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Monday, November 2, 2015

Malheur NWR: Day 2

The rainy and cloudy days of late this fall season have us reminiscing of the sunny days of late spring/early summer. After a full first day at Malheur NWR, we were rested and ready to hit the country roads again in search of what other awesome things we could find. 


Brewer's Blackbird

Female Yellow-Headed Blackbird

We awoke to the haunting, mechanical sounds of the Yellow-Headed Blackbirds. And as we stepped out of our teepee to enjoy our cold, quick breakfast before heading out, we noticed some movement in the hot springs pond behind us. There were two lovely American Avocets lurking in the foggy mist blanketing the pond. We gazed upon them as they elegantly swished there slender up-turned bills to and fro in search of food.







We were already off to a great start and couldn’t wait to get out and really get our marathon birding in. Once again, Highway 205 gave us some cool birds on our drive to the refuge headquarters. Using our car as a moving blind, we were able to get some nice up close views of Willets and a Long-Billed Curlew out in the fields along the road. I never cease to be impressed by their long, curved bills that could seem so cumbersome, but yet is wielded with such poise. 

Willet

Long-Billed Curlew

As we continued to drive, we halted suddenly and kicked it in reverse when we came upon quite a sight. Not only did we see two statuesque Sandhill Cranes, but they were in the middle of a confrontation with a nearby coyote! One of the cranes lifted and stretched out his wings, making himself appear larger and quite intimidating as he approached the coyote head on. The coyote didn’t appear to be afraid, but did seem to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to be worth the fight to take on these large birds. He casually kept walking in the direction of the cranes – the two parties agreeing to go on about their business. Amazing.

The confrontation. The coyote contemplates his next move with his tongue sticking out.

The Sandhill Crane's wings widen.

The negotiation.

The final resolution as they part ways.

When we go to Malheur NWR headquarters, we were greeted by a number of sunny little Yellow Warblers. The feeders again hosted lovely male Black-headed Grosbeaks. 

Watch out for swallows on the bridge!

Yellow Warbler

Black-headed Grosbeak

Red-winged Blackbird

We headed back to the water to see what we could see. Before we got to the blind, a handsome Lark Sparrow stopped us in our tracks as he hopped just feet away from us on the ground, allowing for nice views of his stunning plumage. Once back at the water, the Black Terns again dazzled us with their dapperness and smooth, gliding flight.

Lark Sparrow

Black Tern - under

Black Tern - over

Two Black Terns hanging out on a log

As we walked around the grounds of the headquarters a bit more, we heard and caught sight of a couple of Cassin’s and quite a number of Warbling Vireos. However, what stole the show were a couple of stealthy birds that were actually quite visible. A Common Nighthawk perched on a branch, sleeping the day away and only casually opening his eyes every once in a while as crowds were gathering to gawk at him. (And I do mean crowds. This place was like birder Disneyland!) 

Warbling Vireo

Cabbage White on Lilacs

Common Nighthawk

We moved on just a little bit farther down the path to find another crowd forming to view a Great Horned Owl that was nesting in a tower on top of a hill. Even one of the fuzzball babies made an appearance later on taking a look at all the fuss of birders.

Great-horned Owl

Mountain Cottontail

We continued on our way to check out some new spots around the refuge, including P Ranch where we saw a very uncommon Least Flycatcher that had previously been spotted. It did its distinctive “che-bek” call. We also picked up our first state Bobolinks there! 

Mourning Cloak

Black-tailed or Mule Deer

Abandoned Swallow nest under a low foot bridge

We then moved on to Page Springs Campground and were inundated with half a dozen Yellow-breasted Chats! This was quite unusual, for us anyway, as we usually only see (or hear) one, maybe two, in one place. It was otherwise pretty quiet there, so we started making our way back to our home base, making what we thought might be some quick pit stops.

Yellow-Breasted Chat

House Wren

Likely a Montane Vole? Or maybe Long-Tailed Vole?

We had heard that there were sightings for Short-Eared Owls in a field just off what was called “The Narrows.” We staked out the area for quite some time, enjoying the sights of some Say’s Phoebe. We were close to giving up after about 30 minutes of scanning the large open fields with no luck. But then, we saw our target bird! A Short-Eared Owl glided like a Northern Harrier over the grassland in search of prey as dusk was coming upon us. Whenever it would land, it seemed to just disappear in the tall grass. But for a few heavenly moments, it landed on a perch just above the grass line. It was a glorious 5 minutes or so as we looked so intently on this beautiful owl that we had only previously seen in the dead of night with a flashlight.

Say's Phoebe



We just couldn’t tear ourselves away watching this gorgeous owl through our scope. And just as we were feeling so fulfilled by this sighting, a Long-Eared Owl decided to join in the game… Incredible! This was also a lifer for us, so we lingered even longer as the light faded because this was just too amazing to step away from. They seemed to be content circling in their own patches of the grassland, but at one point, they did come face-to-face in a little, very short-lived tussle.

Short-Eared Owl

White Pelican flock

It was getting darker by the minute, so we decided it was finally time to jet to get back to our teepee to revel in another amazing day at the refuge. Malheur had other plans for us, though. We stopped at a tiny little pond in front of a large group of very loud cattle to find 36 Wilson’s Phalaropes swirling and whirling away! They not only fed upon whatever was in the water, but they would also look up and snap their bills at the bugs flying around them, catching them like Mr. Miyagi with flies. These gorgeous birds were in their full breeding plumage that we could barely appreciate as darkness was coming upon us and we were pushing the light-gathering capabilities of our optics to the max. Finally, it was time to go, but what a way to end the day!

