, Macon area,  I-16, Jekyll Island, St. Simons Island Total 134 species

Dot Freeman, Anne Mursch, Betty Belanger Union, Towns and Fannin countiesincluding Suches to Lake Wingfield Scot, Blairville, Ivy Log Gap Rd, YoungHarris, Lake Chatuge Rec Area, (Chattahoochee Nat`l Forest), Meek`s Parkin Blairsville, Lake Blue Ridge Marina, Brasstown Bald. Total 87 species.

Kathleen Krzastek, Parrie Pinyon, Annette Burdges, Diane Schellack Lisa Peavy.   Cochran Shoals, Chattahoochee River, Kennesaw Mountain, Newman`s Wetland Center, E.L.Huie, Shamrock Lake, Piedmont Wildlife Refuge Total 82 species.

Wendy West Kennesaw Mtn. Sweetwater Creek State Park, E.L. Huie, BlalockLake, Newman Wetlands, Kennesaw Mountain, Pine Log WMA, South Peachtree Creek  Nature Preserve, and Emory Lullwater. Total 69 species.

Julia Elliott, Mary Mellom Atlanta area  Total 57 species

Ginny Wood, Marie Lasalle  Pine Log WMA, Cartersville and Sod farms Total 28 species plus many warblers, wrens, and swallows.

Carol Vanderschaaf, Toni Whistler  Atlanta Area

Marian Gordon, Molly Mitchell  Cohutta Wilderness

Total species list for 20 April 2002

Common Loon
Pied-billed Grebe
Brown Pelican
Double-crested Cormorant
Anhinga
American Bittern
Great Blue Heron
Great Egret
Snowy Egret
Little Blue Heron
Tricolored Heron
Cattle Egret
Green Heron
Black-crowned Night-Heron
Yellow-crowned Night-Heron
White Ibis
Glossy Ibis
Wood Stork
Black Vulture
Turkey Vulture
Ross’s Goose
Canada Goose
Wood Duck
Gadwall
Mallard
Mottled Duck
Blue-winged Teal
Northern Shoveler
Ring-necked Duck
Lesser Scaup
Ruddy Duck
Osprey
Mississippi Kite
Bald Eagle
Northern Harrier
Sharp-shinned Hawk
Cooper’s Hawk
Red-shouldered Hawk
Red-tailed Hawk
Wild Turkey
Clapper Rail
Virginia Rail
Common Moorhen
American Coot
Black-bellied Plover
Wilson’s Plover
Semipalmated Plover
Piping Plover
Killdeer
Black-necked Stilt
Lesser Yellowlegs
Solitary Sandpiper
Willet
Spotted Sandpiper
Whimbrel
Ruddy Turnstone
Red Knot
Sanderling
Semipalmated Sandpiper
Least Sandpiper
Dunlin
Short-billed Dowitcher
Common Snipe
Laughing Gull
Bonaparte’s Gull
Ring-billed Gull
Herring Gull
Great Black-backed Gull
Gull-billed Tern
Caspian Tern
Common Tern
Royal Tern
Forster’s Tern
Least Tern
Black Skimmer
Rock Dove
Eurasian Collared-Dove
Mourning Dove
Eastern Screech-Owl
Great Horned Owl
Barred Owl
Common Nighthawk
Chuck-will’s-widow
Whip-poor-will
Chimney Swift
Ruby-throated Hummingbird
Red-headed Woodpecker
Red-bellied Woodpecker
Yellow-bellied Sapsucker
Downy Woodpecker
Hairy Woodpecker
Northern Flicker
Pileated Woodpecker
Eastern Wood-Pewee
Acadian Flycatcher
Eastern Phoebe
Great Crested Flycatcher
Eastern Kingbird
Gray Kingbird
Loggerhead Shrike
White-eyed Vireo
Yellow-throated Vireo
Blue-headed Vireo
Red-eyed Vireo
Blue Jay
American Crow
Fish Crow
Purple Martin
Tree Swallow
Northern Rough-winged Swallow
Cliff Swallow
Barn Swallow
Carolina Chickadee
Tufted Titmouse
Red-breasted Nuthatch
White-breasted Nuthatch
Brown-headed Nuthatch
Carolina Wren
House Wren
Sedge Wren
Marsh Wren
Ruby-crowned Kinglet
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher
Eastern Bluebird
Swainson’s Thrush
Wood Thrush
American Robin
Gray Catbird
Northern Mockingbird
Brown Thrasher
European Starling
Cedar Waxwing
Blue-winged Warbler
Golden-winged Warbler
Orange-crowned Warbler
Northern Parula
Yellow Warbler
Chestnut-sided Warbler
Cape May Warbler
Black-throated Blue Warbler
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Black-throated Green Warbler
Blackburnian Warbler
Yellow-throated Warbler
Pine Warbler
Prairie Warbler
Palm Warbler
Bay-breasted Warbler
Blackpoll Warbler
Cerulean Warbler
Black-and-white Warbler
American Redstart
Prothonotary Warbler
Worm-eating Warbler
Swainson’s Warbler
Ovenbird
Louisiana Waterthrush
Kentucky Warbler
Common Yellowthroat
Hooded Warbler
Yellow-breasted Chat
Summer Tanager
Scarlet Tanager
Eastern Towhee
Chipping Sparrow
Field Sparrow
Vesper Sparrow
Savannah Sparrow
Grasshopper Sparrow
Song Sparrow
Swamp Sparrow
White-throated Sparrow
Northern Cardinal
Rose-breasted Grosbeak
Blue Grosbeak
Indigo Bunting
Painted Bunting
Red-winged Blackbird
Eastern Meadowlark
Bobolink
Common Grackle
Boat-tailed Grackle
Brown-headed Cowbird
Orchard Oriole
Baltimore Oriole
House Finch
American Goldfinch
Pine Siskin
House Sparrow

