Poor Sam Peabody …
I don’t know Mr. Peabody and have no idea of what events may have led to his present condition of “poor” (or, according to some, “old”) but one thing’s for sure. This guy is The Man, at least as far as talk among the white-throated sparrows is concerned.
Bird vocalizations are often as important as plumage when it comes to identifying species. But because people and birds don’t speak the same language, we humans have found it helpful to associate words with the songs the birds sing. Used this way, the words become mnemonics – gimmicks that help us recall or memorize things more easily.
And that’s where Sam Peabody comes in. He, or it, is one of a few mnemonic devices that has been applied to the song of the white-throated sparrow.
The others – Old Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody; O Sweet Canada, Canada, Canada; and Where Are You Frederick, Frederick, Frederick – work well, too. But since “Poor Sam … ” was the first one I learned, it’s the one I still rely on today.
It came to mind recently during a walk at the Hickory Knolls Natural Area in St. Charles. The clear, whistled notes hit my ears as we walked through a partially restored woodland, and it wasn’t long before I saw the source. A handsome specimen, it was perched toward the end of a low, leafless branch. A few flockmates, a mixed group that included other white-throated sparrows and some juncos, scratched at the leaf litter below.
White-throated sparrows are members of the Emberizine sparrow family, a mostly brown, similar-looking group that can sometimes give amateur birders like me fits. But, unlike the Lincoln’s sparrow, which looks nothing like Lincoln, or the Henslow’s sparrow, which bears little resemblance to John Stevens Henslow, the 19th-century botanist, the white-throated has a name that describes it perfectly.
A bright white patch surrounds the bird’s throat like an ascot and is bordered along the top by a black line, or “whisker,” on either side. The breast below is a streaky or smudgy gray; on both sides of the bird’s face, in the spaces between the bill and eyes called the lores, two bright yellow patches serve as other distinguishing field marks.
But what has always caught my eye is the white-throated sparrow’s striped head. In a pattern reminiscent of a University of Michigan football helmet, the white-throated sparrow has either black and white or brown and tan stripes.
That’s right – two color morphs, one species. What makes things even more interesting is that the two morphs seem to seek out birds of the other plumage. That is, a white-striped bird will be seen with a tan-striped mate, and vice versa.
Further, research has shown that white-striped birds tend to be more dominant. The males especially are more aggressive, more vocal, less apt to help with raising young and more likely to be promiscuous. By contrast, tan-striped males are quieter and more helpful around the nest, sometimes to the point of becoming Mr. Mom.
The bird we saw at Hickory Knolls seemed to fit this profile. It was a white-striped morph, and it was singing.
Not necessarily odd behavior, until you stop to consider that, in our area, white-throateds are migrants, not residents. This nonresident status should mean that there’s no territory to defend and, therefore, not much reason to sing.
But sing it did, as do many white-striped morphs wintering here. Perhaps they’re just showing off, but maybe they’re practicing.
White-throated sparrows, like many bird species, learn their songs from older tutors – typically their fathers. While the full song is what we hear most often, I’ve also heard white-throateds in the early stages of this learning process, at times crooning about Poor Sam Pea ... Pea ... , or Poor Pea-bod-dee-dee-dee.
If white-throated sparrows are on your list of birds to see this winter, keep your eyes, and ears, open.
White-throateds are common in most local woodlands and also visit birdfeeders, though they are just as likely to scratch among the seeds on the ground as feed from the unit itself.
Just be careful not to confuse them with white-crowned sparrows. Not to muddy things up, but white-crowns have a head-stripe pattern similar to that of the white-throateds.
However … white crowns have a clear, unstreaked breast, no white throat, and, perhaps most important, speak not of Poor Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody. Rather, white-crowns chirp merrily that Poor Jo-Jo … Peed His Pants.
But that’s another story, for another time.
Pam Otto is the manager of nature programs and interpretive services for the St. Charles Park District. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or 630-513-4346. Feedback on this column can be sent to email@example.com.