Notes

Mystery Bird
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I’ve made no secret of my birding hobby to my coworkers.
For one, I’ve led my six direct team members on monthly birding walks around the green space in the middle of our office park for the last five months. My teammates have been so supportive and enthusiastic about the whole thing. Two of my colleagues specifically have expressed a desire and interest to bird outside of work, all thanks to my efforts in teaching them about the birds they can see around them.
Second, I get asked to ID birds my coworkers see at least once or two a week. I have to say, I love this. Most of these birds are common and easy for me to identify. Sometimes all I need is a description of a sound or one or two key physical attributes to tell my coworker what sort of bird it is.
But besides making myself look smart, I love when this happens because it says to me that said coworker is noticing the natural world around him or her a little bit more. Sometimes a coworker will even tell me, “You know, I’ve been noticing birds a lot more because of you, and I saw this one recently…” If I can do this for only a handful of people, I feel like I’ve done a pretty good thing.
Every so often, though, a coworker will describe a bird that stumps me. I had one of these experiences yesterday. After a work-related discussion, a coworker described two birds he saw recently while out on a morning jog around our work green space. He saw two crow-sized birds sitting on a dead tree stump out in one of the larger wetland reaches around our office. He described the birds as black on their backs and white on their front. They had smallish heads, straight beaks and were not making any sound that he could hear.
The more he described these birds, the less I could imagine what they could be. We have a number of birds of prey around here that are light on the front and gray-ish on their backs, but they have obvious hooked beaks. Pileated Woodpeckers are crow-sized and are black-backed, but they have flamboyant red crests on their heads.
What could have my coworker seen? Was it a description of a common bird that got lost in translation? Or was it a rare bird for our area? That does happen on a occasion. Birds are birds, and they go where they want. Consider the saga of the Swallow-tailed Gull, a Galapagos Island native that showed up off the coast of northwest Washington last year and stayed for two weeks, thrilling birders from all over.
Fortunately, this coworker frequents this area during his regular jogs and has promised to keep an eye out, cell phone camera at the ready. I love a good mystery bird. No matter what it turns out to be, someone will have learned something.

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