All:
Attached are the results of the 2012 Jug Bay Christmas Bird Count. � The file contains a table showing the results of all the counts by year, the average count, the highs counts for each species, counts averaged by each 5 year interval, the difference between counts in 2012 and the average and sparkline graphs for the original data and for counts divided by total hours (minus feeder and owling).
* 115 species were detected
* 7 more species were seen than in an average year
* 7 fewer species were seen than the record high number of 122 in 2001
* New record high counts were documented for:
Black Vulture 444
Purple Sandpiper 12�
Great Black-backed Gull 287
Pileated Woodpecker 69
Blue Jay 520
White-breasted Nuthatch 150
Gray Catbird 33
Water Pipit 288
Red-winged Blackbird�
* Relatively few new highs were established. �
* Woodland species appear to be doing quite well
* Despite past lows Eastern Meadowlark, Horned Larks, Flicker, and Water Pipits were out in higher numbers than normal along PG side of the lower Patuxent
* Gulls, other than Great black-backs were down
* Most waterfowl numbers are down
* Common Loons surprisingly high totals
* Super good species was a Yellow Warbler...new for the count
* Good species was a Rufous Hummingbird (yawn) at Jim Stasz's feeder
* 68 species had counts below their overall average�
* 64 species had counts above their overall average
Thanks everyone for helping out... let me know if you see anything that needs to be changed.
sam
Sam Droege� <sdroege...>����������������������
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USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center
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Http://www.pwrc.usgs.gov
White-Eyes
In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird
with its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us
he wants to go to sleep,
but he's restless�
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds
from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.
So, it's over.
In the pine-crown
he makes his nest,
he's done all he can.
I don't know the name of this bird,
I only imagine his glittering beak
tucked in a white wing
while the clouds�
which he has summoned
from the north�
which he has taught
to be mild, and silent�
thicken, and begin to fall
into the world below
like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
that is asleep now, and silent�
that has turned itself
into snow.
- Mary Oliver
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