June 28, 2007

The Best Laid Plans...

...as Steinbeck wrote, "often go awry." Such is the case this week with my first ever go around at hosting the "I and the Bird" Blogging Carnival. Grandiose plans for posting the carnival in a manner that is uniquely me (something appropriately geeky, of course) sort of fell flat on my face as work, love and the trials of life all conspired against me this week.

Although, considering some of the ideas that had been bouncing around in my head (keep in mind that I am pretty giddy about the upcoming release of the new Transformers movie), maybe it's a good thing I didn't "geek out" for this post. You might have all been subjected to a multitude of obscure references to 80's pop culture, or even attempts to relate birding blogs to characters from old He-Man cartoons.

So, consider yourselves fortunate to have escaped such a fate. Instead, this 52nd entry into the I and the Bird blog carnival will be perfectly and delightfully normal.

Won't it, Frodo?

You got that right, Paul. You won't be hearing any mention about He-Man, She-Ra, or even the Smurfs from me. Too childish. Just ask Ultra Magnus, here.

Obviously, Frodo, those programs you mentioned are intended for an audience with significantly lower mental capacity than those who normally read the "I and the Bird" blog carnival. Take Greg Laden's post highlighting a popular YouTube video about a moonwalking manikin, for instance. Sure, the video is a bit silly, but do you honestly think someone who watches the Smurfs would find that interesting?

Exactly my point! You see, I and the Bird hosts need to maintain certain standards for their review of the submissions they receive. Likewise, post submitters often go to extremes to demonstrate just how sophisticated birders can be. For example, Clare describes the joys of early summer birding in the Arctic, a distinguished pastime I remember fondly from my time living in Fairbanks, Alaska. Although, to be honest, I never tried searching for Rock Ptarmigan while wearing a kilt before.

We've also got the Ridger, of The Greenbelt, who takes the time to share the frustration I myself have felt at being unprepared to capture an exciting bird encounter on film. She tries her best to capture the scene of two bitterns in a snag with her camera phone. Remember, when life hands you lemons.... Or, as my friend Samwise Gamgee would say, "What we need is a few good taters."

Uh oh... What's wrong, now, Malfurion?

Oh, nothing, Frodo. I just got done reading J Fischer's Ecobirder blog about his recent adventure photographing Great Horned Owl nests in Minnesota. Made me homesick, is all.

Wait, that's not my Homer Hanky from the 1987 World Series, is it?

Oh...um, yes, I mean, no...

Uhhh.... I'll wash it. I promise.

For crying out loud...anyway, I've still got a lot of blog submission to cover so I figured I'd enlist the help of some friends. Here are the Maul brothers. This is Darrel, and his other brother Darrel.

Ok, Darrel and I went through the list and picked out all of our favorite entries. Basically anything that had anything to do with blood, violence, monsters...

Or baby birds.

Yes, Darrel, or baby birds. So, first off we've got Lord Garavin’s Bird Blog, which highlights exciting photos documenting the fledgling flights of a group of young Peregrine Falcons in Rochester, NY. Now, you may be asking yourself where the blood and violence is in this post.

But they count, cuz they're baby birds!

Yes, I realize that. But my point was that these are raptors. And everyone knows raptors love to eat tourists. Just wait until these bad boys grow up and then you'll see the carnage. If you don't believe me, just pop in a copy of Jurassic Park sometime.

Next we've got Karen at Rurality, who shares some great close-ups of vicious Baby Barn Swallows. These little monsters have a bad rap with some folks (and are often the target of TV ad smear campaigns by the powerful and controversial mosquito-rights lobby), but they're perfectly harmless and are quite beneficial to have nesting in your yard, as Karen explains while trying to dispel the myth that these fascinating birds are a nuisance.

Third we have GrrlScientist treats us to a recount of a truly monstrous bird most of us are probably relieved not to have to worry about encountering on those cool, dark early morning birding adventures. This 26-foot long 3,000 pound “Giant Roadrunner” is my kind of bird!

And not to be out-done, we've got YC, from the Bird Ecology Study Group Nature Center in Singapore, who vividly describes the gruesomely unique behaviors exhibited by birds who prefer feed on the slimy, fleshy bits hidden behind the seemingly impenetrable shells of various mollusks. I tried eating an oyster once. Notice I said once.

Ok, those are the ones we wanted to talk about. Right, Darrel?