THIRD ANNUAL ALL WOMEN’S BIRDING BUST
19 April 2003

The  2003 AWBB  was held on 19 April 2003.  Five teams of 15 people participated in this great birding event; two teams making it from north Georgia to the coast.  The day started  out foggy around the Atlanta area, putting a  damper on some of the bird activity, but that didn`t slow down any of  the birders eager to see as many birds as possible in a 24 hour  period.

We abide by all the ABA rules for Big Day.  The purpose of the AWBB is to get more women out into the field to learn about birds and to bird  at their own pace.  While it is not a competitive event,   that`s part of the fun for some of us. The total count for the day was 155 species.

2003 TEAMS and STORIES

The  Gaggles
Gail Todd, Robin Day, Brigette McNew and Carol Vanderschaaf. (46  Species)

“We birded two sites, Kennesaw and Huie/Newman Wetlands Center. We all  really enjoyed ourselves. The Bust is a place for us to improve our  birding  skills and get out and have some fun. Gaggle didn`t field a competitive  team this year as the competitive folks were all out of town. Maybe the  laid-back team was a little too laid-back! Wait til next year.   Thanks  for putting it all together.”

The Mockingbirds
Ginny Wood and Marie LaSalle  (47 Species)
Grand Bay, and Jekyll Island.

“Last weekend my friend Marie and I participated (sort of) in the Third Annual Women`s Birding Bust (skip the puns, please, we`ve probably  heard  them all already).

We set out on Friday after work for Valdosta, figuring to be `in place` for an early start Saturday morning (the Big Day runs midnight to midnight, for you non-birders).

First thing Saturday, we were off to Grand Bay, where we heard a Barred Owl and a Whip-poor-will on the way in. We found a gazillion vultures (Turkey and Black*), a Prothonotary Warbler* singing high in a tree  over the boardwalk, Wood Ducks, and a White Ibis*. We heard but never  saw Sandhill Cranes. All this was at or near the boardwalk, including the observation tower at the end.

