Bohemian Waxwing. Just the name makes me feel all… Jack Kerouacky.
It’s a life bird that would make me get “On the Road.”
What’s so compelling about this potential life bird when there are others that are more rare and exotic? I’m not sure, but thinking about it, here are a few hypotheses: the Bohemian Waxwing has that windswept crest—as though it’s been driving down the blue highways all day long with the top down. It’s got that blush of color around the face, like it’s been hitting the whiskey (or fermented berries) since early morning. Those surprise colors on the wings and undertail, so bold and lush.
It’s a special bird and I won’t apologize for waxing rhapsodic.
Here’s my lifer fantasy: I want my cellphone to jingle with an incoming message telling me about a huge flock of Bohemian Waxwings showing well and regularly at some not-too-distant spot. Then, tossing my optics, cameras, and other assorted shizzle into the birdmobile, I want to hit the open road with some sweet tunes on the twiddler.
Along the way I’ll see everything that’s great about America: vast open prairies (dotted with line after line of giant wind turbines), mountains purple with majesty (or perhaps red with mountaintop-removal mine run-off), small towns glowing with festive lights (only $1.97 a strand in aisle 46 at Wally World!) and thick forests (bisected with newly dozed logging roads).
How depressing, huh?
And that’s my dilemma. My life list sits at 676 or so. That’s within striking distance of 700—not immediate striking distance, mind you. But, like, rock-throwing striking distance. And I DO enjoy chasing birds! But what’s the cost? How much gasoline will be burned? What volume of auto (or airplane–or both!) emissions will be created? How much will my chasing of a rare bird warm the planet? How big are the toes on my carbon footprint? Thinking about that does harsh one’s lifer-seeking mellow. In fact, it’s a veritable bummer.
The last time I chased a Bohemian Waxwing was 1987. I was living in New York City working long hours at an ad agency, making just enough money to make the rent, living on baked potatoes and slices of pizza. We birders didn’t think a lot about such things as global warming back then. When we heard about a rare bird, my birding chums and I would chase it, driving long distances and often all night. We were regularly successful, but not on the winter jaunt up to coastal Maine for the Boho. We dipped out completely on that one (and the Townsend’s Solitaire, too).
I get to travel for my work a fair bit, so my jones for chasing life birds has been reduced in intensity by getting to go to new places to watch birds. At one point last March, after a very successful pelagic trip out of San Diego, five more species brought my life list to its current tally and reignited my interest in adding new species. I even signed up for NARBA, the North American Rare Bird Alert, just in case I chose to chase one of the lost bundles of feathers being reported. So far, I have not felt the urge. Baikal Teal in AZ? Too far. Black-tailed Gull in Newfie? Way too far, especially for a gull. Ross’ Gull out west? Sweet, but not a lifer.
I think I’m waiting for that moment of exquisite Kerouac kismet when the report reaches me of a serendipitous gathering of Bohemians.
You know, I’ve always wanted to run off to join the Bohemians.
A few years ago, Eastern New York had a Bohemian Waxwing invasion, my wife and I headed out in the hills of Rensselaer County, along the Southern Vermont border and eventually found a flock way out in a field in the top of a tree. All we could see in the cold gray light, was their rusty rears.
Later on that spring, we came across a huge flock of them near Dead Creek, Vermont.
And of course, those who follow this blog regularly will remember an Election Day trip along the Shores of Lake Champlain that Corey and I did, including what was at the time, only the 4th BoWa record for Hamilton County, NY http://10000birds.com/a-vote-for-the-birds-ferds-bog-to-ausable-point.htm and http://hoaryredpoll.wordpress.com/2007/11/08/a-bohemian-lifestyle-boreal-birds-or-bust-redux-part-i/
Awesome, Bill. If you’re willing to drive to Rochester, I’ll let you know as soon as a BOWA comes to town. With luck, we’ll both get our quarry this winter. Plus, you’ll love Rochester’s famous garbage plates!
Hi Bill, Great to see a birder concerned about their carbon footprint. I found the best way is to enjoy the birds – especially the new birds – but forget the numbers – reduces the drive to chase rarities and means you get back to real enjoyment of the birds for what they are. I could tell you if I have seen a species but not how many species I have seen. Put the birds back into birding!
This piece reminds me of the simplest essence of the joy of birds and its power to reveal beauty in what may have seemed dreary moments before. What a glorious experience to witness a flock of waxwings, Bohemian or otherwise, arriving to pluck the last of some icy red berries from a leafless bush. Whether you are chasing them because they are rare or they just happen to present themselves to you unexpectedly, the joy of birds inspires.
I posted a waxwing this week but I thought it was a cedar waxwing. Now I question my id because you mention the crest. Maybe you could straighten me out.
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Either way…it was a big flock, just like you mentions. And completely comfortable with us being close and taking photos.
Kat
(On Long Island)
Great photos, Charlie!
Thanks Bill, for reminding me of the reality of the current “greatness of America”…and how much it has been changed since songs touted the majesty of it all. I live in NYC but have gone up to a small area of northeastern VT known as the “Northeast Kingdom” for almost 50 yrs. After heated debate both pro & con for several years now, “progress” has prevailed, and this summer when I go up there will be numerous wind turbines on the ridges of what was previously pristine “green mountains” (VT being the Green Mountain State, after all).
BTW, I struck out every time I tried during the BOWA invasion Will mentioned from a few years ago, including an individual right nearby on Long Island. So I am still waiting for my “rhapsody”… maybe this will be the year!