Bachman’s
Sparrow (Aimophila aestivalis) is not one of those gaily feathered birds which
hang out near the back door making friends with birdwatchers. This little
pinewoods sparrow has humbled many a birder, including this writer. The finely
honed and polished skills of the birdseeker are no match for a Bachman’s
Sparrow which has no wish to be found – a perogative which it exercises nearly
300 days a year.
Not that
this sparrow is rare. It isn’t. Here is south Mississippi it is a year-round
resident. If it would only show itself more often, Bachman’s Sparrow would
prove to be a fairly common bird in its proper habitat – that being dry, open
pine or oak woods with scrubby undercover, which is abundant in all three
coastal counties. But woe, the Bachman’s Sparrow is notoriously shy.
Each
winter visiting birders escape their cold and birdless climes to pad their
lists with southern specialties like the Bachman’s Sparrow. By whatever
circuitous route birders use to find a kindred soul who will guide them to this
most-wanted species, I have become the inevitable patsy, the one to blame when
they leave south Mississippi without their Bachman’s Sparrow. My excuses fall
on deaf ears, and the hostiles return north in a seething rage. Small wonder
that this little sparrow has become the bane of my existence the root of my
frustration, the albatross around my neck.
Bachman’s was known in the earlier Peterson field Guide as the Pinewoods Sparrow. Within the
sparrow family, which is generally garbed in woodsy plumages of brown, black,
gray and white. Bachman’s is singularly undistinguished. It sports no whisker marks, no
eye stripes, no tail spots, no chest streaks nor any other little clue to its
identity. Above, it is streaked a rather sandy, reddish brown; below, it is
unstreaked with a buffy breast – not much to go on, to be sure. Sharp observers
know that the lack of prominent field marks is perhaps the best field mark of
all.
All good
birders and inveterate listers must sooner or later face the challenge of
Bachman’s Sparrow. It helps to know some basic facts about the challenger. It
would rather run than fly. Its tactics for evading the birder hinge upon its
earthy coloration and upon the fact that all else being equal, on its home
ground. Bachman’s Sparrow is smarter than we are.
Come
spring and summer, when the woodland chorus is at its height, be advised that
the shy Lothario pours out his ardor from an exposed perch several feet above
ground and, in the madness of the moment, may forget to uphold his reputation
for shyness.
There are
two methods by which an intrepid birder may find a Bachman’s Sparrow. Neither
carries any assurance of success and both trust implicitly that fate will smile
upon the underdog, in this case, the birder.
Method A
is known as the Soggy Boot Method. It works best if at all, during winter after
heavy rains. One must take himself and his optimism preferably before
breakfast, to the “proper habitat” described above. Begin the search by
slogging through the grass and brush where sparrows of assorted species have
gathered for breakfast. As they fly up and away in front, if one has done his
homework well, Bachman’s Sparrow can be singled out by the process of
eliminating several other species. The Soggy Boot Method can be successful in
as little as five minutes or in as long as an hour. Victory is dependent upon
there being enough water standing underfoot to prohibit the bird from taking
their preferred running escape, thus forcing them to move from brush to brush
at low heights.
I do not
advise Method A except in desperate situations, like Christmas bird counts or
being at the 499-bird level and needing a Bachman’s for number-500, but it has
worked for me, unfortunately not always on demand.
Method B
is less adventuresome, but it is cleaner, dryer and carries less risk of
pneumonia. It is called the Open Ears Method. On any spring or summer morning
or late afternoon, drive through the open pinewoods and listen. The song of the Bachman’s Sparrow is a
clear liquid whistle, followed by a loose trill or warble. It is often hailed
as the sweetest song among sparrows.
(This
article was written before the Internet and phone birding “Apps” --Nowadays you
can listen to the song Judy describes)
Should
you hear it, victory could be only a hundred feet away. Slowly and carefully,
follow the song and don’t attempt to get too close. Hopefully, you’ll find your
bird camped on the end of a bare branch of pine or nearby brush at a height of
about 20 feet. For as long as you are an unobtrusive audience, he’ll sing, and
you will know why the Bachman’s Sparrow is worth the challenge.
This
article was published in April 1979.
(A
reader last week wanted to point out that the increase of bird numbers seen in
Mississippi from the 1970s to current day, should in great part be attributed
to Judy’s enthusiasm for birds and her influence over others to feel the same.)
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