Redpoll Day

Today was sunny but cold, even colder than forecast, with temps just barely climbing above the single digits above zero. However, the cold was tempered with the arrival of a large group of Common Redpolls (Carduelis flammea) to our backyard.







We don't have a lot of avian diversity or abundance in a normal winter on the Great Plains of Eastern Montana, but this year has seemed especially slow at the feeder. Until today. This was the first day we have had a real invasion of winter birds. As the sun came up about 60 - 70 redpolls were chowing down at the thistle feeder.







I spent some time standing next to the feeder to take some photos. Redpolls can be easy to photograph at a feeder, quite confiding and not easily spooked.





It was fun observing the range of variation in the amount of white, red, and dark streaking in the birds, but one certainly stood apart from the others. It was so different that it was fairly easy to tell it was a different species, the Hoary Redpoll (Carduelis harnemanni).



This bird is an extremely pale Hoary Redpoll, probably scoring an 18 on David Sibley's redpoll scale (see below).


(see David Sibley's blog here for more discussion on the scale he has illustrated)



These are all photos of the same very pale individual. He was quite obvious and had a spot of feathers missing on the back of his head.





After reading a number of posts at David Sibely's blog on redpolls, I suspect that there were a number of not-so-pale Hoary Redpolls around. I recall noticing that when this bird was in the yard there were a number of other birds in the flock that were quite pale and were probably also Hoary Redpolls, but when he wasn't in the yard, I didn't see as many pale birds. I suspect that there was a small flock of Hoarys that unfortunately didn't come back when the light was better. I am going to have to go back through my photos to see if I can find anymore that I can classify as Hoary Redpolls and try to get additional photos of some of the other pale birds tomorrow if they show up again.

Header Photo

A couple of people have asked about the photo of the bird on my header so I figured if a couple people have asked (I even stumped the Science Chimp on this one) I should probably tell those of you who were also wondering but too afraid to ask what it is too.
The bird is an incubating Pintado or Cape Petrel. The bird was nesting on the steep slopes of the caldera that is the inside of Deception Island. This particular individual was tucked up at the entrance in a shallow cave and was resting with its head tucked under the feathers of its back. More photos of this species can be found at an earlier post here.

Oceanites Videos

My friend and boss, Ron Naveen, the founder of Oceanites, has recently posted a series of videos on YouTube. Below is a good overview of penguins.



and another with my friend Steve Forrest at Brown Bluff.

John Heizer

John Heizer passed away last week. John was a pioneering heart surgeon in Montana and was a well known and loved doctor in Billings. He was also a great birding companion. Although I hadn't visited with John for a few years, I will always treasure a trip that I took with John and my Dad to Colorado one April.
I can't recall all the details but I think that Dad and John had decided that they were going to go see Lesser Prairie Chickens near Campo on the Comanche National Grasslands. I was asked if I would like to go and I managed to make it work with whatever I was doing at that time - I can't remember what year it was but probably about 7 or 8 years ago now.
Anyway, we headed south from Billings and spent the first night in Denver with one of John's sons. I remember his family was very nice and we went out to eat at the in-laws Chinese? restaurant and had some good food. The next day we drove to Springfield, Colorado and spent the night after heading out to the lek site that evening so that we could find our way in the pre-dawn hours the next morning.
The next morning we were successful in seeing the birds on the lek and after visiting a bit we decided we would drive to Gunnison, Colorado to see Gunnison's Sage-Grouse. That night we were in Gunnison and the next morning we watched Gunnison's Sage-Grouse on a lek there. Again, we were visiting after that morning's show about what we could do in Colorado (we really didn't want to head home so soon)- White-tailed Ptarmigan? Brown Rosy-Finches? I mentioned that I hadn't ever seen a Greater Prairie-Chicken and like that we were off to the northeastern corner of Colorado to try find me a Greater Prairie-Chicken. We arrived in Wray in the middle of the afternoon and headed out that evening to figure out how to find the lek in the dark the next morning. When we arrived where we thought the lek should be we found a number of males displaying in the afternoon sun! After watching the birds for a while we decided that there was no need to spend the night since we had just watched what we would be seeing in the morning so we decided to head back to Montana. So in three days ( and I am not sure how many miles) I was able to see three species of grouse I had never observed before and even better I got to spend 3 days with a couple of great people. It is one of my most memorable birding trips and I remember John as a great birding companion and a genuine person.
I still laugh when I think of trying to convince Dad that his watch alarm was set to go off at 10:00 in the morning, every morning (he couldn't hear the high pitched alarm) and wandering through Casper Wyoming trying to find a restaurant that John had liked but had no idea how to get to (his sense of direction on the ground wasn't so good, but he could have probably flown an airplane right to it). I know I have one good slide of John and Dad at the prairie chicken let and I will have to find that and get it scanned and posted.
John was also responsible for getting the first documented record of a Pyrrhuloxia in Montana when he convinced a fellow doctor who had the birds visiting his feeder to let Dad and I stop by to see the birds.

