Wednesday, July 30, 2014

PURPLE MARTIN ......

EMPTY CHATEAUS….
THE PURPLE MARTIN TRAGEDY

 A male Purple Martin, listed, wrongly, in older bird books, as a common summer resident of gardens, farms and even city parks.  This bird is locally rare to absent from more than half of its former range.


  Chances are very good, that if you live anywhere in the United States or Canada , that you have seen those large often ornate bird “hotels”, high up on poles in gardens and parks all over the continent. The chances are not good to very slim however, that you have ever actually seen one of the intended tenants of these often beautiful multi-chambered bird “villas, ( except maybe in an old bird book). The proposed, and much desired and loved occupants, are the largest member of the swallow family in North America, the beautiful and very beneficial Purple Martin. They are not actually purple, but a deep royal blue, with dark violet overtones and jet black under parts. “Prone Subis”, are 8 inches long, and always nest in a colony. Females are dusty gray with a blue “wash”. At one time purple martins were quite common throughout America and Canada, (especially in the Deep South, where they have a legendary status). Unfortunately, the purple martin has experienced an incredible and frightening decline in the last several decades, especially the last ten years, and similar to the mysterious disappearance of other native birds, like the common night-hawk, the chimney swift and the well-known, but almost never heard or seen whip-poor-will. All of these birds have a similar common thread. They are all exclusively insectivorous, all winter in the tropical zones of the Americas, and are all vanishing at an alarming rate. Fortunately for the purple martin, some steps can be taken to help to rebuild their decimated population. By putting up, (and more importantly closely monitoring), martin “hotels”, with starling deterrent entrance holes, we can try to bring back colonies of the beautiful and famous native American birds. The main culprits, in the martin tragedy, are definitely the introduced, (and unwanted), English house sparrow, and even more so, the much larger, stronger and even more aggressive European starling. Starlings and house sparrows do not migrate, and so have a head start on choosing and taking over bird houses and other nest sites, before the wanted birds arrive in the spring, such as Bluebirds, tree swallows, (who will also nest in loose colonies with each other and with martins), and of course the purple martin. These “hotels” must be monitored closely to protect the martin colony, blocking the entrance holes until the first martins arrive, helps immensely. You must, I repeat you must follow the guidelines, to put the martin hotels up correctly. The “hotel”, must be very high up on a retractable pole, (twenty feet or higher), and must be by a wide open area, (even by a lake, river, baseball field or beach is ideal). The hotel must be on a pole that can be lowered to monitor any problems that arise. I have been alarmed by my many travels in the United states and Canada, to find most Martin hotels empty, or even worse taken over by those two unwanted bullies the starling and house sparrow. If their cousins the tree swallows move into the hotel, let them be, as they will co-exist just fine with the purple martins. There are many informative sites online, dedicated to these much loved birds of American folklore. Purple Martins are still fairly common, but extremely local in two separate areas, the Great lakes region and the Deep South… especially in Florida. They are a very rare sight to almost completely missing everywhere else in their once extensive (former) range.
  We need to revise and update current data on native bird populations, as almost all of the current information that is out there, appears to be sorely out-dated here in the USA. We need to push to add more species of birds to the official threatened and endangered lists that exist now, as they are out of date, and they are not correct. We also need to enforce stricter laws concerning our migratory birds in other countries as well. Together we also need to encourage county and state officials to use all of our land properly to help our native wildlife. They should employ parks, athletic fields, industrial parks, recreational areas, and even golf courses and cemeteries to put up purple martin “hotels” as well as other bird species nesting boxes and shelves, to bring back these legendary birds of America.



Copyright @  2014  Photo and Story by Fritz Von Ludwigslust.   All Rights Reserved.  

DISAPPEARING LEGENDARY BIRDS OF AMERICAN STORY, SONG AND ART....

 

This beautiful book, published by the US conservation society, shows the rapid and shocking demise of many of the birds listed within, that were,  at that time,  listed as very common birds of gardens, suburbs and city parks.  At least five of the species illustrated, no longer nest or live in large areas of their former range, in fact many are not even found in whole states, where they were once common residents,  nor either as even vagrants or transients. They are completely absent


I PREDICT, THAT IF DRASTIC MEASURES ARE NOT TAKEN IMMEDIATELY, SUCH AS TO COLLECT , SAVE, BREED AND RELEASE CERTAIN ENDANGERED SPECIES , THAT SEVERAL TYPES OF BIRDS SUCH AS THE COMMON NIGHTHAWK AND WHIP-POOR-WILL ,SHALL MOST DEFINITELY BE EXTINCT WELL WITHIN 25 TO 30 YEARS FROM NOW.



