No time to post. Bunting hunting in progress. An effing mural of buntings, both painted and indigo, are hopping around the Spinster Ornithology Compound as we speak.
A group of buntings is also known, for some reason, as a “sacrifice.”

This painted bunting looks like he's balancing on his tail, but is in fact jumping to get at some grass seed. Cottonmouth County TX, April 2009.
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39 comments
Rose Connors
April 27, 2009 at 5:03 pm (UTC -6)
Jealous of the buntings!
Squiggy
April 27, 2009 at 5:11 pm (UTC -6)
These Buntings are gorgeous!
Which iBird app did you get for your iphone: your specific geographic area, iBird Pro or iBird Plus?
Amy
April 27, 2009 at 5:26 pm (UTC -6)
Wow, purty. I once long ago was somehow in possession of a sticker that just said “cottonmouth, tx.” Maybe a birdwatcher made it…those things are amazingly colorful. Go, nature!
random_anomaly
April 27, 2009 at 5:49 pm (UTC -6)
Wow, the painted bunting is so beautiful! Awesome pictures.
Ron Sullivan
April 27, 2009 at 6:45 pm (UTC -6)
Congratulations!
Also: gawjuss!
Betsy
April 27, 2009 at 8:01 pm (UTC -6)
Extremely beautiful! How wonderful to have painted buntings right there at home!!
One transliteration of the Indigo Bunting’s song is
Fire-fire! Where!-where! Here!-here! Quick-quick! put-it-out!-put-it-out!
But everyone should feel free to make up their own words.
Orange
April 27, 2009 at 10:47 pm (UTC -6)
Those birdies are hot.
I suspect most of the words referring to groups of specific birds are like those arcane phobias–words coined for the hell of it and useful to no one. In baseball, there is a hit called a sacrifice bunt, so I’m thinking some baseball fan thought it would be the height of hilarity to coin “sacrifice of buntings.”
You ever hear those men who insist that there is a biological imperative for men to appreciate women for their appearance? One wonders if those fellas have ever taken high-school biology, because they would surely have learned that a number of species have beautiful, colorful males and brown speckly females. Wouldn’t you think primates like us should hew to that pattern too? IBTP.
katrina
April 27, 2009 at 11:09 pm (UTC -6)
Is the collective noun anything to do with the French custom — now illegal, I believe — of catching buntings by painting bushes and fences with sticky stuff to trap them, then eating them by sucking their insides out through their anuses? I’m not making this up, and if it’s any comfort, yes, they killed and cooked them between the trapping and the sucking.
I don’t know the botanical name for American buntings, (I didn’t even know there were American birds called buntings, and these pictures really made me sit up and take notice)
I’m pretty sure they are no relation to European buntings (Emberiza) and that European newcomers named them for European birds, even though they don’t resemble them in the slightest.
Actually, Orange, I like your theory better.
Jo
April 28, 2009 at 5:09 am (UTC -6)
Actually, I can think of a few non-human primates that fit that pattern too, if my high school biology serves me correctly.
Still. What you said, Orange.
speedbudget
April 28, 2009 at 5:34 am (UTC -6)
Orange, I’m pretty sure the men who say that are nothing to look at. So they have never been ogled. I’ve done some male ogling in my day. It seems the pretty ones are getting fewer and farer between. Straight men just don’t even try anymore. And they wonder why I go to gay bars.
tinfoil hattie
April 28, 2009 at 7:29 am (UTC -6)
Aaah, gorgeous buntings. Indigo buntings — never seen one, have always wanted to. Now I’m determined to go a-buntin’ huntin’!
ivyleaves
April 28, 2009 at 9:08 am (UTC -6)
I’m sad because all of Twisty’s photos are broken for Safari since the blog logo switched over. I’m on a computer that doesn’t have Firefox installed, so I can’t view the photos. No attempt to get at the pictures gives me anything but broken links. I assume some non-Safari supported templating is going on.
rainie
April 28, 2009 at 10:02 am (UTC -6)
The photos are visible on my computer using Safari, so Safari alone is probably not the problem. They are truly georgeous. It would be lovely if you could see them.
Twisty, I am experiencing moderate jealousy of your bird photographing abilities. My latest results at best have me pointing at a few blurry pixels saying, honest to gosh there was a bird there. Are you using a telephoto lens, or are you just good at sneaking up on the critters?
Tina H
April 28, 2009 at 10:09 am (UTC -6)
A sacrifice of buntings – I love it. It’s like a murder of crows or an unkindness of ravens.
The pics are splendid as well.
slythwolf
April 28, 2009 at 10:48 am (UTC -6)
Who comes up with these group names for different kinds of animals?
