On a warm day in late October, well over a decade
ago, my mom and I drove to the Noxubee Refuge to spend some time birding and
just winding down from a busy week. It
was a beautiful day, although humid. Of
course, the humidity might have had an effect on us, but it seemed to have very
little effect on the wildlife at the Noxubee National Wildlife Refuge--birds,
mammals, butterflies.
Butterflies were everywhere at Morgan Hill, our
first stop. The bright sunlight was
drawing them out along the trail leading through the Black Belt prairie. Most of the butterflies of the fall season
are rusty-tinted, and these were no exception.
Gulf Fritillaries, bright orange with nearly three-inch wingspans, were
very abundant. Orange Sulphurs, less
intense in color, were also common.
Angle-winged Question Marks and Commas showed up, also, along with a few
Painted Ladys, Monarchs and one Red Admiral, dark brown with red-orange bars on
its wings. Cloudless Sulphurs brought
touches of yellow to the scene. They
were not confined to the prairie, though; they had flitted in front of our
vehicle as we had made our way down the road earlier.
Grasshoppers scattered as we walked, some of them
unfurling delicate wings as colorful as some of the butterflies. On the gravel-covered path, Buckeyes, little
butterflies sporting peacock-like eyespots and red and white “paint” on their
brown wings, were surprisingly numerous, and I saw one Variegated Fritillary. Smaller than the Gulf Fritillary, this species
has paler but more intricately patterned wings.
By looking closely at a small passionflower (also known as maypop) plant growing on the trail,
I spotted two tiny Gulf Fritillary caterpillars.
Of course, there were birds to be seen in addition
to the insects. The sparrows had arrived
in flocks, and Savannah, Swamp, Song, and White-throated Sparrows and Dark-eyed
Juncos flew out of the grasses at every step we took. Eastern Bluebirds eyed us from their perches
atop the few small trees dotting the hill.
Zhip! With a sharp
call and a flick of its tail, an Eastern Phoebe joined them.
When my mom and I arrived back at the parking
area, a big Woolly Bear caterpillar lurched its way across the gravel and over
to some leaf litter in the nearby thicket where it would be safe. As we left the prairie, a female American
Kestrel gave us a great show as it hovered over the field and then landed in a
huge oak tree. A group of eleven Wild
Turkeys was foraging in the same area.
Next we headed to Goose Overlook for more
watching. The water was nice and clear
at Bluff Lake, where the observation point is located. It was a little early for ducks, but there
were plenty of Canada Geese wading in the shallows. Chickadees, titmice, woodpeckers and wrens
chattered in the surrounding woods. A
flock of Yellow-rumped Warblers landed in a cypress tree, flicking their wings
and scrambling over the branches for insects.
We were amused by these antics but soon decided to walk down Woodpecker
Trail, a path cutting through areas of both pine and mixed woods. There were lots of small birds and several
small dusty-brown Carolina Satyr butterflies.
Our shoes and socks soon became spotted with clinging Beggar’s Lice from
the many plants growing on the edges of the trail.
After spending time at Goose Overlook, we headed back
to Morgan Hill Prairie. It didn’t take
long for me to spot some species I hadn’t seen on the prairie earlier. A small butterfly alighted on a twig, and
from the orange, brown and white wings and long, beak-like extension of the
head, it was evident that this was a Snout Butterfly. Several birds suddenly flew up in front of us
and landed in the small trees and shrubs—bluebirds, Savannah Sparrow,
juncos—but there was something else: a
Palm Warbler. This brown-streaked little
bird with the yellow undertail was only a few feet away from us. A small bright-green caterpillar was clasped
in its bill, and at first it seemed that the bird would soon eat it. But the caterpillar was still very much
alive; and as we watched, it reached down and grabbed the branch that the
warbler was perched on. The bird jerked
its head up, pulling the caterpillar off the branch, but the insect was not
ready to give up. Suspended from the
warbler’s bill, it suddenly curled into a tight ball, and the bird dropped
it. Oops! The bird was probably pretty upset about
losing this meal, and it dived down into the shrub to search for it. We didn’t hang around long enough to see what
finally happened, but I can imagine the caterpillar crawling off with a great
battle story to retell all of its short life.
It was time to head out of the refuge, so we left, reflecting that the relaxing yet entertaining day there had definitely been worth the bother of going.