Cabeza Roja

I was driving down to the Dinosaur Ridge hawkwatch (near Morrison, Colorado) last weekend on highway 93 south of Boulder. There's a pond along the road just north of Golden, and every spring brings a flock of migrant Redheads to the pond for a few weeks. Even though the road is busy, there's a wide paved shoulder and flat grass past that, so I pulled well off, put on my hazzard lights, and settled in to shoot out of my window, using the car as my blind. At first the birds were a bit leery and swam to the far side of the pond, but after about 10 minutes they decided I wasn't a threat and returned to their activities. The morning light was fantastic, and the blue sky reflected in the water beautifully. Many of the Redheads were paired up, with the attendant drake sticking close to his mate. These drakes often held their head high- I don't know if this is to have a better view of potential rivals or if it is a display posture for their mate to see (or both.) This hen was being pursued by several suitors- often quite vigorously! I wonder if her mate fell asleep at the wheel, giving his rivals an opportunity, or if she was still unpaired. Whatever the case, she was getting a lot of attention.
Another cool display the males occasionally did was to throw their heads all the way back, much like Common Goldeneyes do but without their accompanying wheezy peent. The display happens really quickly- this composite of 6 sequential frames happened in one second (I was firing 5 frames per second, so if you count the leftmost image as time 0, each one after that is 1/5 of a second later.)Another snappy motion was the initiation of each dive. I kept trying to get a dive on "film" but mostly got their tails only or a wake in the water- they gave little sign that they were about to dive and my reflexes were having trouble keeping up. I finally got a shot of a drake just entering the water:Then I found this funky image as I was editing my shots- looks like a major contortionist maneuver to get his head over there, doesn't it? Actually, it is one male coming up just as another is diving nearby.A muskrat threaded its way through all of the ducky action, carrying some nice greens back to its den:There were also a few Ring-necked Ducks out on the pond, but they kept to the deeper water in the middle so I couldn't get close-up shots. The light was good enough to see the namesake purplish ring around their neck, though- something I don't often see. Like Red-bellied Woodpecker or Long-billed Dowitcher, the name Ring-necked Duck gives little practical help on pertinent field marks- Ring-billed Duck would be much more apt (and is a nickname given the species by duck hunters.)

Mousies

I was at the Dinosaur Ridge Hawkwatch (near Morrison, Colorado) today, and in addition to the raptors we counted was a Common Raven flying up and down the ridge with something in its bill. On the closest pass I snapped some pics and when I checked them out I saw that it was carrying a mouse. I wonder if it was flying up and down to show off to a mate?

Anyway, it brought two things to mind. First, a few other shots I've taken in the last few months of birds with mice (well, one a real bird and another an eagle sculpture that was livened up a bit with a road-killed mouse.) Second, a poem I remember my dad saying at the dinner table whenever we had some of my mom's spicy pickled green beans, which we called mousie tails:

"Love to eat them mousies
Mousie's what I love to eat.
Bite they little heads off
Nibble on they tiny feet."

-B. Kliban

The Best Bird? The Next Bird.

The 6 words in the title say it all- well, at least they say it all for me as a birder in 6 words. That's the point of the 6-word meme that the Camera Trap Codger tagged me with- thanks, Codger!

Here are the rules (copied from the original blogger who started this):
1. Write your own six word memoir
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere
4. Tag five more blogs with links
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

Who should I tag? How about:

Jeff Gyr Blog
Leica Birding Blog
Brush and Baren
WildBird On The Fly
Woodcreeper

Cinnamon-winged Teal

A cool harbinger of spring arrived a few weeks ago- Boulder's hybrid Blue-winged x Cinnamon Teal is back for at least its 6th year! I first saw and photographed it in 2002 and it has turned up every spring since at Walden Ponds Natural Area. I had some pics and mentioned it in my blog last year but I think I got better shots this time around. It was with a male Cinnamon Teal, and I like the comparative shots. I've never seen the bird alone, which makes me wonder if the clean CITE is always the same bird that has accompanied it, too. I've also seen a female Cinnamon or two with the guys, but this time they were going stag- no hens to be seen. The ability to track a unique individual like this gives a rare insight into the site fidelity of dabblers like this- otherwise, who would know if it was a particular duck returning year after year? (Unless it was color banded, I guess, but even then you would have to catch it out of the water to see the bands.)