Twisty
April 28, 2009 at 11:04 am (UTC -6)
One guess.
I am a clod, and birds flee whenever I come within 1000 yards of them. So I am forced to use an enormous telephoto lens. I’m too lazy to schlep it, so I leave it on a tripod pointed out a window. I shot those buntings from the comfort of my lab, through a dirty window in a slight downpour, then Photoshopped the hell out of’em. Hence the striations and speckly noise.
uccellina
April 28, 2009 at 12:30 pm (UTC -6)
I Blame The Patriarchy: Come for the blaming, stay for the buntings.
Elizabeth
April 28, 2009 at 3:49 pm (UTC -6)
The pictures you do come up with, tough though they are to get, are beautiful. Thanks. The buntings saved my day.
Comrade PhysioProf
April 28, 2009 at 6:57 pm (UTC -6)
Those birds are beautiful!
Ron Sullivan
April 28, 2009 at 10:18 pm (UTC -6)
I can think of a few non-human primates that fit that pattern
Indeed, Jo, when nature made mandrills she left no stern untoned.
One of the best bird painters I know, Keith Hansen, uses your technique, Twisty. He’s got a videocam trained on the courtyard by his studio in Bolinas. Bolinas being what it is and Hansen being what he is, he’s got a yard list as long as your arm.
It includes fish. He’s not on the water; they’re fish being carried by ospreys.
Narya
April 29, 2009 at 9:51 am (UTC -6)
Ron–Hah!! I needed that. I could also use the beer that made Mel Famey walk us.
A friend once compiled a list of names for groups of things/people/other animals–it was all made up, so cleverness was encouraged. If I can find it I’ll share.
ma'am
April 29, 2009 at 7:30 pm (UTC -6)
Excuse the longwindedness, this is very coincidental and somewhat relevant. Tonight at my favorite quarry turned park turned best dog swimming hole in town, I was walking down the trail and was serenaded by about 6 Carolina wrens. They would take turns coming very close to me and making buzzing sounds (none of the phonetic sounds, e.g., “nyert/tsuck” seem right, as usual) since I was clearly invading their space. I assume they were trying to lure me from some babies but I have never seen so many adults involved, and I watched this for awhile. On leaving the park, I nearly sacrificed some buntings with my car. Two males suddenly descended in front of and on top of my hood fluttering and fighting with each other. I stopped to check that I did not hit them (I didn’t, as they were still fighting), but then I started thinking about the sacrifice terminology.
I imagine that “sacrifice of buntings” might refer to the turn of the century when we indiscriminately killed birds for feathered hats, and when we drove the passenger pigeon and Carolina parakeet to extinction. Similarly, “murder of crows” is probably attributable to the fact that crows are considered pests and are, worst than that, black.
Jezebella
April 29, 2009 at 8:07 pm (UTC -6)
Lots of birds have been sacrificed for the use of their feathers – Hawaiian feathered capes, Pomo Indian baskets, and of course the honky’s feathered hats. Alas, the sacrifice was not limited to one species. One Pomo basket at my museum has the feathers of six or seven different species woven into it. It’s beautiful, until you realize how many birds died for that basket.
citywood
April 29, 2009 at 8:59 pm (UTC -6)
Loving the bird pictures!
speedbudget
April 30, 2009 at 5:37 am (UTC -6)
A group of buntings can also be a “decoration” or “mural.”
How about an embarrassment of empids? A distraction of yellow rumps? A construction of cranes? A tangle of knots? A string of kites? A mustache of whiskered terns?
Guys, it’s poetry. Birds in Numbers
speedbudget
April 30, 2009 at 5:49 am (UTC -6)
Ah-ha. I knew I would find it somewhere. Otherwise, the internets are useless. Behold:
I’m very sorry about all this. It’s been a while since I have had to research and write a paper, and I find that I miss that. Anyway, I hope the blameatariat enjoys all this as much as I did.
rootlesscosmo
April 30, 2009 at 9:02 am (UTC -6)
@speedbudget: thanks for the research. Some favorable online reviews of James Lipton’s An Exaltation of Larks say he made some of the terms up, but they don’t say which ones. The “terms of venery” thing and the explanation of this as a doodly practice of making sneering remarks about women, suggest that, behind the pious praise for the “delights” of the English langwidge, there’s some patriarchal nudge-nudge-wink-wink going on here. I blame the usual institution.
