Upo Wetland - Birds

Birds

Winter Migratory Birds Summer Migratory Birds
Winter migratory birds comprise the greatest portion among migratory birds in the wetland throughout the year. Winter migratory birds fly South in October to avoid the severe cold weather after breeding in Arctic Regions, like Siberia, during the Fall and Winter months. In Upo, birds designated as natural treasures can be easily found. Winter migratory birds include the White Stork, Eurasian Spoonbill, Crane, Swan and spectacled teal. In spring, Common Indian Kingfishers, Gallinules, White Herons, White-Plumed Egrets, Common Herons, etc., fly to Upo Wetland from the south to feed on the bountiful food and rely on Upo’s warming climate for ideal breeding conditions. Recently, more and more White-plumed Egrets and Common Herons are found nesting in Upo Wetland and its nearby area.

Sedentary Birds:Throughout the year a number of species remain in the wetland. Birds like the Long-tailed Tit, Titmouse, Flycatcher, Wild Pigeon and Magpie all stay throughout the year. Also it has been witnessed that occasionally some of the Summer and Winter Migratory birds turned to sedentary birds due to the favorable conditions of Upo.

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