Change in the Weather

We have gone from the height of summer to a typical winter day in less than a month. On Sept. 19 we reached a high of 96 degrees F. and by October 9th at 0700 in the morning the temperature was 16 degrees F. The trend from the above graph does not look good. Monday morning I intended to make a long trip to pick up some deck supplies, but when I woke up there was about 8 inches of snow on the ground and it was still coming down hard. I canceled my travel plans only to find out later in the day that the snow only extended for a few miles on either side of town. Messed up my whole week. I did get to do a bit of birding though so it wasn't all a loss.



There are somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 Common Loons gathered on the river and dredge cuts. The dredge cuts are lake-like bodies of water attached to the river formed when they dredged up material from the Missouri River floodplain to provide fill for the dam. I watched a group of about 40 foraging together through one of the dredge cuts. They appeared to be synchronously diving and foraging together and when they surfaced they would call back and forth to each other.



The Sandhill Cranes have been coming over on their way from the far north to points further south. I suspect that many of these birds that I see will spend their winter in southern Colorado or New Mexico.



My favorite blackbird, the Rusty Blackbird, makes its annual appearance this time of year (and again in the spring) and I have been lucky to see a number individuals of this declining species this fall.



An hour or two at the local sewage pond resulted in the Buffleheads getting used to me being there and I was able to get a few photos. The males were more cautious than the females but one decided that it was not that bad to get a bit closer than the others.





There were also four Bonaparte's Gulls feeding near me as well.

Another Little Jewel

On Sunday I had reached a point in my ongoing deck construction that required an additional trip to the hardware store. Since it was Sunday and the hardware store was 20 miles away, the deck was going to have to wait. I was hanging around the house trying to figure out what to do when I decided to do a little birding and take Addie for a walk. Actually, thinking back on it I believe that Laura actually kicked me out of the house. I am still not quite sure how she did it but she somehow got me to think it was my idea to go for the walk.



The end result was that Addie and I headed down to the river. As I was driving to the area we usually go for a walk I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had just gone birding. It was long overdue.



It was a good day to get back from my birding sabbatical. There were fall migrants all over the place including frantic flocks of American Robins everywhere I looked. There were also migrating sparrows including my first-of-the-fall Harris's Sparrow. These handsome birds are always a treat to see and I think they are even more striking in their non-breeding plumage.


Most of the migrant sparrows I saw were either White-throated Sparrows (like the one above) or White-crowned Sparrows.


As I was walking through the brush this migrant flew over from the nearby Missouri River. Common Loons look so ungainly when they fly but they are really pretty powerful fliers.


Shortly after the loon passed by this Peregrine Falcon came at me from the same direction. I managed to get this shot as he headed back towards the river after passing nearly directly over me. Judging from the very full crop, it looks like he had just finished a meal.


The bushes were also crawling with warblers. Most of them were Yellow-rumped Warblers of the Myrtle variety.


There were a few Orange-crowned Warblers in the mix as well.


Then this guy popped out of the wild rose. Certainly not anything I was suspecting but I immediately knew what it was despite having never seen one before (too many hours looking at my field guides over the years I guess).


I pished a couple of times and the bird came a bit closer. Pishing is a birder term for making noises that sound just like repeatedly whispering the word really loudly and drawing out the "sh" part, not a misspelling of what might happen to a person when they get excited; although given the rarity of this species in Montana you might be forgiven for thinking I did the latter.



Then this young male Golden-winged Warbler perched right out in the open for me for a few shots.


How could you mistake this bird for anything else?

This is the fourth recorded observation of this species for Montana. Dad has one of the other three observations from his backyard last spring so Dad and I have half the records of this species in MT. It certainly makes me wonder what other species recently moved through the area unobserved, particularly given my observation of the Black-throated Blue Warbler earlier. That bird also showed up in my parents yard and they had another Black-throated Blue that appeared to be a different individual later in the week in their yard.

Dad was in the vicinity but by the time he got there we couldn't relocate the bird. Then a Sharp-shinned Hawk chased a screaming Northern Flicker through the trees and most of the birds scattered. It was a great little walk and a wonderful way to get back into the swing of things. Another life bird and another bird I hadn't observed in MT before. Thanks for kicking me out of the house Laura.

Albatross Cam

The latest in techno wildlife research includes a number of images taken by a lipstick sized camera mounted on the back of a Black-browed Albatross. This article in the online journal PLoS ONE describes the images obtained from the birds at sea.