Some of the most well known and beloved birds of America, are in danger, and a large number of them are even on the verge of extinction, due to many factors, most of them still unknown.  My list includes some of the most famous birds in the history of the United States, most of which people today only recognize by old outdated bird books, photos, story's and songs.  The Whip-poor-will, an over the top mystery of the night, and often celebrated in our folklore, has disappeared by as much as 95 percent from its former range in north-eastern America.  The governments census of birds, is sorely archaic, and needs to be revised immediately, if we are to take measures to save these native avian treasures of our country. Once we have lost a species, it is final and devastating to our native flora and fauna. I have compiled an initial list of ten familiar birds (formerly), of our gardens, parks, farms and wild areas. There are many reasons for the rapid demise of all of these birds, such as habitat destruction, man-made pollution, competition from non-native species and the rapid, selfish devastating suburbanization of America, but not are all known, and need to be investigated now. Who can forget (yet ever recall actually seeing), our Bluebird of happiness, our enigmatic spirit of the roof-tops, the common Nighthawk, the instantly identifiable dashing Red Headed Woodpecker, and the many other loved birds of our memories?  As a lifelong naturalist, I spent all of my early years, and current years, exploring the forests and fields around me, in awe and respect of all the magic that exists in our world.  Nature has been an incredibly healing power for me all of my life, and now it is time for us to heal the nature, (the environment) around us that we have neglected , used and abused. We can not survive without it, yet it can do very well or even much better without us. 



ENDANGERED BIRDS ......

PURPLE MARTIN ......
CHIMNEY SWIFT ......
WHIP-POOR-WILL ......
EASTERN BLUEBIRD ......
RED HEADED WOODPECKER ......
COMMON NIGHT-HAWK ......
MEADOWLARK ......
LOGGERHEAD SHRIKE ......
BOBWHITE ......
GROUSE (RUFFED AND SPRUCE) ......





A PERSONAL ENTRY ......

 As a born conservationist, I have many special memories of my Great Lakes Nordic homeland, but not all my fondest memories take place in the wild. One of my most magical experiences took place right in New York City. In May of 1999, I was spending an evening renting movies with friends. After everyone went to sleep, I remained awake in my window-side bed, on the top floor of an old five story building. It was an unusually cool, clear night for the city. I could make out Ursa Major, Cassiopeia, and the North Star above. The scent of bourbon roses and apple blossoms wafted up with the cool breeze from the churchyard below. I drifted off briefly, and awoke to the echoing sound of a robin, serenading the night from the rose hedge below, along with two mourning doves that were cooing softly from a window ledge. I was caught up in the moment when I suddenly became aware of the reverberating calls of two common nighthawks orbiting the sky around me. The night chorus had begun, and I was wrapped up in it. The nighthawks sailed, fluttered, and dove like giant moths all around the silent building, and I could barely make out their silhouettes in the faint crescent moonlight. I had always been fascinated with the nocturnal world, and its enigmatic spirits like whip-poor-wills and night hawks, so I was enraptured watching them, as they rode the night sky, sometimes coming as close as a few feet from me. It was as if my window bed was a small projection booth in the sky, and I was watching and listening to this midnight symphony and scenario unfold, only for me to witness while the whole city slept. I was absolutely lost in a trance from the secretness of this micro other world from the other side of midnight. It seemed to be a separate entity from the city, as elusive as a will-o-the-wisp, coming to life only in the dead of night, then disappearing the hours before dawn. I do not even remember falling asleep. All of the audio and visual elements remain in my mind to this day. The robin. The nighthawks. The apple tree and roses. And the luminous galaxy above it all with the Manhattan skyline glittering in the background like a royal crown of gems and jewels. Sadly night hawks no longer breed in the city and surrounding area, theyre only a beautiful memory now, long gone. That night was true magic from a true chapter in the ongoing tale of an urban naturalist.

 FRITZ VON LUDWIGSLUST   (Circa May 1999)




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