Thanks to the Darrels for their enlightening effort. Anyway, as you can probably tell, my wife here and I both love to travel. And the more tropical and exotic the better. So it was with great delight that I got to read through some amazing posts from all over the world. Now, while Peregrine Craig at Peregrine’s Bird Blog doesn't necessarily live in what I'd call a "tropical paradise," I was surprised to read about his life-listing story of spotting his first Common Spoonbill in Northern Ireland. A spoonbill just isn't a bird I would have expected to see on the Emerald Isles. He also shares some exciting news as the British Library recently invited him to have his blog archived forever!

Buzzing over to the other side of the globe we find another story about a spoonbill. This one in the Australian outback (ok, this probably technically isn't in the outback, but I'm an American...so anything located in Australia is automatically considered to be in the outback). B, from A Snail’s Eye View, reminds us that birds have evolved similar adaptations all over the world to take advantage of the food available in various habitats, as evidenced by the Royal Spoonbill she observed in an Australian marsh.

And no trip would be complete for a bikini-clad hula girl without a stop in the Caribbean! So we go to visit Tai, from Earth, Wind and Water, who posts some beautiful shots of an American Kestral perched atop a pole “somewhere in the Caribbean”.

Next stop, Africa! We actually have two entries from this fascinating continent. First off we have James, the Birdman, who shares a beautiful description of an encounter with the bird known as SpookvoĆ«l by Afrikaaners, as well as other fascinating birds observed in the wilds of Africa. And then we have David, from Search and Serendipity, who highlights some of the amazing birds that can be seen near his home in Yaounde, Cameroon. As David so aptly puts it, “there are indeed many things to love about Africa.” I think you all will agree once you see the video of the Splendid Sunbird (Cinnyris coccinigastrus), a species whose brilliance could put any of the hummers in my backyard to shame.

Forget about these posts over here you should not. Help you understand the force, they will. Hmm?

Yeah, yeah, I was getting to those...you know, if you're so smart why don't you talk about them.

Talk about them I cannot. See to my home I must. Snakes. Yes, many snakes must I arrange.

Whatever. Alright, fine. I'll do it. Anyway, several people submitted entries that highlight the work of others or share insights about bird behavior we may not have been aware of before. For example, Julie, from Pines Above Snow, reviewed David Gessner’s new book, “Soaring with Fidel,” a humorous account of the author’s adventure following the Osprey migration from Cape Cod to Cuba. And then we have Bora, from Blog Around the Clock, who explains that nesting habits of storks, unlike what we have always heard in fairy tales, typically do not include placing them on top of chimneys except as a last resort, as in the example he shares from Serbia.

Patrick, from the Hawk Owl’s Nest, spoke with reknowned nature artist Michael DiGiorgio, in the first of what he promises to be a series of such interviews. And the Birdfreak Team asks us the question, “Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Brown-headed Cowbird?” in a valiant attempt to shed a positive light on one of North America’s “Most Un-Wanted” birds. They also offer up a few solutions to solving what many see as the problem with a very opportunistic (and highly successful) species.

Next we have Carel Brest van Kempen, from Rigor Vitae, documents and describes some of the changes in the behavior of White Pelicans at Gunnison Island in the Great Salt Lake of Utah, as some of them have been spotted frequenting new areas around Salt Lake City lately. And then there is Trevor, who provides some useful tips for anyone who wishes to attract wild birds to their yard, regardless of whether the birds in question are a North American favorite such as the Northern Cardinal or, in Trevor’s case, some fascinating Australian species like the Spiny Cheeked Honeyeater.

We also had quite a few submissions from folks who simply wanted to share their love of wildlife, like this little froggy here. I love these posts in particular because they remind me of the excitement, laughter and heartwarming stories that often result from a love of birds and birdwatching. Mike, the illustrious owner of everyone’s favorite birding blog, 10,000 Birds, not to mention the infinitely patient coordinator of this very blogging carnival, shares his account of his first ever encounter with his very own “nemesis bird”, the Ruffed Grouse, seen during a recent descent from the top of Wakeley Mountain in upstate New York.

Next we find John, from a DC Birding Blog, sharing a rewarding morning of birding at the National Arboretum filled with Blue Grosbeaks, Acadian Flycatchers and Indigo Buntings, only a few of the 45 species he encountered that day. Meanwhile, Julie reminds us never to stop looking (because you never know what you’ll see, as she says) with an eloquent story of a rather heartwarming encounter with a lonely Rose-breasted Grosbeak.

