November 29, 2007 - A winter afternoon's delight12A • The Suffolk Times • November 29, 2007
A winter afternoon's delight
We were invited out to lunch by our son on a clear
cold Sunday afternoon, and what a lunch it was:
oysters on the half shell and oysters Rockefeller, fol-
lowed by an oyster plate. It brought back memories
of when I was a kid and oysters helped us get through
those difficult times of the Great Depression. To get
oysters then, all you had to do was pull them from
the banks of the creek, and in no time you could take
home a mess of these delicious shellfish.
At the restaurant, the cook did a great job on my
oysters. It all reminded me of how important oysters
were to our wellbeing, particu-
FOCU S larly in those lean years. What
you could glean from the sea at
O N no cost showed up often on our
NATURE
dinner able.
After our great oyster feast
by Paul and dessert of cheesecake,
bread pudding or chocolate
Stoutenburgh mousse, we were ready to head
home, but it was such a spar-
kling day, with clouds like cotton candy, it seemed
too nice to go straight home. So I suggested we "turn
here and go to the bottom of the hill, then turn right
again and go until we reach the Sound." The reason
I wanted to go to the Sound was that I was hoping it
might hold something special I wanted to share with
our friends. My son knew exactly what I was up to.
Most are familiar with Mattituck Inlet, but few re-
alize how the area has changed since the jetties were
put in. The ever - moving sand has built up on the west
side of the inlet, waking it an ideal place to see some
extra - special winter birds. No sooner had we turned
into the parking lot, when my son said, "There they
are I "What he was referring to were snow buntings,
birds from the far, far North.
As a matter of fact, some people say they're the
true harbingers of ice and snow. They'll be our guests
for the winter. Of all North American birds. these
little snow buntings nest the farthest north of any
other land birds They can withstand below -zero
weather and escape the killing winds by finding shel-
ter amongst the crevices of rocks and debris If those
quarters aren't available, they will burrow into snow-
drifts to spend the night.
As my son got out of the car to see if there were
any other winter visitors amongst them, the snow
buntings rose up in front of him. They are about the
size of a sparrow and belong to the finch family. In
all there were about 32 snow buntings. As they flew
overhead, their white bellies and white wing patches
flashed. They reminded one of giant snowflakes, an-
other name they are known by. Their flight is undu-
lating, and as they flew by we could hear them calling
softly amongst themselves.
I marvel at the endurance and survival ability of
these rugged ground feeders. Take, for instance, their
nesting range. We're talking about an area in the near
Arctic, roughly from southern Greenland extending
along the top of Canada, Alaska and on into Siberia
in Russia.
In the spring the male snow bunting arrives in the
North early to claim a nesting site. Then three to five
weeks later the female arrives Somehow they are
able to find bits of fur from lemmings, Arctic hares,
caribou, fox, dogs and feathers from ravens and ptar-
migans to make a thermal lining for their nest. The
area is so cold the female stays on the nest through-
out incubation, relying on the male to feed her. She
must stay on the nest, for the eggs would quickly
freeze if she left.
Someone asked how I knew there aright be snow
buntings on the beach in Mattituck. The truth of the
matter is I didn't know for sure, but of all the feeding
areas, this was one of the best places to look for them,
that is, "if' — and that's a pretty big "if' — they were
around. Some years it's hard to find any.
If snow is on the ground, you might find snow bun-
tings feeding along the edge of the road where the
snowplow has cleared it down to the bare ground.
It's here they find weed seeds to hold them over. An-
other good place to look for these winter visitors is at
Cedar Beach in Southold. Usually you can find them
somewhere amongst the stones and lowly plant life
sutfdk Times photos by P-1 Stwtenhwgh
This little snow bunting visits us during the winter. It's a bird that outshines all land birds in that it nests
the farthest north. They feed in loose groups on weeds and grass seeds, no matter the weather.
In the good old days, you could gather a mess of
oysters along the banks of most of our creeks.
Here, my dad and a friend open oysters for one of
my mom's best - tasting oyster stews.
there. It's a wonderful place to stretch your legs. You
will also find these winter birds at Orient State Park.
Here is an area that has changed little with time, and
its shore edges make an ideal winter habitat for birds
Barbara and I rank the snow bunting near the top
of our list of favorite birds, for it has so many things
going for it. We love its colors of ginger, white and
black and its ability to eke out a living, no matter
what the weather. Its small pink bill is designed to
crush weed and grass seeds. Imagine finding enough
seeds the size of a grain of sand with the wind blow-
ing and the temperature below zero — but then
that's part of their daily routine.
If you happen to come across some of these light -
colored snow buntings on your next winter walk, take
time to look them over carefully, for you Wright be
lucky enough to even find in amongst them a few oth-
er interesting winter visitors to our area, the Lapland
longsptus and homed larks Good luck.
We see this beautiful white owl here during the
winter months, particularly when there is a short-
age of lemmings (small shrews) where they live.