Penguin Week - Gentoo Penguin

The next installment in my penguin week series is the Gentoo Penguin (Pygoscelis papua). Next up will be the Adelie Penguin to round out the Pygoscelid or brush-tailed penguins, the genus I am most familiar with and which form the majority of the penguins found on the Antarctic Peninsula. I will finish this series with a post on the rest of the penguins I was able to see on this trip.
The Gentoo is rapidly becoming the most common species of penguin on the Antarctic Peninsula. Although Gentoo colonies do not rival the size of the largest Adelie and Chinstrap colonies, populations are increasing and they are expanding rapidly south along the peninsula. In keeping with my Chinstrap theme of describing one place on the peninsula that typifies a particular species, I will describe Gentoos as part of a visit to Cuverville Island, one of the largest Gentoo colonies on the peninsula.



I previously discussed Cuverville Island as part of a typical day for us in Antarctica here. There a many Gentoos here. They are much less strict about the timing of their breeding activities and we often find chicks of many different ages within a colony. Gentoos in the vicinity of Cuverville appeared to have suffered from heavy snow this spring and it looked as if a number of pairs had failed while others were able to keep their initial breeding efforts going resulting in wide gaps in the colonies where nests had failed. The colonies were a mess with lots of melted snow, failed nests, and wandering penguins. Even when they do well, Gentoos spend much more time at the colonies than the other Pygoscelid species and both pair are often present at the colonies. This is apparently a result of a more inshore feeding habit that allows these birds to spend less time feeding far away from the colonies as compared to the Chinstraps and Adelies.





Gentoos spend a lot of time bathing in the shallow waters near the colony. The photo above shows four Gentoos rolling in the water and splashing around while they bathe. Sometimes they really need a good bath too.







Below is a close-up photo of a brood patch on a Gentoo. I discussed this previously with the Chinstraps but this shows much better the bare patch of skin developed to help transfer heat from the incubating penguin to the eggs.






Very rarely do you see a penguin sprint but the bird in the photo above in making a dash for the water off the iceberg.

Le Boys

Back by popular demand (well, Sandy wanted to see some photos). A couple of things we have done over the last couple of weeks include a kids ice fishing event when the temperature was about -5 and a release of some Wild Turkeys near Glasgow along the Milk River.



This is a metaphorical spot that the boys find themselves rather frequently (don't worry, I think it is a permanent sign, the ice was quite thick)



Crean at his fishing hole. Notice his fishing buddy (complete with band) and his butterfly net that will also work for all the fish he caught. He lasted about 5 minutes at the hole then he just couldn't stand it and had to run around a bit. That lasted a few more minutes until he fell face first into the snow. He spent the rest of the time at the event eating his hot dog, drinking hot chocolate and reading books in the car.



Benton lasted a bit longer, even without stuffed animal support. It wasn't much longer though before the cold and no fish (he has apparently inherited my fishing skills) resulted in another decision that the hot dogs and hot chocolate sounded better than standing next to a hole in the ice with a stick in your hand. We were home rather soon that day.

A couple of weeks later we were able to participate in a release of Wild Turkeys on the Milk River just west of Glasgow. The boys were allowed to help open the cardboard boxes the birds were transported in. They had been trapped that morning on a ranch in southeastern Montana. The boys loved it and each came home with a fist full of turkey feathers.



Above, Crean waits for a turkey to burst from the box.



From left to right are Benton, Crean Lih-An, Ellis, Scott and Jack. Oh yeah, there is a Wild Turkey in the middle too.

Evening Visitor Again

I think I may have figured out one of the reasons I may not be seeing many birds in the back yard these days. The Eastern Screech Owl I found a few evenings ago was back again tonight. I accidentally flushed him from the apple tree in the backyard when I was cleaning out the dogs water bowl but about a half hour later he was back, this time perched on a fencepost above the brush pile at the edge of the yard. He was there for about 45 minutes (or longer - I lost track of him when it got too dark to see). The entire time I watched him he was looking down into the yard, scanning back and forth, apparently looking for another vole for dinner.
Of course he showed up the day after the Great Backyard Bird Count ended. I wound up with NO birds recorded in my yard on Sunday, but Monday was better with at least few species showing up during the course of the day.