|By Russ Richardson|
A couple springs ago I was taking a late winter walk through a Roane County woodlot with a farmer looking at his property when an American woodcock exploded from beneath an autumn olive next to the trail we were traveling.
The sudden movement startled the farmer but the familiar call the bird made as he took off instantly caused my heart to skip a beat and my head to jump back to my boyhood years playing in our backyard swamp.
Growing up on a small farm in western Massachusetts during the 1950s, nearly all my waking time when I wasnât in school, I spent outside. Winters in New England were harsh in the 1950s and early 1960s and I can remember several times the snow drifts were so far over my head I couldnât imagine they would actually melt away before summer.
Although each season has its own unique set of features I enjoy, I began to appreciate Spring most as the years passed and I developed a better understanding of the natural world.
It was at the end of one of those long winters on one of the first warm afternoons of the spring when I ran into my first American woodcock. I was walking in an alder thicket surrounding the beaver pond, that also doubled as our playground, when a strange round bird with a long beak and big round eyes exploded in flight in front of me. The sudden flight of the bird startled me but the image was so memorable that I was able to accurately describe it to my school bus driver, Mr. Green, a well-known bird watcher, who immediately identified the bird as an American woodcock. Being the young kids, we were, all we could do was snigger, laugh and make jokes about the funny sounding name of the bird.
In addition to serving as our school bus driver, Mr. Green was also the Scoutmaster of our local Boy Scout Troop and an active member of the Audubon Society. He regularly stopped the school bus along the way home to point out uncommon birds like mockingbirds and cardinals, or to note the springtime arrival of swallows and bluebirds. Mr. Green was the first person I heard say, that contrary to what our grandparents and parents might tell us, there is no such thing as a "chicken hawk" and people shouldnât shoot at hawks.
A couple years later, during one of our Friday night Boy Scout meetings, Mr. Green took us to an old hay field located on his farm, providing an experience that began my lifelong fascination with American woodcock, also known by many people as a snipe or timber doodles. On that March night, Mr. Green took us to an upland meadow surrounded by swampy brush and abandoned pastures. After we walked a couple hundred feet from where he parked his station wagon, he asked us to stand still, be quiet and listen. As I stood quietly in the fading twilight uncertain what I was waiting for, a male American woodcock took flight and performed a spring mating ritual that has drawn me back to old meadows, alder thickets and pastures, hundreds of times since.
I soon learned that the American woodcock is nocturnal and one of the first migratory birds to arrive in New England after the winter thaw when the snow begins to melt. The short-legged, round bird with unusually big eyes, that almost no one ever sees, uses itsâ long beak to probe the moist spring soil, feeding on snails, insect larvae and earthworms. After arriving each spring, the woodcock will perform a unique mating ritual starting within minutes of sunset on calm, early-spring nights. The song or call of a woodcock in the midst of a mating display is rapid tweetering while in flight and is a sharp nasally "peent" while on the ground that cannot be confused with any other bird.
Because American woodcock spend most of the time silently sitting, nesting and hunting on damp ground or the forest floor and are so difficult to flush, few people ever actually encounter them until they explode in flight when disturbed. I was always amazed how so many people failed to notice a noisy round-looking black blob flying circles in the twilight and soon found the spectacle of the American woodcock mating display is an event savored by few and lost to most.
During the mating ritual, the male woodcock selects a small shrub or bush in an open area near an old pasture to serve as a display ground take-off, landing and calling spot. Between flights the male will sit quietly beneath the shrub, not moving but call a unique nasally "peent" sound every minute or so.
After several minutes quietly sitting still, the bird will take off and fly the perimeter of his chosen "display ground" making a high-pitched "tweetering" sound. As he flies the display perimeter, the woodcock will climb in elevation in a spiraling series of concentric circles that become smaller in diameter the higher he gets. The display reaches a climax as the birdsâ tweetering noise takes on a desperate breathless tone and he begins to sound more like a sputtering plane engine about to quit than a bird. Suddenly, the "tweetering" ends, the bird stops flying and drops to the ground like a rock and directly to the spot from which he flew. After a few seconds sitting quietly, he will send out a loud "peent" to see if any females respond to his courting display. When no one answers his call, he will continue to repeat the ritual throughout the night until just before dawn.
Through careful observation, locating the birdsâ resting spot and using calm and deliberate, movement, it is possible to get extremely close to the landing spot and calling ground of a male woodcock. After identifying the general location the bird is calling from, make a very slow approach to the site, moving only while the bird is in flight. Depending upon how brushy the area is, within a hundred feet of the "calling ground", continue the approach by dropping to your hands and knees and moving just a few feet each time the bird is busy in flight and wait until he has flown several circles and has started to gain in elevation before crawling forward. It can take half an hour or longer to stalk a woodcock to the closest vantage point possible but it will provide a memory worth the effort.
As impressive as it is to listen to their spastic tweetering and watch the shadowy silhouette of a woodcock circle you during his courting display, the thrill of crawling to within a foot of his landing spot and watching a bird, highlighted in the fading and bright early stars of the approaching night, fall straight towards you from above, completely unaware of your presence. I never left such an encounter without wondering how a woodcock can wait until they are within a foot of the ground before slamming on their feather brakes and safely land without crashing and dying. Safe landings are probably one of the traits their prospective mates are looking for but it is also one of the best reasons for watching their display. The "peent" call he makes shortly after landing lets you know all is well in the woods. During his next flight, it will be OK to stand up and slowly walk away without disturbing his ongoing courting display.
The American woodcock is commonly encountered in Calhoun, Roane, Wirt and surrounding counties anywhere there is a combination of old fields and brushy, wet, land that is free of grazing livestock. Until mid-April, when the foliage comes out, it may be possible to witness their display on nearly any calm clear night. The easiest and first step of the process is to go to a quiet location away from town that shares habitat conditions similar to those already described and listen for the "peent" sound of a male woodcock looking for a mate. Remain quiet and listen for the sound of "tweetering" in the distance in case there is more than one male displaying at the site. Approach the area quietly and enjoy the show.
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