Pacific Crest Trail

On a long weekend trip to Eugene with Cyndi we had the good fortune and pleasure of camping in the mountains.  The first morning we woke up and walked on a Forest Service road that was well off the beaten path.  We were rewarded with views of an incredible trillium and a Life Bird, the Hermit Warbler.

Trillium ovatum

Flowering Currant

Ribes sanguineum

Hermit Warbler

Setophaga occidentalis

On the second morning, we awoke next to the Pacific Crest Trail.  Cyndi on the Pacific Crest Trail.

The lichens were hanging densely off every available branch.

We saw this beautiful butterfly with deeply serrated wing shapes.  It is a Hoary Comma butterfly, Polygonia gracilis.  It is called by a few different names over its range.  Some call it a Hoary Angelwing.  This is one of the few North American butterflies that hibernate during the winter and wake up in the spring to feed and lay eggs.

We photographed a number of pollinators.  This interesting fly with a long proboscis was probing the Manzanita.

North Cascades National Park

This year Cyndi and I drove to North Cascades National Park.  On the way there we saw this Eastern Kingbird, in northern Idaho.

We camped in the Cascades, and this Swainson's Thrush was one of many heard calling in the morning.

There were many Townsend's Warblers.

This was the view from our tent.

Diablo Lake, really a reservoir behind a dam, gains its interesting color from the fine suspended sediments called glacial flour.

Maine warblers and other birds

Cyndi and I took a trip to Maine in July, to visit my parents, eat some lobster, and see the Atlantic Ocean.

There are many icons that make me think of Maine.

The Black-capped Chickadee is the state bird, so it is near the top of my list.

Blueberry fields abound in Maine. I even raked blueberries once long ago to earn some extra money, when I was in high school. They're harvested with a tool that is a bit like a scoop with tines, called a rake.

Every morning before sunrise we were awakened by birdsong, and getting out of bed was always rewarded with wonderful views of warblers and other birds in the yard.

Here is a Magnolia Warbler.

This one is a Brown Creeper.

Here's Cyndi sneaking up to view the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker that is feeding in the locust trees. My mother grew those beautiful sunflowers, and behind Cyndi is a tangle of thornless raspberry bushes.

The raspberries were ripe!

Here's the Yellow-bellied Sapsucker, hard at work making a new row of holes to allow the tree sap to flow. The sap is sticky and attracts insects. I think the sapsucker eats both the sap and the insects. You can see a previous row of holes, with white sap, near the bottom left of the picture.

This Leopard Frog was living in the garden.

The call of the Red-breasted Nuthatch could be frequently heard.

Both the above photos are Northern Parula. They sure are colorful.

The Black-and-white Warbler, like a Nuthatch, will often go headfirst down a tree or branch.

Though not brightly colored, the Black-and-white Warbler is very elegant and beautiful.

I suppose this one, though a bit distant, is one of my favorites. An adult Blackburnian Warbler is feeding the juvenile.

Labor Day Celebration

On Saturday Cyndi and I took a drive to the foothills and mountains. I enjoyed seeing this Mountain Hollyhock, a tall wildflower that grows in the mountains.

Many mushrooms were pushing up through the forest floor, perhaps due to a rainstorm last week that watered them.

And, of course, we saw some birds! This warbler was tricky to identify, but the yellow throat and complete eye ring suggest it is a Nashville Warbler.

weekend birding

I went camping with my friend Cyndi last weekend, at about 7,200 feet elevation in the mountains of central Idaho. On the way there we stopped at a couple of spots to look for birds. At the first place, a Red-eyed Vireo had been heard calling earlier in the year, but today there were dozens of Black-billed Magpies talking among themselves in a most unusual voice.

At the second stop Great Gray Owls had been heard and seen at dusk, but it was nowhere near dusk when we stopped and no owls were around. There was a Swainson's Hawk circling overhead, and he dove down to the nearby field, but took off again empty-handed to search for rodents elsewhere.

Our camping destination was Summit Lake, in Valley County, Idaho. We found there had been forest fires in recent years past, so the area had a most unusual appearance at the boundary of the green unburned forest and the gray and black moonscape that was slowly being revegetated with seedlings and wildflowers.

