A Rumor in the Air: The Story of the New York State Bird
by Eugene Kinkead
New York, the aggressive forerunner in so many ways, was the last state in the Union to acquire an official state bird,
and it was not until May 18, 1970, that Governor Rockefeller signed a bill elevating the eastern blurbird (Sialia sialis)
to a select group of twenty-nine species representing the fourty-nine states. Seven eastern states share the cardinal,
the bird most heavily favored; six western states have the meadowlark; and five in dixie claim the mockingbird.
New York shares the eastern bluebird with Missouri. A second bluebird, the mountain bluebird, is the choice of
another pair of states - Idaho and Nevada. There is no confusing the two birds, however. The eastern bluebird
is a lowland dweller with a reddish breast and a cheery warble, while the mountain bluebird stays at altitudes greater
than a mile and is, except at dawn, a remarkably silent creature.
State birds are usually selected for their historical associations, economic value, beauty of song. Alabama, for example,
chose the flicker because its yellow, black, and red feathers were the colors worn into battle by various of the state's
contingents in the Civil War. Utah's California gull rendered crucial service to the earliest Mormon settlers during
the first spring after their arrival; it devoured hordes of locusts that were eating the first crop of grain as it
sprouted. And South Dakota's ring-necked pheasant - not a native, in fact, but a bird of Asiatic origin - annually
draws to the state thousands of hunters, who leave there large quantities of money.
Ordinarily, state birds are adopted by acts of legislatures, or gubernatorial proclamation. A few, however, have
become official by tradition or other means. The brown pelican, the largest state bird, whose wingspread can be
an awesome nine feet, is considered Louisiana's state bird because it adorns the state seal, approved in 1902.
This is also the method by which the bald eagle has become to be the official bird of the United States.
In 1782, Congress voted to put the eagle in the country's great seal.
Action on state birds has typically been initiated by a state's Federation of Women's Clubs, aided and abetted
by conservation groups and public school authorities. The nineteen-twenties and thirties were an especially
active time - thanks in large measure to Mrs. Katherine B. Tipperrs, of the General Federation of Women's Clubs,
in Washington D.C. At her suggestion, women's clubs in states lacking an official bird placed the names of
favorite birds on informal ballots, which were distributed as widely as possible, particular attention being
paid to the schools. "The staqte bird itself is really less important than the thought and discussion involved in the selection," Mrs. Tippetts has said.
A number of states had already set aside a Bird Day for avian study and appreciation, and the state-bird vote
was announced on Bird Day.
New York's first Bird Day was on April 2, 1915, an occasion that in due course (as environmental study broadened) was
incorporated into Arbor Day and Wildlife Day, and in recent years has become simply Conservation Day.
On April 13, 1928 - that year's Bird Day - it was revealed that the bluebird had won an informal referendum held
under the direction of Mrs. Charles Cyrus Marshall, of the New York State Federation of Women's Clubs. RUnner-up was
the robin, honored today as the state bird of Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin. Official action usually follows
the popular vote within a year or so, but the bluebird languished as New York's unofficial bird for forty-two years,
the longest unofficial-state-bird tenure on record. A decisive move to correct this situation was made in the
spring of 1969, when Mr. and Mrs. Allen Chrsitopher, of Marathon, in Cortland County - excellant bluebird terrain - asked
their assemblyman, George M. Michaels, of Auburn, to do something aout getting legislation passed to make the
bluebird's status official. Mrs. Christopher and her husband, who run a home-and-garden-supply store, are active
amateur ornithologists and had just attended a convention of the Federation of Bird Clubs of the State of New York, held
in Marathon, where the long-standing neglect of the bluebird had been noted with more than a little asperity.
Michaels explained that it was too late to introduce a bill in 1969, but promised to do so the following year.
True to his word, at the next session Michaels set the machinery in motion, In the Senate, he got Senator Tarky Lombardi,
of Syracuse, to handle the bill, which became S.6245. It was passed on February 18th, bu a vote of forty-nine ayes and no nays, seven senators being
absent or excused. Final legislation took place on March 2nd in the Assembly. Mr. and Mrs. CHristopher has seats in the
chamber when Michaels,wearing a bluebird pin on his label, rose to intorduce the measure. At first, he had
difficulty making himself heard over a barrage of cheeps and twitters from both sides of the aisle. but. having
surmounted this difficulty, Michaels launched into his endorsement and, to applause from the chamber, introduced
Mrs. Christopher, noting that three of her forebears had served in the Assembly. "Ladies and gentlemen," Michaels said,
"in order to make Mrs. Christopher's hapiness complete, I implore you to give this bill your unanimous support."