Then we have Wren, of Wrenaissance, who reveals her excitement at spotting (and finally capturing on film) a killdeer family with, count them, three babies! And, of course, Ben Cruachen recounts the experience he had exploring Lake Glenmaggie encountering a flock of Cattle Egrets sharing a meadow with…well, cattle.

And finally, Bill, of Gulf Crossings, reports on the rare sighting (in June, no less) of a Common Redpoll who somehow found its way to Galveston, Texas! Talk about taking the long route to the Arctic…

So, there you have it. A completely non-geeky version of the 52nd "I and the Bird" blog carnival, courtesy of everyone's favorite hobbit...me! I hope you all had as much fun reading it as I had writing it. And, even though it's a little late (it is now officially five minutes after Thursday), I certainly hope to be able to host it once again someday. Maybe next time I'll be able to convince Gandalf and Bilbo to help out. In the meantime, when planning a birdwatching trip don't forget your lembas bread!

Happy birding, everyone!

June 25, 2007

Lights in the Sky

Last week Sonja and I spent an evening with friends when we went for a stroll in the dark. As we walked along the trail someone pointed out what looked like a really bright satellite appearing over the cliffs. When a second light appeared behind the first one, following the exact same trajectory, I knew what we were looking at. Earlier that day the Space Shuttle Atlantis had undocked from the International Space Station and had begun to move away to prepare for landing. And for the first time in my life, I was 100% confident that I was watching the space shuttle in flight. The show, which lasted less than a minute as the two bright specks of light zoomed across the sky, was absolutely spectacular. I spent the rest of the evening giddy with excitement over what we had seen.

Recently, Sonja and I have been tossing around the idea of taking a trip out to Cape Canaveral to watch a shuttle launch, something I've wanted to see my whole life. The only thing stopping us is the tendancy of NASA to delay the launches, sometimes for weeks. However, since the shuttle fleet is slated for retirement within the next three years our chances are running out. It may have to be a spur of the moment thing when the weather looks perfect. There are three more launches scheduled for this fall and only two so far for next year, but hopefully we'll be able to catch one of them.

June 21, 2007

Escaping the Heat

Sonja and I thought it would be prudent to head up and out of the intense heat that has been blasting the Verde Valley for the last week. So we decided to take the dogs to 8,500' on the slopes of Mt. Humphrey, outside of Flagstaff. The temperature was unbelievably pleasant once we reached an elevation over a mile higher than where we're at in Rimrock. Easily 20 degrees cooler. However, because the sun is still pretty intense, the sandy trail got a big hot for Harvey's feet, cutting our hike shorter than we had anticipated. It was still a nice afternoon, though.

And it doesn't look like it's going to be cooling down anytime soon...

At least we got our swamp cooler fixed, so the house stays pretty mild, even when it is unbearably hot outside. As a result, I have a feeling we'll be spending most of the summer hanging out inside. Which isn't so bad, really, particularly since the evenings are so nice.

Not much else going on. But next week I'll be hosting the 52nd edition of "I and the Bird", an online blogging carnival. So if anyone has any posts involving our many feathered friends, let me know if you'd like me to include it in my IatB post and send it my way no later than Tuesday (June 26).

June 16, 2007

New Iraq Strategy: Arm Our Enemies!

Once again, Jon Stewart demonstrates that he remains the only legitimate journalist in the country. Did any of you hear about this? Apparently, the United States has now decided to arm the Sunni insurgents. According to Jon, "this idea is so crazy it just might...be f---ing crazy!"


I guess we didn't learn from what happened after the last time we tried this.

June 14, 2007

Grand Opening!

I am happy to announce the grand opening of Ye Olde Wandering Tattler Shoppe, an online store soon to be filled with all sorts of liberal, left-of-center goodness. All proceeds from the sales at this shop go directly to the unofficial Fund for the Elimination of Paul's Debt. A worthy cause if I ever saw one. Over on the right you'll see a new button you can press to access the store. Keep checking back, as new and exciting items will be added whenever the inspiration (and motivation) strikes.

It's hot again. We had a wonderful respite from the triple-digits while Mom was here, but the last two days have been brutal. The forecast was for 105 today. Our outdoor thermometer says 111. Either way, it's damn hot.

