Went to a different woods today, not far away, and saw some good birds.
This is a rufus-sided or eastern towhee, a recently returned migrant. They dig in the leaves with both feet. I let the video go on for a few seconds because at the end it makes the sound that got it its name.
while this bird’s brown and black coloration may not seem exciting, this bird is truly one of a kind - the only recorded individual of their species with their condition. this bird is an eastern towhee that is a bilateral gyandromorph - one side of the body is male, the other female. this is typically due to an event that happens in early mitosis, where one of the dividing cells does not split its sex chromosomes in a typical fashion. while gynandromorphism is known to be uncommon, there’s no available statistics on just how rare this bird is.
The Catbirds have been meowing under our windows of late, but the Towhees have been fairly inconspicuous this summer. There are a variety of catbird and towhee species around the globe, but in our neck of the woods we have the Gray Catbird (Dumetella carolinensis) and the Eastern Towhee (Pipilo erythrophthalmus). The Catbird is in the family Mimidae along with Mockingbirds and Thrashers, while the Towhee is a sparrow in the large Passerellidae family of New World Sparrows.
We present these brilliant chromolithographs of the Gray Catbird and the Eastern Towhee (referred to here as the Towhee Bunting) from Nests and Eggs of Birds of the United States by Thomas G. Gentry and published by J. A. Wagenseller of Philadelphia in 1882, which includes chromolithographs of around 50 paintings of North American birds, eggs, and nests by the American naturalist painter Edwin Sheppard. Eastern Towhees typically nest on or near the ground, which Sheppard depicts here.
finnie came over after work yesterday and we ate pizza and drank a couple of those hard mountain dews that you can't even get in georgia yet. we sat on the porch for almost five hours listening to boba's towhee buddy out sing every bird in the neighborhood and we talked about masquerades, vulture babies, after parties, james island growhouses, graffiti based identity theft,and other shenanigans. it was a good day
i spent more time than usual telling her stories about the ancestors, including several she had somehow never heard before. this morning she is on her way up to the birth place of mountain dew. she is going to eat a chili dog at pal's. then she is going to say goodbye to her sweet auntie whose pancreatic cancer has passed the point of no return. i don't know what else to say about that