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It’s 11 O’Clock. Do You Know The place Your Crimson-eyed Vireos Are? – 10,000 Birds


I haven’t watched nightly information shortly, really, by no means actually watched it as a child both. Nevertheless, I keep in mind it, even when not for any of the information objects. As a child, I had extra essential issues to consider than native happenings being divulged by somebody in a go well with. If a reporter would have rambled on about fishing or hen migration or the most important, oldest bushes within the space, I might have been all ears however no, I don’t recall any reporting on such esteemed topics as these.

What I do keep in mind is Irv Weinstein, Buffalo’s favourite information man. He was nicely appreciated, was a part of our group and seeing him on the TV display screen was a necessary piece of rising up in 80s WNY. I can nonetheless image him sitting there, sporting some 80s or late 70s go well with and tie and sporting glasses. His nightly information present would begin with both him giving the digicam a critical look and declaring, “It’s 11 o’clock. Have you learnt the place your kids are?”, or, the identical curious proclamation being issued by some disembodied and equally critical voice. Both manner, it made an impression, a minimum of on me. I might suppose, “Nicely, how would you not know the place your kids are? It’s so late, I imply, how may a child not be at residence and already in mattress, or a minimum of in pijamas making an attempt to sneak a peek at late night time TV?”

Because it seems, from the 60s to the 80s, plenty of information stations posed that query however they have been in all probability referrring to “children” a lot older than my pre-teen self. The observe appears to have began with the arrival of nightly youth curfews in massive cities, maybe geared toward stopping riots. Since this evocative phrase turned out to be an efficient consideration getting assertion, it was nonetheless used lengthy after the curfews had been lifted. Every time I heard the nightly query, I used to be puzzled and couldn’t assist however think about some drugged out or drunk mum or dad staring on the TV display screen and all of a sudden realizing, “Oh crap! Irv’s proper! The place the heck are my children!?” They’d sober up and with nary a change of their crumpled and stained live performance tee-shirt, would leap into motion. They’d run upstairs to ensure their children have been in mattress and if not, would seize their jean jacket and run to the Buick. They’d yell their child’s names out the window as the large, inefficient car combed the streets, yelling for Jamie or Tony or Heather.

Once they lastly discovered their misplaced progeny they’d slam the automotive into “park”, bounce out and with the door nonetheless ajar and the automotive nonetheless rumbling softly, would run to their kids and embrace them with aid. The mum or dad would say, “Thank God you’re alright! If it weren’t for the information reminding me, I may have misplaced you!”

There can be crying and tears of happiness beneath the pale mild of the road lamp. The child can be grateful that they had been discovered, after which they’d head again residence as one completely satisfied household. If the child had been a birder, although, they could have stated, “ the place I used to be! It’s fall migration and I bought birds to take heed to. Fall migrants! Warbler chips and sparrow seeps, Bobolink notes and faint yellowleg whistles. Sure, it’s 11 o’clock however I’m questioning the place my birds of summer season have gone. , all of these Crimson-eyed Vireos and pewees that sang from the inexperienced woods of June? All gone now. The place can they be?”

Considered one of very many Japanese Wooden-Pewees that fly by means of Costa Rica.

If there was such a child, and if anybody else was questioning, I may let you know the place the vireos and pewees are, particularly the Crimson-eyed Vireos. Proper now, primarily based on latest birding, a heck of plenty of them are in Costa Rica. The previous week, whether or not birding dense and mossy foothill rainforest or woodland patches close to city zones, Crimson-eyed Vireos have been a relentless presence. See a small pale hen flit into view? Yep, that’s one other vireo, Crimson-eyed and the twelfth of the morning. What’s that pale hen with this bunch of tanagers? Oh proper, extra vireos. And people ones close to the Blackburnian? Crimson-eyed once more.

I’m not complaining, I like seeing each single one. In Costa Rica, Crimson-eyed Vireos may not sing they usually received’t do a manakin dance however they’re nonetheless cool birds nonetheless; birds that entertain stunning northeastern woods with lazy phrases, small birds that fly all the best way to the Amazon after which again once more. That appears past unbelievable and filled with perils and but they do it. Costa Rica is simply the half manner level, I’m glad to see them, completely satisfied to see Crimson-eyed Vireos discovering meals in protected forests. If these vireos and I may discuss, I might inform them to offer my regards to the cover bushes of the Amazon, to watch out and to make it again north and say whats up to outdated maples and beech bushes close to Lake Ontario.

Extra will probably be passing by means of Costa Rica through the subsequent month, hopefully tons extra. I sit up for seeing them as they fly my manner, all a number of million of them.


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