Wilson's Phalarope

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Malheur NWR: Day 1

This past Memorial Day, we made the pilgrimage east to Malheur NWR to see what all the fuss is about. The birding in this part of Oregon gets nothing but rave reviews from anyone you might care to ask, and you can count us among the converted after spending four intense and exhausting days turning up lifers, state birds, and great looks almost nonstop. And we weren't the only ones: all up and down Highway 205 cars were pulled over to the roadside with binoculars poking out of the windows. Nearly everyone driving along was liable to pull up and ask what we were seeing. Why can't life always be like this?!

Our first intended stop of the morning was to be the refuge headquarters, but we were so distracted by all the Sandhill Cranes and Long-billed Curlews on the way, that we didn't make it there until after 7am. The very second we stepped out of the car, a Swainson's Hawk flew overhead and landed at the edge of the parking lot. So, by 7:10 Malheur had already secured our everlasting affection. By the time we left, we'd score another great encounter with the Swainson's and its mate… or should I say that the Swainson's Hawks were the ones that scored.

Swainson's Hawk


Yellow Warbler

Black-chinned Hummingbirds were super active at the hummingbird feeders just a few feet off the patio. During our brief stop in Phoenix last year we left a female hummingbird unidentified, which, if I had to guess, was probably a Black-chinned. But there was no guessing involved at Malheur, and while Calliope had been reported within the last week we would have to content ourselves with only one lifer hummingbird, knowing that we'd make up for it in Honduras in another two weeks.

Black-chinned Hummingbird




There was plenty of drama around the feeders. Even if there were more than enough perches to go around, one of the male Black-chins wasn't going to let any other bird drink from HIS nectar if he had anything to say about it.






Other feeder birds like Evening and Black-headed Grosbeaks were going to town on the sunflower seeds and probably spilling nearly as many as they ate. At another feeder station, Yellow-headed and Red-winged Blackbirds were doing their share of damage as well.

Evening Grosbeak (male)

Evening Grosbeak (female)

Black-headed Grosbeak



Red-winged and Yellow-headed Blackbirds

Bullock's Oriole


The main beneficiaries of all this spillage were the Belding's Ground Squirrels, which are normally tiny and cute -- and some of them were. Others were monstrously huge, so big that we figured they had to be some other species (baby marmots?). Nope, just morbidly obese ground squirrels.

A cute, typical Belding's Ground Squirrel


Belding's Ground-squirrel on a high protein diet


Black-tailed Jackrabbit

Down by the water was an assortment of swallows, and a number of beautiful Black Terns looking sharp in their breeding plumage, much nicer than the mostly basic plumaged birds we would occasionally see in Florida. The headquarters wasn't overflowing with ducks, but a quartet of Redheads were a nice surprise.

Black Tern




Barn Swallow

Redheads

From the headquarters we drove over to the field station. Cliff Swallows were ubiquitous, and were busy building their mud nests. Swallows from all around the station were collecting from just a couple of mud puddles, making neat little clumps in their bills, and taking the greatest care not to dirty their wings in the slightest.

Cliff Swallows gathering mud


California Quail



On the way out we watched a huge pale hawk land on the ground. This juvenile didn't have its rusty leggings yet, but it had all of the menacing that you'd expect from a bird of prey that size. This was our lifer Ferruginous Hawk, but we'd see more before the trip (or day) was through.

Ferruginous Hawk

Next we stopped at Diamond Craters, where we hoped finally we'd cross paths with some of the sagebrush species we'd been looking forward to. Sure enough, we found our lifer Sage Thrasher, and a Brewer's Sparrow, but only one of each, and overall the park was pretty quiet. We still managed to have ourselves quite a lark, though -- as in, there were plenty of Horned Larks, Lark Sparrows, and Western Meadowlarks. The Horned Larks must be suicidal, because we only ever found them after they landed directly in from of the moving car.

Sage Thrasher

Horned Lark


There were some awesome non-birds around Diamond Craters, too. Of all non-birds, we most wanted to see Pronghorn, which turned out to be super easy, and they milled around the side of the highway, pretty closely, as we drove in the night before. Unfortunately, there weren't any good places to pull over, and I only really got to watch them out of my periphery while we passed them at 70 mph. We didn't get our best looks at Diamond Craters, but we did get the only picture of one we managed the whole trip. We also saw a pretty roughed-up looking Racer. I don't know if it had been hit by a car, but it was writhing and had an eye out of its socket, poor thing.

Pronghorn

Racer


We took Ruh-Red Rd. back to the campsite where there were a ton more Sage Thrashers (that's more like it!). And then began a cavalcade of epic raptors, up close. We passed one of our left, and a second later was able to process what it was. I reversed and angled the car across the dirt road so Maureen could snap away at the closest we will ever be to a Juvenile Swainson's Hawk.

baby Sage Thrasher

Western Meadowlark


Western Kingbird

Juvenile Swainson's Hawk


Back out onto Steens Hwy, and an adult Ferruginous Hawk was perched right across from us on a telephone pole. We pulled over, and were basking in its presence… until another car pulled up alongside asking if we needed help, which was more than the hawk could tolerate. Let that be a lesson, everyone: never try to help people! Lastly, a Golden Eagle, on another telephone pole, just a quarter mile farther down. Man, this place was chock full of raptors!

Ferruginous Hawk


Home, sweet home. While we were in Malheur we stayed in a teepee… with a hot tub inside