Oh, and for you equipment geeks, I was out at Walden trying my new camera body- a Nikon D300 that arrived last Thursday. Looks good so far and the 3" LCD is simply stunning, but I really haven't had the chance to put it through its paces yet. That will all change next week with a big crane and chicken chase in the first part of my spring break. The D2X is needing some maintenance and I can't bear the thought of spring birding without my DSLR at the ready. When I get the D2X body back, I'll be able to keep my big gun (Nikon 200-400 f/4 VR) on one, and my smaller 70-200 f/2.8 VR mounted on the other for flight grabs or wider-angle work. Stay tuned for updates- anyone out there running the D300 have tips for me??

Bird Chick

No, not that Bird Chick... There's a new Great Horned Owl chick at the Valmont owl box- looks like a fuzzy little blob but not for long- these things grow fast. The other egg is still unhatched but should only be a day or two behind the first. Later in the night the proud papa paid a visit and serenaded his family- check out how puffed up his neck is as he hoots: The instinct to keep the chick and its sibling well-fed is kicking right in- no more "down the hatch" when grub comes in for momma. Later in the night, two small rodents (mice?) are stashed and by dawn there's a third ready to go when the chick gets hungry.

Pellet Piles

I was lucky enough to be invited on a Long-eared Owl survey on a private ranch in Eastern Colorado recently. Soon the Long-eareds will be heading off to nest, but they can still be found in communal winter roosts. They like heavy cover- the heavier the better. In much of Colorado, the best cover comes from two invasive plant species- Russian olivie and tamarisk. We checked a tamarisk-choked stretch of a little creek on the ranch, which is tough cover to get through- sometimes even requiring crawling (a fun task while trying to keep a big SLR rig out off the ground.) The best strategy was to look for whitewash and/or pellets under likely roosts, as spotting the birds before they moved back into more cover was very tricky.
In the picture above you can see a pellet pile on the ground beneath a favorite perch. You may also notice whitewash on he branches above the pellets. It appears as though a given owl will use the same perch for a long time- maybe all winter. They perch fairly low- often about eye high. I'm guessing they don't want to be in easy reach of ground-based predators like coyotes or foxes, but not too high, either, where raptors or Great Horned Owls could spot them and pick them off.

Whatever the reason, using the same roosting perch for a long time results in an impressive pile of pellets. Check out this pic, showing the foundation of old, crumbled pellets and the newer pellets on top. A roost like this would provide a great project opportunity for someone wanting to study the types of prey the owls are hunting based on the skeletal remains in the pellets, but I haven't the time or expertise to do so.Getting a clear photo of a Long-eared Owl is a long shot- they inevitably keep branches between themselves and the lens, and often you don't see them at all until they move farther into their roost grove. Plus, we didn't want to push them around too much, opting to extract ourselves once we had a count estimate of the birds (a dozen or so in this roost.) I did manage one shot of a perched bird through some branches, however. Fortunately, due to the remote and private nature of the location, they might not see a human all year except for our brief intrusion. The tight tamerisk keeps cows out and hampers aerial predators, and the population there seems impressive. I wonder how far afield they go at night- with a dozen or more owls in the roost it would seem like there wouldn't be much in the way of rodents left very close.

As we left the grove, one owl came back from a satellite patch of tamerisk to join its buddies in their thick grove. It was being buffeted up and down in the strong prairie wind, but I got a few shots of it that are kind of cool.It is always good to get out into the open country of Colorado's short-grass prairie. This ranch also has cholla cactus patches, favorite haunts of Scaled Quail and Curve-billed Thrasher.
We also got the hairy eye from a coyote. I didn't notice it at the time, but it looks like it got into some tussle and has a wound on its left hip. It moved with the normal fluid grace of the species, sans limp, so I hope it is just a superficial injury. It easily sprang up the bank of an arroyo, took one more reproachful look at us, and disappeared over the bank.I also enjoyed seeing these two mule deer bucks who were eying our group. I wonder how long they will hang onto their antlers before shedding them.

Getting Squirrely

Special delivery at the Valmont Great Horned Owl box last night... Mom polished the whole squirrel off in a couple of minutes. Yum.

Shaking Hands With a Nemesis

Birders have lots of "special" birds. Spark birds are fondly remembered as igniting our interest in birds. Life birds are big in our world for being the first of the species we are privileged to see. We have our year birds, state birds, county birds, or even "photo" birds to declare as they make their way onto whatever lists we may keep. There are birds we need (as in, "Dang- there's an Ivory Gull in South Dakota. I need that!") Some birders may even have their favorite bird, although when I'm asked about mine I can never think of a single one.