We were off to a grand start and very pleased with ourselves.  Unfortunately, after spending at least two hours looking at the rest of Grand Bay we had added nothing of significance.

So off to Waycross and the coast. We had planned to bird a couple of areas around the edges of  the Okefenokee but decided we`d had good swamp birds already and needed to  move  on to the coast. On the way back to Valdosta to pick up the highway, Marie  screams “A duck! I see a duck! What is that?? Stop the car!” Which of course I did. We did a U-turn, went back to this little farm pond, while Marie was explaining that she thought she saw a very small duck, “like a grebe.”  Right.  On a farm pond that couldn`t have been more than a foot deep? We were over excitable that morning, obviously. But back we went, pulled off onto the tiny shoulder on the wrong side of the road, shut off the car and got out. We see only Canada Geese, including one on a nest. It seems Marie had glimpsed the rear  end of one feeding. So, we hopped back in the truck, and — oh, no! – it  won`t start! The steering wheel is locked. The ignition is locked.  Nothing  moves.

The last time it did this I had to have it towed, and the whole ignition thingy pulled and replaced. This would be tricky anyway, since we are nosed nearly into a ditch and it`s locked in gear. We are out in the middle of nowhere. We do not personally know any good tow-truck drivers in Valdosta. I have wireless internet access on my cell phone and could look one up but I have no signal. AT&T, I`m discovering, has very poor coverage outside the metro area. Mechanics in general will be closed anyway.

Resourceful feminists, we pull out the manual. Marie reads and I try things. We think about  it. We pace, we curse, Marie reads some more and I try some more things. I would kick the truck but it would probably hurt. We finally decide to dial 911. (Maybe we`ll get a woman cop.) The dispatcher does not seem to understand where we are. Marie`s cell phone quits in the middle of the call. AARRGGHH!! We curse some more, and pace some more, and look at the manual again, but it still says that if none of the things we tried help, then “your vehicle needs service.” We knew that already.

And here, like the cavalry, comes a funeral, complete with two State Patrol guys front and rear. We wave, trying not to look disrespectful while still communicating that we were not just being social either.  The cop at the end seems to get it.

We wait again. We watch dogs chase Cattle Egrets* in a distant pasture.  We pace the itsy bitsy shoulder. We curse some more. We envision having to leave the truck in Valdosta and wheedle and beg to get a husband to come get us. We were not feeling very feminist. I envision several hundred dollars in repair bills. We see our Big Day going up in smoke. We get an Eastern  Kingbird.

Here comes the cops back again, Yay! followed shortly by the County Mountie. They mill about a bit then agree to call a tow truck. The county mountie, just  for kicks, climbs into my truck, et voila`, it cranks. I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. But ok, at least we can still  bird. We`re off for the coast, with directions from the county mountie,  who by the way looks exactly the Vince Mackey character in The Shield.  They are all laughing. We are not.

We grab lunch, during which we bag a European Starling, gas up, and  we`re off. As far as Waycross all goes well. (You can hear this coming, can`t you?). At Waycross, we are supposed to pick up State Highway 182 according to the Sheriff`s Deputy, and the signs agree with him, but the map clearly says  we want 184. We debate, hurriedly, and decide for the map.

Sometime later, it becomes apparent that something is wrong. Very wrong. We pass through Dublin, which Marie cannot locate on the map. We cross a major river, which Marie cannot find on the map. By Ludowici she is holding her head in her hands. I figure this is not a good sign  and pull over. We look at the map in Giff`s book and see – I swear I am  not making this up -  the map is wrong, the publishers having neatly reversed the little sign  symbols  on the only two highways on the whole thing that we needed. Because Ludowici  is north  of Waycross, not East, now we have gone way the heck out of our way. We are  no closer to the coast than we were when we left Valdosta, and we are  well  north of our next stop, Jekyll Island.

We find I-95 and drop back down, and arriving at Jekyll Island at six o`clock in the evening, having wasted the entire afternoon on (or off) the  road, with barely two hours of daylight left. We were near tears and snappish with each other.