June 10, 2007

A Visitor from Minnesota

Well, I've finally gotten a few minutes to post some images and movies from Mom's trip out here to visit. I've also decided to do things a little differently this time. I actually uploaded 30 of the best pictures from the past week onto Flickr.com, where you can watch them in a slideshow by clicking here. I'm also trying to put up a "badge" that you can click on, but I'm not sure it's going to work.


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I also uploaded several videos from the week. They're all extremely exciting, too. For instance, this first one gives you an opportunity to experience a trip on the Grand Canyon Railway. Be sure to watch this one all the way through.


One of the highlights of the trip was a drive up to Page, AZ, on the Utah border to take a tour of Antelope Canyon, a bizarre sandstone slot canyon famous for its strange formations and tight spaces. Our Navajo guide, Nate, spent almost two hours with us explaining the significance of the canyon to his people and playing his traditional flute in the accoustically unique alcoves in the canyon.


Mom also got a chance to feed our hummingbirds by hand, something she had never done before. I think at one time there were eight birds flying around her.


I've got several more videos that I plan to post here, so check back in a couple days for some more. And be sure to click on the link for the photo slideshow, too.

June 04, 2007

104° F

Fahrenheit 104: The temperature at which Olligs melt...

Anyway, it's too bloody hot to post, today. Instead, you can watch these videos from our last winter in Seward playing in the snow.


A boring video of a mid-December blizzard.


Hiking with Sonja, Luna and Harvey on the Grayling Lake Trail north of Seward, Alaska, last Thanksgiving.

I'll post more when it's no longer in the triple digits.

May 30, 2007

A Week in Pictures

Sonja's sister, Sue, came for a five-day visit this past week. Unfortunately, I had to work the entire time she was here, so I didn't get to go exploring with the two of them. Even so, we all had a great time together in the evenings after a long day of hiking and driving around by Sonja and Sue. We watched a couple movies, sat around and chatted, and even played a game of Scrabble, during which I scored the highest point total for a single word I've ever gotten (87 points). That was my highlight of the week (ok, not really. But I'm pretty proud of it, considering the word I scored those points with was "slimey").

Anyway, since I wasn't along most of the time I can't really add much to these photos. I guess they'll have to speak for themselves, mostly.

Ok, this 5 foot bull snake wasn't actually from Sue's visit. I took this the day before she arrived at the Castle. I just haven't had a chance to post it, yet, so here it is. The rest of these pictures were taken by Sonja and Sue during their adventures.

We did actually see a snake while Sue was here. This is a tiny western diamondback rattler that was crossing the road just down from our house. It was kinda dark out, so the picture quality wasn't that great. This was Sue's first rattlesnake!

Sonja and Sue's first adventure was to hike the Broken Arrow Trail outside of Sedona.

The century plants were still in bloom.

Next, they explored the Verde Valley, including a visit to Tuzigoot National Monument. I think it was a little on the windy side that day.

Sonja took Sue over to a llama farm to help with some llama-sitting chores, too.

I don't even want to guess what the llama on the left is thinking. At least the sheep looks appreciative of the effort Sonja and Sue put into feeding them.

Their next adventure took them up to Flagstaff and Walnut Canyon National Monument.

Sue at Sunset Crater National Monument, just north of Flagstaff, standing amongst the Aa lava.

And yesterday, they both spent several hours in the car to get to one of the most recognizable natural landmarks on the planet, the Grand Canyon. Here's Sue at Mather Point.

This was Sonja's second time visiting the "Big Ditch", and she was very excited to report having seen her first "crap-load" of condors (I think that's the official classification for a group of condors). Some of her pictures came out really good, too, so I turned them into a fun little montage. It's not often you get to look down at a soaring California Condor.

So, that's the last week in the life of the Olligs and a Fogarty. I'd have added all sorts of random links to this post, but my creative juices don't seem to be flowing tonight.

May 26, 2007

30 years ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

Thirty years ago yesterday, actually, Episode IV: A New Hope was released in theaters across the country. I was three years old at the time, and I still vividly remember the experience. Well, not so much the movie itself, although it was my very first movie theater experience. Rather, the images that come to mind when I think of going to see Star Wars with my family are the things a three year old would find fascinating.

I remember waiting in line outside for the box office to open. I wasn't really sure what was going on, and I think I asked my mom and dad about thirty times what we were waiting for. But I do recall walking past all these cool posters with names I couldn't read and robots on them.

I also remember the theater's lobby. Or, more specifically, the oval shape to the room and the floor to ceiling, heavy, green curtains that covered non-existant windows. This really intrigued me, and I recall quite clearly running back and forth along the wall behind these curtains looking for the windows.