Then there's the nemesis bird (or birds.) Nemesis birds are species we need for one of our important lists, but manage to repeatedly dip on (read: "miss") despite reasonable efforts and likelihoods of seeing said bird. To reach nemesis status, a particular bird will disappoint multiple times, often missed by bare minutes or less after plenty of other birders have succeeded on the same chase. I've said it before, but it bears repeating that the worst words a birder can hear are, "you should have been here ____ (minutes, days, or whatever) ago."

Anyway, I only have 5 lists that I really pay attention to for now- my Life, ABA-area (almost the same as my Life List) Photo, Colorado, and Boulder County Lists. I fool around with a yard list, too, but since my yard isn't great for bird diversity I don't get too worked up over it. Anyway, the easiest bird left on my Colorado list was one that gave me a heck of a time until last weekend when I finally shook hands with it in Cañon City, Colorado.

I was down for a Colorado Field Ornithologists meeting, which was held at the venue of our upcoming convention 16-18 May. Before the meeting, Mark Peterson (CFO board member and convention field trip coordinator) squired a few of us around to seek out some good birds that were in the area. One was my state nemesis bird, a Carolina Wren.
When I'm out of the state, I have no trouble seeing and hearing these birds. But in Colorado, they have tormented me with near miss after near miss. For example, a few years ago I missed a singing bird in the northeast part of the state by about 5 minutes, but by the time I showed up it had shut up, not to be seen or heard again for the half-hour or so I tried for it. I missed another in Boulder County on a mid-winter trip I was leading with Ted Floyd- he had it at the front of the group but by the time I caught up it had gone to ground. Double-ouch!! (Missed it for the state and the only county I list in!!) My best bet became Cañon City, which isn't too far and has hosted a territorial male (and perhaps a breeding pair) for a few years now. The first time I went there I had detailed fresh info on the bird's location, got to just the right stretch of the Arkansas River, but had no success. Perhaps the constant gale-force winds had something to do with it. Then, on a new-year's trip to the same spot this past January, I met some of my pals who had just had the bird. Did I get it, within the hour of them? Of course not- that's how nemesis birds work! Anyway, the third time there was a charm, and as we were getting close to the territory we heard it break into song. Shazzam! Walking up, we had nice looks, too, although in Carolina Wren form it kept in branchy cover. So now that Mr. Carolina finally has lost his nemesis status, it is time to work on another one. I don't have a current contender, but a dip or two more on something like American Woodcock or Yellow-throated Vireo could elevate either to my current Colorado nemesis bird.

Have your vole and eat it, too

The Valmont Great Horned Owls are seemingly doing well- I surmise by last night's activity that the female is being kept well-fed by the male. He delivered a plump vole at 8:37 last night, and she didn't just gulp it down right away. Instead, she saved it for most of the night, not eating it until dawn was lighting up the sky at about 6 am. She takes short breaks throughout the night, maybe to sit out on the perch or maybe to stretch her wings a little, but none seem to exceed an hour. Last year, she would leave for hours on end, even in bitterly cold weather, and the first clutch failed. After the eggs were removed, however, she laid more and pulled off a successful, if not late batch of chicks. Perhaps with a year of experience under her belt everything is on track this year.
Not all of the local Great Horneds are on eggs yet, though. I was at the local Wild Bird Center today, and ran into Wendy Stuart, an outstanding bird photographer who has been watching her favorite pair at Walden Ponds Wildlife Habitat in Boulder all spring. The female there is staying near the nest but not incubating yet. Guess there's room for variability in this area depending on the owl in question- Wendy says this pair has laid eggs in March every year she has studied them, this being the fifth.

The Eggs Are Down

Let the owl-camming commence! I haven't been watching the Valmont Power Plant Owl Cam too closely, but the last time I checked (about a week ago), an Owl had been coming and going but I figured there would be a bit of a wait for incubation, since the Great Horned Owls there laid eggs February 24 and 28th last year. The owl abandoned those eggs for some reason, but had another clutch going by March 24 with chicks still in the box in early June.

Now I see that there was an egg already laid this year on February 9, and two are there now, with the female spending most of her time incubating. Papa owl is bringing treats now and then, too- check out the vole (or whatever it is) in the second pic below. All good news- I hope they succeed at their first try this year..
Many of you already know about this cam, but if not you'll find it interesting to know that the nesting box is 260 feet up the side of a retired smoke stack at Xcel Energy's Valmont Station in Boulder, Colorado. The stack overlooks the Valmont Reservoir complex (see above), an Important Bird Area especially known for the wintering waterbirds there that take advantage of the open water created by the warm water discharge of the power plant. The box was placed to attract nesting Peregrine Falcons but has had Great Horned Owls use it for years now instead. On the annual Boulder Bird Club mid-winter trip to the reservoir complex, plant engineer Dave Madonna described the difficult efforts that the owls go through when they fly up heavy prey like rabbits or ducks. It takes them multiple stops on ladders on their smokestack or the other two smokestacks nearby, laboring up until they can finally heave the prey into the box for their voracious chicks. I have commented on it before, but I still get a funny mental image of the chicks going through their branching stage, clinging to the perch outside the box or grabbing the ladder 260 feet off the deck. When they finally decide to go for it and fly out, that must be quite the leap of faith.

