I get both excited and saddened at this time of year. In the spring, I await the return of the birds and then all summer long I enjoy their song, but in the fall I know they will again migrate south. The young have fledged and the adult birds have put on enough weight to start the journey. Many of them will lose 8 to 15 percent of their body weight daily just so they can get to their winter homes! Birds migrate to survive the winter, not so much to escape the cold, but to find enough food to survive. Unless you eat fruits or seeds, food is pretty scarce come November and beyond. So there is no choice but to leave. We see some spectacular exoduses sometimes. Hawks fly through by the tens of thousands on certain days when the weather conditions are perfect. Right now the star of the show is the Broad-winged Hawk. It is one of the few species in North America that migrates in flocks. This past weekend thousands moved out of Ontario in large swirling flocks barely visible against the beautiful clear blue skies. They form what are called kettles, which simply is a large number of hawks that use rising air currents called thermals to stay aloft. This makes their migration almost effortless as they will travel to Central and South America to overwinter. Other hawks go through singly, but in the course of a day you might see several hundred birds of 10 or more species. Smaller birds, called passerines or perching birds, such as warblers, finches and flycatchers, move mostly under the cover of darkness. The reason is quite simply that they are trying to hide from predators that hunt them enroute. Last Friday night a massive movement of birds occurred in north Durham and the Kawarthas. This involved tens of thousands of birds from all over Ontario. Warblers, sparrows, thrushes, vireos and so many more species comprised the flocks. In the pre-dawn light, one could hear their plaintive ‘peeps’ and soft whistles as they ‘spoke’ to each other. Night-time communication between birds in the mixed flocks seems essential, but it is unclear exactly why. Perhaps it is simply that they need the ‘way to go’ support of their peers to help them along this arduous journey? Or perhaps the sounds help guide flocks through the pitch darkness so they can find their way? Regardless, come dawn, they arrive at the place where they will start their day. For a couple of hours they will feed frenziedly on whatever bugs they can find. Assuredly now the vocalizations are uttered to ensure flock integrity, to warn of predators and to announce where food can be found in abundance, as they have to replace the weight they lost overnight. Suddenly however all activity seems to stop and the hundreds of birds seem to simply disappear for much of the day. But where did they go? Once they have fed, the migrants need to find a safe place to sleep. They have likely been flying all night and traveling hundreds of kilometers – so rest is essential. Late in the day, a new flurry of activity will be noted as they awaken and resume feeding in advance of the next night’s migratory flight. And so it continues until they eventually reach their tropical winter homes. We see such a tiny part of this spectacle, so it’s hard to imagine the scope and magnitude. One thing that ensures the success of this journey is an incredible correlation in timing between the migrating birds and food sources available along the way. Most migrants feed on insects, so the bugs have to be present in abundance, and when nature is in balance, they will be. If that balance is disturbed by us and these tiny migrants can’t find food, they will perish. Fingers crossed for a safe journey!
Geoff Carpentier is a published author, expedition guide and environmental consultant. Visit Geoff on-line at: www.avocetnatureservices.com and on LinkedIn and Facebook.