Hawise
April 30, 2009 at 1:43 pm (UTC -6)
Beautiful buntings. My dad’s obsessive winter bird feeding has resulted in several large flocks of snow buntings coming to visit, the wild turkeys that graced the stream to come to the house and this year our first Eveneing grosbeaks. The assorted flocks have a definite pecking order and the blue jays are spoiled beyond all reason.
Josquin
May 1, 2009 at 8:46 am (UTC -6)
1.The buntings are beautiful, but I hope the photoshopping wasn’t used to enhance the color. Twisty, I’m depending on you to give me a view of what buntings really look like; goodness knows I wouldn’t see them otherwise in my daily life. I’ve become so distrustful of nature photos these days since so many are altered to give a more dramatic appearance. When it comes to nature photographs, I want to see what IS.
2. Thank you speedbudget! This is very timely – I was just this weekend in a conversation about “terms of venery” as I now know it to be called. All we came up with was “babble of babies” and “tantrum of toddlers.”
Twisty
May 1, 2009 at 1:18 pm (UTC -6)
While I’m down with the whole “just the facts, ma’am” dealio, it is a mistake to look for absolute truth in a photograph of any sort.
PhysioProf
May 1, 2009 at 4:08 pm (UTC -6)
We deal with this issue all the time in scientific photography. There is no photographic process that can even come close to capturing “what IS”, to the extent that “what IS” is a spatially and spectrally continuous array of photons being emitted from the object being photographed. Even the human visual system throws out a huge amount of spectral information, relying as it does on only three photopigments.
The answer that has been arrived at for scientific purposes involves three main principles. (1) Be explicit about how images are captured and about what post-capture pixel manipulations are performed. (2) Within a single image, all pixels must be treated alike. (3) When multiple images are being compared, they must all be treated alike.
speedbudget
May 2, 2009 at 4:59 am (UTC -6)
Dad sent me this article. We keep bees. I found it fascinating, and I thought of all of you.
Bees
Comrade PhysioProf
May 2, 2009 at 6:24 am (UTC -6)
That *is* a fascinating article! Thanks for posting the link, speedbudget!
Josquin
May 2, 2009 at 10:48 am (UTC -6)
Twisty, PhysioProf,
True and helpful statements all around. Heck, our visual cortex creates its own reality with every glance. In a sense, there is no such thing as “color” or “shape”- we create in in our brains. I’ll be perfectly satisfied with PhysioProf’s criteria when it comes to nature photographs. I was thinking more along the lines of adding an extra tonnage of rhinos to a photo, or popping up the color from pale mauve to screaming magenta.
Ron Sullivan
May 2, 2009 at 11:07 am (UTC -6)
I see your point too, Josquin. Let me assure you, though, that there’s no way any mere photo technique can capture the kind of color a bunting bunts, because the color itself is structural—-three-dimensional—-and if it ever gets successfully reproduced on something flat it’d take, oh I dunno, some kind of paint involving refractive glass or prismatic microbeads or something.
Birds like that, or vermilion flycatcher, you look at them and wonder how they got that lit lightbulb up their ass.
Oh. Females of such species are cryptic, not drab. There’s a reason they look like the background veg. They do the incubation.
Of course we all know about raptors, who mostly share such duties and the females of whom are generally bigger than the males. The live webcam on the peregrines nesting on the PG&E building in San Francisco has been eating up my life (and providing a great deal of perspective and consolation) lately. Good example.
Samantha B
May 2, 2009 at 12:50 pm (UTC -6)
I happened upon the website of The Cornell Lab of Ornithology on metafilter today and thought immediately of my favorite spinster aunt/gentleman farmer: http://www.allaboutbirds.org/NetCommunity/Page.aspx?pid=1189
Rugosa
May 2, 2009 at 4:53 pm (UTC -6)
Ah, the indigo bunting! I have lived in Boston for 30+ years. When I was new to the city, there were spots that were still, in modern parlance, “undeveloped.” One such open area I visited regularly to see wildflowers and birds, admire the view, and to pick wild cherries for wine. On two occasions, I spotted male indigo buntings. Those two acres are gone to parking lots and housing development now.
Twisty, enjoy your rurality for as long as you can! And keep taking pictures. Someday, your great-grand-nieces and -nephews won’t have any other record of the wonderful, varied species that once inhabited this sad world.
speedbudget
May 3, 2009 at 7:05 am (UTC -6)
I saw my first indigo bunting yesterday! I did, indeed! Walking the dogs, came around the bend in the track, and there was a brilliantly blue bird sitting on the mimosa tree. All over blue, unlike the blue birds.
I’m so proud of myself for some reason.
Alex
June 11, 2009 at 1:17 pm (UTC -6)
These are absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for posting them.