Reptile/Amphibian #37 – Copperhead

agkistrodon contortirx

Sunday, May 7, 2023 – 10:47 am

Faulkner County, Arkansas – Bell Slough Wildlife Management Area

I was out birding and had just crossed over the dam on Lake Conway. On the narrow trail that leads back into the woods, I saw a Copperhead. It was stretched out, with its head in the vegetation along the trail but most of its body on the trail. I knew immediately what it was. It was perhaps 18 inches long. It never moved as I gingerly approached and took some photos.

It had the classic fat body and wedge-shaped head of a pit-viper. I was surprised at how nonchalant I was about it. I took the photos, but there wasn’t much else to do since the snake wasn’t moving. I actually walked past it on the trail, coming within six inches of its tail. It never moved. I continued on birding, but also watching where I stepped. Twenty minutes later, when I went back along the section of trail where I’d seen the snake, it was gone.

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Toad Suck Daze

Years ago, when we happened to be visiting Arkansas in May, I went to Toad Suck Daze to buy Toad Suck, Arkansas T-shirts for several coworkers. At that time, the festival was held along the river at Toad Suck. Since then, due to flooding, it’s been moved to downtown Conway.

Of course we had to check it out the first year we lived in town. We found a parking space a couple blocks up the road and wandered through the crowds. We were in time for some exciting festival events in the main tent.

First there was the crowning of the Toad Queens. There must have been 20 in total — from infants to old women — all with slightly different titles. Here are just a few.

Next, the Miss Toad Sucks and others did the Toady Woady — which is identical to the Hokey Pokey except for the name.

And then, finally, it was time for the Toad Races. The toads here, as is the case most places throughout the festival, are actually frogs. After explaining what to do if your “toad” goes out of your lane, the Emcee gave the rules — “No flippin’, no floppin’, let the toads do the hoppin’. After a rousing cry of “One your mark. Get Set. Toad!” the race was on. And over in about two seconds. The flying toad in the background crossed the finish line way ahead, but not in its proper lane. When it was placed back on the track, it just sat there, pouting. The winner was the portly gentleman in the blue shirt who is a state congressman. He’s also a cheater, and he did considerable shoving of his “toad.”

The freshly repainted the Toad Suck Daze design in the middle of a downtown intersection.

We wandered around the vendors and into the Toad Store for maybe half an hour and that was all the Toad Suck Daze we were in the mood for.

Some Conway streetside sculpture.

I’ll use this space to air my complaint. “Toad Suck, Arkansas” is funny. We like to buy gifts for non-Arkansas that say “Toad Suck, Arkansas” on them. The problem is that they’re really hard to find. Almost everything says “Toad Suck Daze,” which means nothing to anyone who hasn’t been to the festival. Fortunately, a few appropriately labeled souvenirs are available at the gas station at Toad Suck Lock and Dam.

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Blanchard Springs

My wife was attending a three-day dulcimer workshop in Mountain View, and I went along to sightsee in the area while she was busy. On Friday, I drove to Blanchard Springs (then owned and operated by the U.S. Forest Service but since transitioning to an Arkansas State Park). This wasn’t my first visit, but it had been a long time. I wandered around by the spring and picnic area, then headed over to the caverns and reserved my place on a cave tour. I had enough time to bird a nearby trail through the woods.

The caverns are large and impressive, about as open for long views as any I’ve seen and with lots of amazing formations.

The park wasn’t around when Club 52 was organized, so there’s no passport from here — not yet anyway. The state is making some changes that are scheduled to be completed in 2028. I’ll have to visit again.

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Bluegrass Music in Mountain View

My wife signed up for a dulcimer festival in Mountain View, and I tagged along. The city is known for bluegrass music, and it’s not hard to find. On Saturday, I sat in on a jam session at Ozark Folk Center.

And that evening, I attended a Dulcimer Festival concert at the Ozark Highlands Theater.

On Sunday evening, I wandered around town and found a concert on the courthouse lawn.

There was a group jamming in Pickin’ Park.

And yet another on the front porch of our bed and breakfast.

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Bird #598 – Couch’s Kingbird

tyrannus couchii

Clark County, Arkansas – Alcoa Bottoms – Hasley Road

Tuesday, April 25, 2023 – 7:55 am

This bird was discovered near Arkadelphia last week but not entered on eBird until yesterday. I was birding in Little Rock when the email came through yesterday. It would have taken me less than an hour to dash down and see it in the beautiful afternoon weather. But like a moron, I mistook Arkadelphia for Texarkana, which is considerably further away, and I mistook Couch’s Kingbird for Cassin’s Kingbird, which I’ve seen several times in Arizona and Colorado. So I didn’t go. It wasn’t until I got home and my brain kicked in that I realized Couch’s would be a lifer — and one that was fairly easy to get to.

I got up at 5:30 on Tuesday and headed south in the dark. It was an overcast day with rain in the forecast. I arrived at the reported location around 7:45. If this had been Illinois or Colorado, there would have been a clump of birders there already, either looking at the kingbird or looking for it. But this is Arkansas, and there was nobody around.

The reports said the bird was seen north of the bridge on Hasley Road, but the coordinates that were given were south of the bridge. (I later realized there were two bridges and the bird was located between them.) I started walking the wrong way, but soon decided to trust the coordinates and turned around. I spotted the bird almost immediately. It was about 80 yards away, perched on a roadside wire next to a dense thicket of small trees. (You can see the bird as a dot in the upper left of the photo, although when I first saw it, it was down further, close to the pole.)

It was so gloomy that the bird was just a silhouette against the sky. I could see that it had the basic shape of a kingbird and that its belly was yellow, but that’s all. Before I could get any closer, it flew off over the trees. I walked slowly down the road in that direction. After perhaps five minutes, I heard four or five sharp “cheeps” from the thicket. A few seconds later, the kingbird flew out of the thicket at about head height and landed on the wire (where it is in the photo above). It had a large insect in its bill. It proceeded to beat the insect repeatedly against the wire, until, I imagine, it was dead. The bird then spent about a minute positioning the insect for swallowing, including throwing it up in the air and catching it a couple times.

After the meal was over, the kingbird stayed in the same spot for another couple minutes. It was looking about alertly as though searching for more insects. I took a few steps closer, and it flew off and landed in a snag at the top of a tree on the other side of the road.

I later realized I’d had my camera on the wrong setting, which is why (coupled with the gray conditions) the pictures are so bad. By the time I figured this out, it was raining too hard to get better shots.

The bird flew off to the south, and I walked back and forth along the road to see what else there was to see. A road grader came along, and the driver stopped and asked me “Have you seen it today?” I established that he was talking about the kingbird and told him I had. I answered some questions about it and told him where it’s normal range is. He said “The world is changing,” and proceeded to explain that the bird was here because of global warming. I didn’t bother arguing with him.

It began raining, so I returned to my car and drove further down the road. When I drove back through the same stretch, the kingbird was back on the wire, south of the pole this time. It was raining hard and I couldn’t see anything but a shape. As I passed, it flew off over the thicket, and I headed for home.

The Couch’s Kingbird is native to Mexico. It summers in south Texas, but is rare this far north. So far as I can tell from eBird, this is only the second one ever found in the state. It looks almost identical to the Tropical Kingbird (which I saw near Pine Bluff — also a rarity — in December, 2020, and down in Arizona in 2022), but the calls of the two birds are very different. I heard the Couch’s call four or five times in the thicket before it emerged with the insect, so I don’t have to rely on the testimony of others for confirmation.

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