A: a ‘featureless’ sea, B: an iceberg encountered, C: a killer whale breaking the ocean surface, apparent from its dorsal fin (white arrow) and three black-browed albatrosses attracted to the whale, D: two albatrosses flying in association with the camera-mounted bird, E: a fisheries vessel in the distance (white arrow) with an aggregation of birds, F: a bright light source during the night, possibly a vessel or the moon.
Image and caption from PLoS ONE.

Photo C is really interesting. The bird appears to be following an Orca that just surfaced in front of it an a couple other albatross. The subsequent photos were all blocked by feathers but the associated temperature recorder on the bird suggested that the albatross landed on the surface shortly after this photo was taken. HT to Birders World for this one.

Lots of Screaming and Yelling

A couple of weeks ago I was able to participate in a University of Montana Wildlife Biology class field trip to the western end of the Charles M. Russell National Wildlife Refuge and surrounding landscape in southern Phillips County. I was one of the speakers to the class along with other long time friends and colleagues (there aren't many people in Eastern Montana and even fewer working with wildlife so many of us have know each other for many years). It was great to see people representing so many different interests in this area all talk about one commonality - how important this landscape and its outstanding wildlife values are to all of us. I was also able to bring my two outstanding interns and new fellow biologist along with me to learn more about how others look at and manage this land.

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One of the stops on Friday night was an area closed to hunting near where Highway 191 crosses the Missouri River. This time of year the elk are well into the rut and there were many large bulls bugling (not really bugling though - more like a whistled screaming grunt) right next to the road in the Missouri River bottom.



There were a few hundred elk in the area and they were very active. Many of the bulls were located right next to the road and were vigorously defending their small groups of cow elk from the other bulls.



It was getting quite dark and I had to really push the ISO on my camera to capture anything.



The other challenge in getting photos was figuring out how to avoid the mass of people lined up along the road. Prior to getting to the viewing area the class was learning about management on the CMR further up the road and we watched car after car head down the gravel road towards the elk. I have never seen that many cars heading down that road in such a short period of time. When we finally arrived at the viewing area the road was lined with cars and people and on a small bluff above the road there were between 15 and 20 campers parked with their awnings rolled out and tables set up watching the show. Although it would have been nice to have the place to ourselves, it have to admit I was impressed with the number of people that had gathered to merely watch wildlife - something that doesn't happen that much out here.

A Gem Worth Waiting For

This evening I arrived home from work and after visiting with Laura about our respective days, I poured a couple of glasses of Merlot, sat down at the dining room table and glanced out the window to the small pond I have in the back yard. Just then a small bird dropped from the trees to the water. And there it was. A bird I had never seen before. But not just any bird. It was a species that had captured my interest when I first began birding 34 years ago and had been one of my favorites since then. Not that I haven't looked for it before. Dad and I had looked a couple of times in northern Minnesota many years ago, I missed a female at High Island, TX, and only a couple of years ago we looked for a male that had been observed singing in the Pryor Mountains but I struck out each time. To tell you the truth, I hadn't really looked too hard for it in other places because I really wanted to see one in Montana and I hoped it would eventually be a male. Today it happened. All my work troubles and worries disappeared in the instant I saw the bird. After some exclamation to Laura that I can't remember now but probably went something like "Oh my God...." I ran to the car and grabbed the camera. I was able to get downstairs and into the backyard in time to watch the bird for about 30 seconds and get a few not-so-great photos before an incoming robin flushed it and I lost track of it in the trees. I waited for a while but never saw the bird again.

It is not often that I get to see a life bird, state bird, and yard bird all at once.



Here it is - a male Black-throated Blue Warbler. A gem worth waiting for.

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International Vulture Awareness Day

It was International Vulture Awareness Day a couple of days ago and I missed posting this on the actual day so I figured I would catch up.

I don't have many vulture anecdotes or stories to tell but I do have a few photos.


Turkey Vultures are the vulture I am most familiar with. They are increasing in numbers in the northern Great Plains and we have had over 20 soaring around town recently.





The other vulture that I have observed fairly often is the impressive Andean Condor. I would love to spend some time in southern Chile photographing these guys. For me, the quintessential Patagonia panorama includes an Andean Condor soaring with the Torres Del Paine in the background.


Then there is this guy. A vulture's vulture. I believe this is a Cape Vulture (Gyps coprotheres).
It was taken a couple of years ago at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs, CO. One of these days I would love to see these guys in their native habitat.