The Drinking Bird is on location today, coming to you live from “beautiful” Scranton, Pennsylvania, where I’m attending the wedding of friends. As is my wont, I’ll be doing some birding in the area. In fact, I’m probably in the field as this posts if all goes to plan, though the machinations that result from good friends unseen in ages and beer on tap can conspire to make early mornings in the field… er… difficult. So no promises, but my intentions are true, dear reader. I assume you’d expect nothing less.
What do I expect to see in the Electric City or thereabouts? Well, my target species are Black-billed Cuckoo (a long-time nemesis) and Alder Flycatcher (a random Empid that means nothing special to me but should be present) and to find them I headed to eBird, where a look at the bar charts for the surrounding counties suggested nothing so much as the fact that northeast Pennsylvania is pretty under-covered by eBirders. Not that my one day in the field will change that, but I’m happy to do my significantly overvalued part.
The only location that hosted both of my targets, apparently nesting, was Frances Slocum State Park near Wilkes-Barre, so that’s where I’ll be going… I mean, that’s where I am right now. Even if I don’t find them, I’ll be able to work on my Pennsylvania state list, which currently stands at two, both birds I saw from the inter-terminal bus at the Philly airport. So unless the only birds I see over the few days I’m there are European Starling and Common Grackle, I’m going to consider this outing a success. And I can almost certainly beat that duo even if I am hung over.
I’ll let you know how it goes next week!