But Jekyll is good to us. We see great birds, including my first Green  Heron*. And then it is dark. We finish with 47 birds. Hardly competitive, but a heckuva lot better than we did last year. (Don`t  ask, because I am not telling.)

Two exits and at least six hotel lobbies later, we finally find a place with a room. After a bad meal, we decide we`d like to try to finish our planned route the next day, and we crash.

Sunday, it was up and onto St. Simon`s, with which I promptly fell in love, and then we set out for home. On the way, we hit Harris Neck NWR, which has a rookery which must be seen to be believed. ”

(* indicates new bird for me–Ginny Wood)

Sapelo  Sunshine Sisters
Doris Cohrs, Renee Valle-Hay, Linda  Daniels  (69 Species)

Doris Cohrs (so-called leader), Renee Valle-Hay, and  Linda Daniels  scoured the land, sea, and air from 0815 until 1515.  We birded from the  Meridian dock to  Sapelo Island (south end only) then back to Meridian  dock.   We
were quite proud of our measly species count.  It takes so little  to  keep some of us happy!  We tried our darnedest to scrounge up the  Chachalacas,  to no avail.  Our shore bird species were limited because we didn`t get to the beach until almost noon and the tide was WAY out and we had only an hour to walk on the beach. (Had to move on to search for the elusive CHAC!)

The Birding Pals
Kathy Miller, Wendy West, JoAnn Miller (90 Species)

“Our team of Kathy Miller, JoAnn Miller and I had a great time doing  the `bust` on Saturday! I think that we ran across your team`s path three times during  the day.   We all were too tired Saturday night to even think of going out  to dinner, so we did not phone you as we had said we would when we spoke with you and your team at Kennesaw. Kathy Miller was quoting from you often  during the day saying “we need more, better birds.” I think that became our  motto for the trip. I have attached a file of our bird list. We got 90 birds, with 4  unshared birds.

We started and Pine Log WMA, which turned out to be a good choice due  to   the lack of activity at KMT. We were disappointed, though, that  we did not get   any owls there, or for the whole day. We also could not get a  great blue heron to   appear anywhere no matter how hard we tried. We did pretty well  in the “big birds that are easy to see and don`t move around alot”  category with 8 species of herons and egrets.

Unfortunately, we did not go to SPCNP to get the bittern, and we could  not find the spoonbill at the Jekyll Ampitheatre. None of our team were sandpiper  specialists, so whenever we encountered a group of sandpipers we would take the  strategy of  “find the biggest, most unusual looking one in the bunch, look at it carefully, look it up in the bird book, make sure we all identify it,  then move on.”

We were in the process of doing that when your team arrived at the visitor`s center at Jekyll. We came up with a Willet there. We were speculating that your team was able to pick off all those sandpipers rather quickly and correctly. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, JoAnn said, “Well, what if Georgann`s team says they didn`t find a  Willett here?” We all had a good laugh at ourselves on that one!

There were a few other moments of laughter at ourselves throughout the  day…. that`s part of what made it so much fun. Joann and I both got a good  many life birds for the trip, so that was extra special. We picked up loggerhead shrike  and upland sandpiper at a sod farm along the way, which were both in the  `more, better birds` category for us. Seeing all those herons roosting at a  pond at Harris Neck was also a big thrill for our team.

We ended the day at the south end of Jekyll Island, sprinting out over  the soccer field in the fading light to get to the beach access. Kathy spotted a nighthawk  flying over the soccer field. When we got to the beach, we realized we had  gotten there a bit too late to get to the far south end where the largest  numbers of birds might be. So, we walked along, feeling like time was running  out before we could reach our team goal of at least 90 (we had a stretch  goal of 100). Joann spotted some sanderlings skittering around near the  water. We could not identify the larger birds flying over the water–too far  out for us to see.

