Woodcock in Manhattan
A little Maine woods action in the big city
The following excerpt came from a client’s email this week. He has been upland hunting with us for the past four or five seasons and has the bug. Only upland hunters understand.
”…so, I was a little early to work this morning and decided to have a coffee a sit outside for a few minutes before heading upstairs. This being lower Manhattan, two blocks from the world trade center and the stock exchange, green space is at a bit of a premium, so I ducked into the nearest thing, a cemetery next to Trinity church. Well about 50 steps in, just as I reached the middle, a bird flushes up at my feet, arm’s length away. A woodcock! Then another, and another! I moved 5 freakin’ woodcock in a little postage stamp of green in the citiest part of the whole city! It was practically a religious experience! My coworkers couldn’t quite understand my enthusiasm, so I just had to share.”
It is still early March and the season for chasing upland birds in Maine is more than half a year away. For many the experience of being in the Maine woods on a cool October day with bright blue skies and the brilliant colors of the sugar maples and aspens, is one that will draw them back to the woods over and over – even in the middle of winter in Manhattan. The whimsical woodcock or timberdoodle as some know him- is making his migration north as we speak- from his winter haunts in the Gulf States. The males come first, staking out breeding territories in fields and woodland openings. They will sing and dance for a few weeks with hopes of attracting a mate, nesting and raising their young. It is a true sign of spring when you hear the nasally call and whistling wings of the woodcock’s sky dance at dusk and dawn.
Learn more about upland opportunities at www.weatherbys.com