The varied colors of white, ginger and black of the
snow bunting camouflage the bird in hopes of hid-
ing it from the Arctic fox or the ever - watchful eyes
of the snowy owl.
e Suffolk Times • November 29, 2007 =A winter
afternoon's delight
We were invited out to lunch by our son on a clear
cold Sunday afternoon, and what a lunch it was:
oysters on the half shell and oysters Rockefeller, fol-
lowed by an oyster plate. It brought back memories
of when I was a kid and oysters helped us gdt through
those difficult times of the Great Depression. To get
oysters then, all you had to do was pull them from
the banks of the creek, and in no time you could take
home a mess of these delicious shellfish.
At the restaurant, the cook did a great job on my
oysters. It all reminded me of how important oysters
were to our wellbeing, particu-
FOC U S larly in those lean years. What
you could glean from the sea at
O N • no cost showed up often on our
dinner table.
N AT U R After our great oyster feast
by Paul and dessert of cheesecake,
bread pudding or chocolate
Stoutenburgh mousse, we were ready to head
home, but it was such a spar-
kling day, with clouds like cotton candy, it seemed
too nice to go straight home. So I suggested we "turn
here and go to the bottom of the hill, then turn right
again and go until we reach the Sound." The reason
I wanted to go to the Sound was that I was hoping it
might hold something special I wanted to share with
our friends. My son knew exactly what I was up to.
Most are familiar with Mattituck Inlet, but few re-
alize how the area has changed since the jetties were
put in. The ever - moving sand has built up on the west
side of the inlet, making it an ideal place to see some
extra- special winter birds. No sooner had we turned
into the parking lot, when my son said, "There they
are!" What he was referring to were snow buntings,
birds from the far, far North.
As a matter of fact, some people say they're the
true harbingers of ice and snow. They'll be our guests
for the winter. Of all North American birds, these
little snow buntings nest the farthest north of any
other land birds. They can withstand below -zero
weather and escape the killing winds by finding shel-
ter amongst the crevices of rocks and debris. If those
quarters aren't available, they will burrow into snow-
drifts to spend the night.
As my son got out of the car to see if there were
any other winter visitors amongst them, the snow
buntings rose up in front of him. They are about the
size of a sparrow and belong to the finch family. In
all there were about 32 snow buntings. As they flew
overhead, their white bellies and white wing patches
flashed. They reminded one of giant snowflakes, an-
other name they are known by. Their flight is undu-
lating, and as they flew by we could hear them calling
softiv amongst themselves.
1 marvel at the endurance and survival ability of
these rugged ground feeders. Take, for instance, their
nesting range. We're talking about an area in the near
Arctic, roughly from southern Greenland extending
along the top of Canada, Alaska and on into Siberia
in Russia.
In the spring the male snow bunting arrives in the
North early to claim a nesting site. Then three to five
weeks later the female arrives. Somehow they are
able to find bits of fur from lemmings, Arctic hares,
caribou, fox, dogs and feathers from ravens and ptar-
migans to make a thermal lining for their nest. The
area is so cold the female stays on the nest through-
out incubation, relying on the male to feed her. She
must stay on the nest, for the eggs would quickly
freeze if she left.
Someone asked how I knew there might be snow
buntings on the beach in Mattituck. The truth of the
matter is I didn't know for sure, but of all the feeding
We see this beautiful white owl here during the
winter months, particularly when there is a short-
age of lemmings (small shrews) where they live.
The varied colors of white, ginger and black of the
snow bunting camouflage the bird in hopes of hid-
ing it from the Arctic fox or the ever - watchful eyes
of the snowy owl.
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This little snow bunting visits us during the winter. It's a bird that outshines all land birds In that it nests
the farthest north. They feed in loose groups on weeds and grass seeds, no matter the weather. I
areas, this was one of the best places to look for them
that is, "if' — and that's a pretty big "if" — they were
around. Some years it's hard to find any.
If snow is on the ground, you might find snow bun -
tings feeding along the edge of the road where the
snowplow has cleared it down to the bare ground.
It's here they find weed seeds to hold them over. An-
other good place to look for these winter visitors is at
Cedar Beach in Southold. Usually you can find them
somewhere amongst the stones and lowly plant life
there. It's a wonderful place to stretch your legs. You
will also find these winter birds at Orient State Park.
Here is an area that has changed little with time, and
its shore edges make an ideal winter habitat for birds
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Barbara and I rank the snow bunting near Meo
of our list of favorite birds, for it has so many things
going for 4. We love its colors of ginger, white and
black and its ability to eke out a living, no matter
what the weather. Its small pink bill is designed to
crush weed and grass seeds. Imagine finding enough
seeds the size of a grain of sand with the wind blow-
ing and the temperature below zero = but then
that's part.of their daily routine.
If you happen to come across some of these light -
colored snow buntings on your next winter walk, take
time to look them over carefully, for you might be
lucky enough to even find in amongst them a few oth-
er interesting winter visitors to our area, the Lapland
longspurs and horned larks. Good luck.
i the good old days, you could gather a mess
ysters along the banks of most of our creel
ere, my dad and a friend open oysters for one
ly mom's best - tasting oyster stews.