I did swim in this lake, and for a mountain lake the water was fairly warm.

I knew that in an area burned by fire, the peeling bark provides insect-rich environments sought out by two kinds of woodpeckers, the Black-backed and American Three-toed. When I saw this bird, I incorrectly assumed it was a Hairy Woodpecker, but after looking at the photo I see it has a speckled chest suggesting it is an American Three-toed Woodpecker.

I was fascinated by the beauty of the sunset light on the water and the wind created ripples that reminded me of impressionist paintings.

Pearly Everlasting seemed to be one of the first flowers to return to the burned area.

This graceful grass was found near the edge of Summit Lake.

Goldenrod was in bloom there, too.

The ground cover was composed of many Grouse Whortleberries. I was told these were food for grouse, which is how they came by their name. They're tasty to humans, too, but rather small.

It was getting toward dusk, and the light was nearly gone as we headed back to the campsite. By the side of the trail this grouse sat quietly. I tried to hand-hold the camera for a one-second exposure, which by all measures would be considered impossible. I did try to wedge it against a tree, but even the movement of the bird became a factor.

The bright red above the eye suggests this is a Spruce Grouse ... the first member of this species I have ever seen. I turned on the camera's flash and sat down on the ground.

As Cyndi photographed it, the bird grazed its way right past me, almost close enough to touch. I don't know that I can convince myself that grouse hunting is in any way "sporting." I imagine it must be a lot like hunting chickens.

The next morning, in the same area, we found four more grouse, a mother (in back) and three young ones. Again, hunting them would not have been difficult. I presumed these were more Spruce Grouse, but one person suggested they are Dusky Grouse. Any comments are welcomed. The females and young are harder to identify than the adult males.

That night as the campfire died out and the air grew chilly I felt a sudden breeze in the still night air. "Did you see that," asked Cyndi. I thought maybe there was a dust devil or something ... but it was very dark and I had seen nothing. An owl had just flown over my head and was now breaking twigs overhead as it moved about in the evergreen tree. Though we looked with flashlights, no owl could be seen, so what kind it was will remain a mystery.

I stayed up too late talking, and it might have been nice to sleep in, but the loud knocking of a woodpecker roused me at daybreak. Who can sleep with that racket ... and with the possibility of an American Three-toed Woodpecker overhead?

It was a hazy day, but a wonderful temperature as we sat on a log by the stream and drank hot coffee. A mixed flock of chickadees, nuthatches and warblers moved through the area and we were surrounded by the wonderful calls and colors of this mass of birds. I saw three kinds of warblers: Townsend's, Macgillivray's and Wilson's in their bright yellow colors. I could hardly focus either the camera or binoculars before they hopped to another branch and my neck was soon sore from staring upward as the birds stared down at me.

This is the Townsend's Warbler. The light was dim, so the image is rather soft, but still the best photo I've been able to get so far (and only the second time I've seen them).

The Mountain Chickadee made up the majority of this "gang" of birds, and there were dozens in the trees and shrubs.

There were both Ruby-crowned and Golden-crowned Kinglets, and the young ones were foraging with the flock. It was neat to see the cute, fuzzy young kinglets growing into their adult feathers.

A silent flock of five Gray Jays glided through the campground and then moved on.

The Red-breasted Nuthatches were plentiful and curious.

I was about to delete this photo, below, of the nuthatch. After all, the one above is so much nicer ... better light, more colorful, fancier face. Say, why is this one so drab? Is it a female or juvenile? I looked it up, and both male and female Red-breasted Nuthatches have the white supercillium (line above the eye). But, the Pygmy Nuthatch looks exactly like this little bird!

I'm so glad I didn't quickly delete this photo. It is the final nuthatch species I had been seeking!

Here's another perspective. Things are really looking up now.

What a very nice weekend. Swimming, camping, a cookout over the fire, and three new Life Birds with photos of them all. (And, I didn't even know about two of them until I looked at my photos ... the little guys can be far away and very active ... so the camera really helps with learning about birds.)