Not too light, not too dark, just... intermediate

I found another interesting Red-tailed Hawk last weekend at Cherry Creek State Park in the SE Denver Metroplex. At first glance it had some Rough-legged Hawk traits, particularly the look of a black belly band with dark breast streaking above and lots of white on the head. Getting it scoped, however, quickly dispelled that ID- the bare legs, for example, immediately rule out Rough-legged. I recognized the bird as a Red-tailed Hawk, and suspected it was a Harlan's Hawk (the harlani subspecies that breeds mostly in Alaska and the Yukon.)

The undertail coverts and leg feathering were pretty rufous, and the distal half or so of the tail was pretty reddish, but the base of the tail had the classic mottled gray color of a Harlan's. Also, the belly and breast streaking were blackish, not dark brown of other Red-tails. The goggled look, big-looking eyes and relatively smaller bill, vertical white/black streaking of the breast, and near lack of pale highlights in the scapulars all pointed to Harlan's Hawk as well. Just to be sure, I consulted with some of my pro raptor-id buddies and they agreed that the bird is an intermediate-morph Harlan's Hawk. It seems like some distant calurus (the western Red-tailed subspecies) influence may be present, but then again maybe not- this topic seems tricky and may not be resolvable without DNA analysis. The main thing that seems to confuse people is that Harlan's Hawks can have red in their tails- they just can't have predominantly red tails like adults of most other RT subspecies. I've been birding with folks who immediately write-off a potential Harlan's Hawk because of this, but both Brian Wheeler and Jerry Liguori discuss the eminent possibility of red in Harlan's Hawk tails in their excellent raptor ID books (and in personal email exchanges.)

I'm noticing that if a Harlan's Hawk has red in its tail, it is often more extensive in the outer tail feathers, with the gray going farther out in the middle feathers. (By the way, in any RT subspecies the red is mostly on the top of the tail, not the bottom, so from underneath you won't always see it- the bird in this post shows both the underside and top of the tail for comparison. To get the tail lit up red from underneath, the bird usually needs strong light coming from above- see this bird as an example.) I thought I'd cobble together a little comparative matrix, showing adult light-, intermediate-, and dark-morph Harlan's Hawks perched and in flight. There is essentially an unbroken continuum between the light-morphs and dark-morphs, but I've tried to choose good matches for the end members and a pretty middling intermediate bird. Birds that are more darkish-light, light-intermediate and dark-intermediate, and lightish-dark are out there, too, but I'm not including them in this comparison. You'll note that good, dark Harlan's still have at least a wee bit of white streaking on the breast, something that calurus dark-morphs lack. Also note the cold, blackish steaks on even the light-morph individual, not brownish like on light morphs of other RT subspecies. Maybe I'll do a similar matrix sometime for juveniles, but they largely follow the pattern, differing mainly in eye color and tail pattern.

The Power of Suggestion

Denver-area winter birding spot Cherry Creek Reservoir has been hopping with good birds over the last few days, including reports of 9 species of gulls. The keys at big lakes like Cherry Creek are patience and good glass, and it also doesn't hurt to spend the hours with good birding buddies, either. Having one or more friends around helps a lot with bird spotting as one sifts thousands of Ring-billed and Herring Gulls for the goodies, and helps to pass the time during lulls (like yesterday, when nearly all of the gulls departed for a couple of hours in mid-afternoon.)

Another bird of note at Cherry Creek has been a juvenile swan. Swans can be deceptively tough to ID when you don't have up-close field guide looks at adults. The open patch of water that has been the base of operations for this bird is about 500 meters out from shore, and often the air gets quite distorted over the ice. As if that wasn't enough of a problem, young swans don't develop some of the most important field marks until they mature- things like the shape of their bill or the shape of the junction with the bill and forehead can be unpredictably out of whack on first-winter birds. Lots of indicators pointed to Tundra Swan, including black legs and a concave upper bill edge. So for a couple of days, the RBA and state list serve were reporting it as such. Yesterday, though, a competing ID theory developed with its own supporters pointing out features like the immense size, all-dark lores, and long neck as indicative of Trumpeter Swan.