We gave up getting to the tip of the south end and found a path to get us back off the beach and back to the road. The path ended  upon a boardwalk bordered by scrub on both sides. With the light  approaching darkness and whip-poor-wills staring to sing, Kathy Miller heard a  mewing catbird in the scrub. The bird mewed twice more, so it was a shared  bird, and ended up being our 90th bird. We tried for the barred owl on the  radio tower but could not get him to sing for us. So, we called it a day at8:35pm and went to the hotel tired but generally pleased with the day  and the birds we got!”

The  Thrashers
Theresa Hartz, Lisa Hurt, Georgann Schmalz  (132 Species)

Our team, “The Thrashers”, began the day at 5:30 am on Saturday 19 April  at the South Peachtree Creek Nature Preserve to “get” a Barred  Owl that is nesting there and an American Bittern that skulks in the pond. We did not see the bittern, but had Screech-owls and the Barred. Somewhat successful, we ran to the car and headed north.

Our next stop was Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield. We noticed, to our   dismay, that while heading up I-75, we could not see the tops of the taller buildings due to fog. Being married to a meteorologist, I know about fog and that meant the top of Kennesaw Mtn. would also be socked in with poor visibility. So we did not get the good warbler species up there that we had hoped for. But we ran off the mountain approximately one hour ahead of last year`s time schedule. Things looked good even without those ten species of birds on our list. We`ll get them somewhere else, we said.

Somewhere else never happened. And in our attempt to increase our numbers,   we visited a few more spots around Macon than last year`s AWBB.  By the time  we left for the coast on I-16, we were one and a half hours behind schedule!

Our best bird in Macon was the Baltimore Oriole at Central City Park. We rolled down the windows, slowed to a mere 25 mph, heard the bird singing and dashed out of there. Now, that`s dedication to a Big Day!  We also stopped quickly at Lake Juliette and saw seven Common Loons and a Bald Eagle (an unshared bird).

We arrived at the south beach of Jekyll Island at 7:30 pm. The tide was perfect–low and coming in. We knew we would catch our shorebirds there, so putting   on our rubber boots, we stomped out to the beach.

Nothing. Nothing but gulls. And it was getting dark. We knew we had messed up. We had hardly any time to check two more beaches that were also empty of shorebirds.  In a panic, we scurried as fast as possible to St. Simon’s Island.   We were looking into the setting sun by this time as we frantically drove.   Fifteen minutes later, we were standing at Gould’s Inlet on St.  Simon’s listening to the waves pound the rocks on the shore.  We certainly could not see the waves because it was dark!

So ended our third AWBB.  We saw or heard 132 species.  The weather didn’t cooperate in the morning and the sun failed us at the end.  But wait until next year. Not that this is competitive or anything!

Total List of Birds by all teams for 19 April 2003 AWBB

GULLSLaughing GullRing-billed GullHerring GullCaspian TernRoyal Tern Forster`s Tern Black Skimmer PIGEONS AND DOVES Rock Dove Mourning Dove Eurasian Collared-Dove OWLS Eastern Screech-owl Barred Owl NIGHTJARS Common Nighthawk Chuck-will`s-widow Whip-poor-will SWIFTS Chimney Swift KINGFISHERS Belted Kingfisher WOODPECKERS Red-headed Woodpecker Red-bellied Woodpecker Downy Woodpecker Hairy Woodpecker Northern Flicker Pileated Woodpecker HUMMINGBIRDS Ruby-throated Hummingbird TYRANT FLYCATCHERS Acadian Flycatcher Eastern Phoebe Great Crested Flycatcher Eastern Kingbird SHRIKES Loggerhead Shrike SWALLOWS Purple Martin Tree Swallow Bank Swallow Cliff Swallow Barn Swallow KINGLETS Ruby-crowned Kinglet WRENS Carolina Wren Marsh Wren MOCKINGBIRDS AND THRASHERS Gray Catbird Northern Mockingbird Brown Thrasher BLACKBIRDS, ORIOLES