All did not go quite as smoothly as it had in the Senate, however. An opponent materialized. Seymour Posner, Democrat of the Bronx,
rose and said, "Mr. Speaker, I have some misgivings about the particular bill." He pointed out that city dwellers,
of which he was one, knew the sparrow and knew the pigeon. "But I think it is premature to talk about the bluebird," he said,
"because, very frankly, the bluebird is not a bird that is well knwown. Who has seen a blue jay - bluebird, whatever
they are - who has ever seen a bluebird except on greeting cards, and people who live in rural America? People
who live in the lower East Side and West Side and North Side and South Side - how are we going to go along with a bird
we never saw?" Despite Posner's antagonism, however, the bill passed - a hundred and fourty-four to one - and in
due course was sent along to the governor. Those present two months later at the signing report that he affixed
his signature rapidly, with no outward show of emotion.
Assemblyman Posner had a point. It is, as a matter of fact, highly unlikely that most people who live in this city
will ever see a bluebird, unless they journey to the American Museum of Natural History, where there is a mounted
specimen of our state bird in a display entitled "Birds of the New York Area." The reason a city dweller and a bluebird
are unlikely to meet is a matter of habitat. City residents tolerate crowding, noise, pollution, and the substitution
of concrete for greenery. The bluebird, which is slightly larger than a sparrow and has a poor, round-shouldered
posture when perching, prefers quiet and rural surroundings. It is, in effect, a bird of another era. In the vanished
Currier & Ives landscape of an America of long ago, when the ice was going from the lake and patches of snow
still lay in the forest the bluebird was one of the first to greet the plowmen venturing into their fields.
A nineteen-century poet described its coming as " a rumor in the air for two or three days befire it takes visible shape."
Its back the purest blue, matching the cloudless sjy, its red-brown breast the color of the awakening earth, the bluebird
was the gentle symbol of spring for a gentler land. Three hundred and fifty years ago, it reminded the Pilgrims
of the chunky robin redbreaqst they had left behind in England, and they called it the blue robin.
Central Park in autumn used to provide a good chance of glimpsing a bluebird in Manhatten. Fairly sizable numbers
on occasion were seen there migrating southward on soft, sunny days. (Hence the expression "bluebird weather")
In the spring,blueburds migrate farther to the west and were rarely seen in Central Park. They cannot be called common
anywhere these days, and they have been put on the Audobon Society's "Blue List" of birds whose future seems
endangered. Drastic scarcity was authoritatively noted in the winter of 1961-62 by Dr. Douglas James, of the
University of Arkansas, perhaps the country's foremost bluebird scholar. He wrote that the abundance then was less
that twenty per cent of normal, the lowest ever recorded in the annual nationwide Christmas bird Census of the
Audobon Society. (Most bluebirds fly south in winter, but quite a few have normally been observed right through the winter
in all but the most northerly areas in this country and Canada.) The severity of several wintersw and cold early-spring
storms in the Northeast along the migration routesw during this period had apparently wiped out the last bluebirds
known to nest in New York City. Before that, several pairs had regularily raised young each year in the woods
of La Tourette Park, in the center of Staten Island, the adults cruising out over its golf course for insects,
which they took either on the ground or on the wing. (Army worms, tent caterpillars, cutworms, and other pests
are staples of their diet.) Bluebirds once nested in Central Park, but RIchard Edes Harrison, the cartographer
and conservationist, cannot recall any Manhatten nesters in the thirty years or more he has been birding here.
Nor have any been spotted recently by members of the Linnaean Society in any of the other boroughs.
John Bull, of the staff of the American Museum of Natural History, compiler of the authoritative "Birds of the New York Area,"
agress with this assessment.
Editor's Note: This article was excerpted from a larger article with the same title and appeared in the
New Yorker magazine (December 24, 1973). We thank the New Yorker for granting permission to reprint it.
It should be noted that Mr. Kinkead undertook many trips to locate the elusive bluebird and finally discovered a pair in
Chappaqua. He writes,
The pair may still be there. I well remember, during my winters in Chappaqua, looking out on sunny days after
heavy snows, when dripping icicles hung from gutters on my house and seeing flocks of four or six bluebirds
hover and daintily sip the water drops hanging at the ends of the crystal spears. The quick fluttering of
bright blue and red against the piled white snow were a delight.
Web Master's Note: The above article was printed in NABS Sialia, Winter 1980.