I didn't arrive until about noon, and soon got onto the swan, which was standing near and completely dwarfing a Canada Goose (a large subspecies, too- not a lesser Canada Goose.) The bird stretched, craning its neck, which was amazingly long. Seeing this for myself, and with the arguments for Trumpeter fresh in my mind, I had no problem agreeing with the call- Tundra would be bigger than a Canada Goose but not that big. Throughout much of the afternoon I happily shared my scope with other birders and casual passers-by, telling them it was a young Trumpeter Swan.

How wrong I was.

So were the Tundra Swan folks right? Nope.



You see, Trumpeter and Tundra Swans are the only species on the state list, and we all fell into the trap of trying to make the bird one or the other. But while I was happily pointing out the bird to folks, Bill Maynard had gone home and was studying his digiscoped pictures to try and settle the issue. His conclusion was that the bird was a young Mute Swan, which explained the seeming contradiction of field marks. Coincidentally, just after he posted his thoughts to the state list, Mike Freiberg and I were photographing the bird as it flew over us, heading off beyond the dam for about ten minutes before thinking better of the sojourn and flying back to its hangout in the middle of the lake. I didn't look at the photos at all, though, until my dad called me to tell me about Bill Maynard's post. Mike and I grabbed our Nikons and zoomed in on the flight shots, and essentially smacked our foreheads with the realization that it indeed was a Mute Swan.

So what are some things that I take away from the experience?
• This is an example of why the birding lifestyle is cool- healthy, friendly ID debates and sometimes surprising resolutions.
• A great example of seeing what one expects to see instead of seeing what one is actually seeing.
• A reminder to keep the mind open to possibilities beyond the expected, particularly when a bird isn't quite "right."

So at this point I hand it off to the Colorado Bird Records Committee. I don't think there will be any debate about the ID, but with people around the country keeping Mute Swans in their ponds, the provenance of the bird will be debatable. On the other hand, established wild populations of this Eurasian species exist up and down the East Coast and through the Great Lakes, and perhaps in Missouri and Montana as well, so making the flight to Colorado from one of these wild populations wouldn't be too much of a stretch for such a bird. It doesn't show obvious signs of aviculture (like a band or clipped or oddly worn wing feathers), but not all waterfowl enthusiasts band their birds, I suppose. Whatever the eventual verdict, it is a very interesting bird and sure to generate much more discussion before the whole episode is over.

Well, the 4th quarter of Super Bowl XLII just got underway with a punt by the Patriots- neither team is doing much offensively and the score is New England 7, New York 3. Why mention the Super Bowl on a birding blog, you ask? Because of the schweet bird-themed FedEx ad featuring giant carrier pigeons. Gotta love it when a company pulls out all the stops like this. Check it out:

Running Across an Old Friend

My little birding buddy Garrett & I hit the trail today in search of an Iceland Gull that's been bopping around Boulder County. My dad & I saw it for a few minutes yesterday, but it got real camera shy and departed as soon as I began training my digiscoping rig onto it. How do birds know when you're about to photograph them? It sat there calmly enough while we were just looking at it...

Anyway, Garrett will have to wait for another chance at his ICGU lifer since it didn't show during our time looking. Not all was lost, though, as we found this inky dark-morph calurus Red-tailed Hawk on our way home. It was at the exact same location where I saw it last winter holding court on a power line along 95th and Valmont east of Boulder. I'm positive it is the same bird, as dark-morph birds like this are really scarce. It would be just too much of a coincidence to have another at the same spot. Needless to say, I was pretty excited to see the bird again- I get pretty geeked about dark buteos (in case you haven't noticed.) My excitement grew when the bird decided to stay put as I pulled off on the shoulder of the road instead of bolting directly away. When it finally launched it flew parallel to the road north of me, keeping in good light and in profile. A clear blue sky would have been peachy, but I'm not complaining! I guess this unusual exhibition of cooperation is a bit of payback for all of the birds that fly straight away at their first inkling that I'm slowing down to look at them.

I got some shots I really liked of the bird last winter, but this time the light was a lot better for the perched shots, and I got a series of flight shots showing the deep red upper tail surface (aka the deck.) Even really dark Harlan's Red-tailed Hawks wouldn't have a complete red deck like this. Although they can have some red in their tails, if present it is usually near the base and the rest of the deck is banded grayish white. A Harlan's would also have at least a few white streaks on its breast.