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Common Mullein

If you’ve spent any time bird watching, chances are you’ve also done your share of plant watching. Obviously, different habitats and the plants that thrive within them dictate the species of birds that will be successful there. Every once in a while, a particular plant that birds frequent will cry out for more attention than just a cursory look . On a recent camping trip to Eastern Washington, Common Mullein jumped out and grabbed my focus.

The habitats surrounding the area in which we camp are a mixture of Ponderosa Pine, sage lands, rangelands, and open cultivated fields. The disturbed open nature of the area is a perfect setting for mullein as it thrives in well lit disturbed soils. Correctly known by its botanical name of Verbascum Thapsus is graced with a dozen common names; including common mullein, giant mullein, woolly mullein, and – my personal favorite – Cowboy Toilet Paper. The mullein is native to Europe, northern Africa, and Asia. It was introduced to the Americas during the early 18th century and cultivated for its medicinal properties. The thick fuzzy silver leaves are dried and made into an herbal tea, and drunk to relieve all types of throat ailments such as dry cough, bronchitis, simple sore throats, and even consumption.

Birds are oblivious to the human uses of this plant. For birds, the non-native has become a welcome addition to the open landscape for the ample food and perching resources it provides. The biennial plant produces a large rosette of ground hugging leaves the first year of growth. The following year a single flowering stalk will emerge from the heart of the large cluster of leaves, climbing to the height of six feet or more. The stalk will soon be covered by a mass of tiny yellow flowers attracting insects and arthropods of all types – from moths, and mites to aphids. The abundance of invertebrates are an immediate attractant for feasting birds. After the flowers have been pollinated, the stalk turns woody and brown in the fall, festooned with round seed pods hugging the tall stalk. These seeds, in turn, provide additional food resources for small finches and invertebrates alike. These tall woody stalks and their welcome food source persist through the winter into the next summer.

In open spaces, perching sites are of a premium – and mullein is a welcome addition to the landscape. From the heights of last year’s flower stalks male Western Bluebirds will keep watch over their nearby nesting cavities. Their brilliant blue and soft orange lighting up the otherwise dull brown of the mullein. Western Kingbirds use the dried stalks as launching pads for their courageous attacks on any predator brave or foolish enough to enter their territory. Northern Rough-winged Swallows, who consistently perch more than any other swallow species, will gather in groups on a field sprinkled with mullein. Eastern Kingbirds, who appear to have an attitude toward anyone and everyone, will issue their chattering challenge to the world from atop a mullein. If another male Kingbird dare to enter the territory, chasing will ensue with the winner excitedly flashing his blood red crown from the top of the tallest mullein available. American Goldfinches seem to recognize that their bright yellow and black beauty should not go unnoticed, and will often sing from on high a seed stalk. Their bubbling song raining down on the surrounding grasslands. Even Yellow Warblers, perhaps frustrated by hours of singing in the thickets of the riparian area, will make a brief appearance on the side of a stalk to produce his ‘Sweet, Sweet, I’m so Sweet” song, only to disappear back into the nearby thicket. On occasion, in the fall, Downy Woodpeckers will cling to the sides of a seven-foot stalk hammering away at the insects lodged among the seed pods.

Disturbed open lands are hosts to plant species introduced by humans – plants far from home that thrive in a welcome environment for weeds. The native birds in turn adapt, utilize, and thrive on the welcome additions of perches, and food sources that the mullein provides. Take a moment while bird watching to watch the plants as well;  each has its own story to tell.

Breeding Bird Survey

These are three of the most intense moments of your birding life. Three minutes to count all of species and individual birds in a 1/4 mile radius. This is the United States Geological Survey’s Breeding Bird Survey. Look, listen, scan, identify, count, and repeat 50 times at designated stops.

Scott and I had chosen to be volunteers for the Breeding Bird Survey four years ago. We selected the Nighthawk route in Okanogan County of north eastern Washington State. This area is rich in wetlands, riparian zone, sagebrush, Ponderosa Pine forests, lakes and rivers. Unbeknown to us at the time, it is the highest diversity of breeding birds in Washington. But after intensely surveying these many habitats for hours on end I can attest that it is indeed extremely diverse.

After four years, the route and routine are somewhat more manageable. Our roles are clearly defined. After arising at 3:30 a.m., we arrive at our first stop at 4:25a.m ready to go, coffee in one hand, binoculars in the other. Scott mans the computer assuring that each stop is accurate and on target according to our GPS. He dutifully records any ambient noise we may experience such as rushing stream, tractor or cattle drive. He also records and interprets the crazy chatter flying from my mouth as I attempt to call out each species as I see and hear them during the precious three minute time span.

I assume an intense stance, eyes and ears attune to all bird life surrounding us. I must appear somewhat insane staring fixedly ahead as I first holler out all of the songs and calls I hear. Black-headed Grosbeak! Western Tanager! Gray Catbird! Then the binoculars are attached to my eyes as I scan, high, low near far and don’t forget the other side of the road! Pick out the Lazuli Bunting, squeeze out three Wilson’s Warblers, and five Yellow Warblers in the riparian zone – then, oh joy, a MacGillivray’s warbler! Ok, i.d. the Flycatchers- NOW!

Despite its great intensity and exhausting eight hours of work, the route is a true joy. Not only the delight of revisiting old friends each year but the possibility of discovering new species as well. Stop 24 – guaranteed Rufous Hummingbird and he will be sitting on the wire above the road. Stop 12 – Say’s Phoebe sallying forth in search of insects for her young. Stop 5 at the corral, sure enough there is the House Wren in full song. Stop 42 – Lewis’s Woodpeckers are guarding territory in old cottonwoods next to the river. Stop 29 – yes the Bank Swallow colony is still there. We can be assured count that every transformer on the poles lining the highway will be populated by a pair of Western Kingbirds.

Sprinkled amongst the old friends such as Western Wood-Peewee and Western Meadowlarks are treasures of new discoveries. While dodging hummingbirds and peering at a Red-tailed Hawk, a distinct chibit repeatedly struck my ear. And there in the Ponderosa Pine singing away was a Least Flycatcher, our first in four years of surveys. Later on while counting the large groups of Bald Eagles feasting on carp at the lake shore, a group of shore birds flew past my bins. White, chestnut and black – could it be? YES! Wilson’s Phalaropes landing along the edge of a flooded field. Stop number 48 in the heat of the day promised to be barren except for the usual Black-billed Magpies and California Quail but today a lovely chuck, chuck, chuck call issued from the sage. Finally – Chukar on our route. While looking for “our” Clark’s Nutcrackers who had repeatedly surprised us by hanging out at the lake in most untypical Clark’s habitat we were delighted to discover instead two nesting Common Mergansers. This seemed a much more appropriate species for this stop.

After hours of wrestling with an accurate count of swallows, the intensity of birding by ear and elation of new discoveries we ended this year’s Breeding Bird Survey with a total of 50 stops, 25 miles driven, six distinct habitats and 77 species and the anticipation of next year’s survey on our minds.