Bird in hand, Darracott’s colony of Purple Martins
Bird in hand, Darracott’s colony of Purple Martins
by Mike Tripp / The News Leader
It’s not every day that one’s life is changed by the simple act of mowing a lawn.
But what Mixon Darracott saw streaming behind him as he drove his mower across the wide yard of his new home in Fishersville in 2000 changed everything.
“I’m riding along on the lawn mower, and all these birds are coming from behind me, right by my head,” he described. “I wondered what in the world was going on.”
Friends surmised the mowing churned up insects, which the birds —guessed at the time to be purple martins —considered a joyful smorgasbord.
It was enough to inflame Mixon’s curiosity — a curiosity outliving the fact those original birds were most likely barn swallows.
“Ahhh, I became very interested,” he said with a smile. “I knew I was gonna have a garden so I thought, ‘Hey, it really would be nice to have them (purple martins) around to eat the bugs.’”
Of course, he also thought in those first days these birds would feast upon his mosquitoes.
“Which also was not true,” he explained. “Martins really like to eat dragonflies which are up about 100 to 200 feet above ground level. That’s their delicacy.”
By the time he realized that purple martins were not going to feast on the mosquitoes in his yard, though, “I had already decided I wanted to try to have a colony of them.”
Three dozen nesting sites, 30 of which have nestlings or eggs in them, and a total of 104 eggs at last count, probably constitutes a colony.
But it took years to grow and develop.
Martins are the largest of the swallows native to North America, and tend to nest in cavities in man-made structures with open air around them, as opposed to trees. They don’t mind human activity nearby and take advantage of the natural protection that being in proximity to people provides.
They have preferences for housing with specific entrance sizes. It took Darracott several years to find the right houses and living conditions to entice the first purple martin to his yard. But once he got it right, he knew he’d have their company from March to late August every year.
“And it’s been a glorious ride, something to look forward to every spring,” he noted. “You can’t wait to hear that very definite sound of a martin chirp.”
If all eggs hatch and all nestlings fledge, 128 new purple martins will be preparing to leave Darracott Colony late this summer on their way to Brazil, where the aerobatic world travelers will winter
But for now Mixon Darracott checks his nests every few days during the day, and enjoys most summer evenings in admiration of the stylish flight and social chatter of his swift-winged neighbors.
“One can go to a zoo and see animals and birds brought into captivity for our enjoyment,” he said. “But in my opinion, that is not nearly as good as enjoying them in their natural environment day-after-day, watching and being awed by their natural behavior.”
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