I'm happy to see balance in all these posts regarding the topic. I'm just one of those people that has a pet peeve about it.
I'm happy to see balance in all these posts regarding the topic. I'm just one of those people that has a pet peeve about it.
We all have our pet peeves. My growing one is the exalted status given the Eastern Bluebird. For a bird not listed as endangered or threatened, many will have you think it's nests and hatchlings need to be monitored (harassed) on a weekly basis, protected from its natural predators and given preferential consideration for nestboxes over other species, all because it's population has been returning to that which likely existed before man created better habitat by clearing most of the state in the 19th and early 20th centuries.
It's definitely something I'd like to read/hear more about.
It's another form of bird watching, but interactive, similar to how folks feed birds when there is really no practical reason to do so. Example are the feeders for Hummingbirds at Batsto and Wells Mills CP. They are also an education tool, helps children become involved. The state has one at the FREC in Jackson, where the picture was taken.
http://www.njparksandforests.org/forest/bluebirdtrail.htm
Or could it be that the bluebird simply became a 'fashionable' bird to build nest boxes for as scout projects and Home Depot kits? I'm definitely interested now too.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not against bluebird boxes. I've been involved in placement of more than my share. My comments were directed more at the activities deemed necessary by many once the boxes are used by birds. Helping wildlife by mitigating habit loss is a good thing. When it comes to insisting on the need to babysit them, you start to lose me.
When it comes to insisting on the need to babysit them, you start to lose me.
Well, let's consider the piping plover, which breeds on LBI. They are protected strenuously, even to the point of surrounding the eggs/chicks with fencing. That I agree with, though it could be considered babysitting. But what I don't like is the mad dash every year to surround the young and tag them on their spindly little legs.