Showing posts with label Ferruginous Hawk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ferruginous Hawk. Show all posts

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Final Day in Malheur

I’m finally going to take you back for the final installment of our trip to Malheur NWR from back in April. The day started with a fiery, glowy sunrise. We got some sweet light looks at a Willet and American Avocets in a little pond, as well as a Red-Tailed Hawk that flew alongside the car as we drove by at the same pace with the camera poking out the window. 






We had been having a blast with our lens rental (which we have since purchased!), and this day was highlighted by more American Avocets. These birds are usually very distant, including during the previous days of this trip. But these few individuals were VERY accommodating and allowed us to get these beautiful shots.

Did you know that a more upturned bill indicates females? 


Love seeing that delicate upturned bill just slightly open. 

Aren’t these birds just amazingly gorgeous? I love seeing these graceful birds in their beautiful breeding plumage. Well, just take a look for yourselves and relish along with us. 

That tiny water droplet...

Look at those grey legs! And notice the straighter bill on this one. 

Someone got a nice, juicy worm snack! Yum!

Not far from these guys were the also lovely Black-Necked Stilts. We used to see these guys so super close back in our South Florida days, so it was nice to once again see these beauties so near. Can’t get enough of those bright red legs!






Using the car as a mobile blind works so well with a place like Malheur. This place is like a giant safari park, but with native birds being the subjects of adoration, with the occasional fun mammal. We’ve gotten our best looks of Horned Lark here. Their little “horns” always crack me up. They can never look like they are not up to something mischievous.




Two out of the two times we’ve been to Malheur, we have had fantastic looks at another mischievous-looking bird, perhaps even devious-looking – Ferruginous Hawk. His wide, sly, yellow smile looks like he is surely up to no good. But who couldn’t fall for his devilish charm and handsome good looks?



As we made our last rounds on the farm roads of Malheur, we stopped by a lush little pond rattling with the demonic sounds of Yellow-Headed blackbirds. In the pond itself were a few ducks and other floating little baubles. 

Looking like such a bad@$$ on that barbed wire


Northern Pintail

And looking more closely, we saw that those baubles were a group of handsome Horned Grebes! We are so used to seeing these guys in non-breeding plumage that it was so striking to see them now outfitted in bold black, rufous, and gold. We also got a nice farewell look at a statuesque Sandhill Crane.





On the way back home, we popped over to the town of Sisters for our routine check-in at the Best Western there – not to stay, but to check our their feeders butting up against the Deschutes National Forest. We saw the usual suspects – Pygmy Nuthatch and White-Headed Woodpecker, which I never get tired of seeing. 

View of the Three Sisters Mountains

Pygmy Nuthatch



White-Headed Woodpecker

We then had a very strange Pinyon Jay encounter. We very rarely have seen Pinyon Jays, and when we have, it’s only been in Sisters and usually a solitary individual. But this time, we heard this huge raucus coming towards us from the forest. A band of 10 jays came swooping in close to where we were, jumped around noisily in the trees, and then after a minute, all rushed back into the forest. This was so bizarre and delightful at the same time! We couldn’t quite wrap our head around what had just happened, and we waited and wandered around a bit hoping they would come back, but alas, they did not. 

Pinyon Jay - the only one I could capture from that big party

Pine Siskin

We made one more stop before heading home. We pulled into Detroit Flats in hopes of finding some good flycatchers. We did find one, but could not get good enough looks at it to seal in an ID. But a pleasant surprise was finding a dozen American Pipits. You could have almost missed them when looking at the sand and rocks as they just blended right in. Only when we noticed that that some of the “rocks” started moving, that we pinpointed the pipits.

American Pipit blending in with the rocks



It was another fabulous trip to Malheur. No Bundys and good birds, just the way it should be. 
#KeepItPublic




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