That's about it. My memory of seeing Star Wars for the very first time on the weekend of its initial release is limited to a line, a poster and a curtain. Of course, the fact that I would watch this movie at least 130 more times growing up (we taped it off of Showtime when I was 7) sort of makes up for it.

Ten years ago, when it was rereleased in theaters, I got to relive this experience while living in Washington, DC. Although this time was a tad different. I got in line at 2am to buy tickets for the first showing, only to find that 300 people had gotten there before me. By the time the box office opened at 9am over 4,000 people (and stormtroopers, and wookies, and jedi knights) were waiting for tickets (this was THE theater in DC to see the movie). I lucked out and got one of the last tickets for the first show of the day, 10am. This was movie-watching like it's supposed to be. People in costume roaming the isles, an impromptu light saber battle on the stage, and a DC newscaster reporting on the event while wearing a stormtrooper helmet.

Then the 20th Century Fox music began and everyone roared, then got earily silent as the words "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..." appeared. Until the next second, when the main title appeared and the dramatic music began. Then the crowd erupted. Popcorn was flying and people were cheering. Everyone was so into the experience, it was fantastic! When Darth Vader made his first appearance on screen everyone spontaneously booed. And when the Death Star exploded, the whole theater was on their feet cheering and throwing popcorn. It was movie-watching heaven.

We'll just pretend what happened over the next eight years with the three new films never happened.

May 21, 2007

Greatest Music Video Ever...?

So, you tell me. Is this the greatest music video ever?


Long gone are any vestiges of coolness that Knight Rider gave him. Still, how can you not like David Hasselhoff after seeing something like that?

May 19, 2007

Hey look! An Ice Cream Truck!

Today, we salute you, Mr. Musical Ice Cream Truck Driver Guy.

Mr. Musical Ice Cream Truck Driver Guy!

On those hot, muggy summer days, nothing causes heads to turn quicker than the sound of your approaching magical musical truck. You are the one who always seems to be there right when we need you, even if we didn't really feel like having ice cream in the first place.

I don't want any...ok, yes I do!

Yours is the only vehicle that causes parents to encourage their children to run out into the middle of the street. Because they realize those frozen rainbow rocket pops waiting inside your freezer are the only things that will shut their screaming kids up for the next ten minutes.

Here's two bucks, go buy a rocket pop!

But it's not just kids that are drawn like rats to Peter Piper's Pipe by your hypnotically repetitive song. Even though we won't admit it, we've all pushed a snot-nosed brat out of the way to reach your magical window.

Out of my way, kid!

You also don't care that your Super-Deluxe-Sponge-Bob-Square-Pants-Popsicle with gumdrop eyeballs will send most of us either running guiltily for the scale to count calories or dashing to the toilet to relieve our lactose-intolerant bowels. Because you know we'll come back. We always come back.

I scream for ice cream!

So, thank you for driving slowly down the street today, oh peddler of overpriced push-pops. And, don't worry. That hat doesn't make you look silly.

Mr. Musical Ice Cream Truck Driver Guy!


Disclaimer: This post in no way endorses advertising for or drinking of Bud Light...because, frankly, it tastes like pee. And yes, the $2 ice cream sandwich Sonja and I shared was scrumptuous!

May 16, 2007

Creepy Crawler Carnival #3: Black Widow!

Few creatures conjure up more irrational fear in people all over the world than spiders. And few spiders are more feared (particularly in the United States) than the ominously named subject of this entry into our Creepy Crawler Carnival.

Creepy Crawler Carnival #3

Black Widow
Latrodectus hesperus

For the sake of relatives that will be visiting us soon, I won't mention where I found this spider. Suffice to say, she was not inside the house. I was actually wondering how long it would be before I saw my first Black Widow. Sonja first spotted it last night, but just stood back and pointed at it. It was pretty dark outside, and by the light of our headlamp I wasn't quite sure what kind it was until I got pretty close. Then I saw the red hourglass on her abdomen.

I readily admit that my first reaction when I saw that was to flinch. My heart started racing and that irrational, primal fear started to emerge. I knew we would eventually find some of these around our house, but I was surprised how creeped out I was by it. All I could think of as I fell asleep that night was the fact that there was a "deadly spider" living outside our home. But I know better. I'm a biologist, for crying out loud. I know that the chances of getting bit by one are almost nonexistant...unless I go out and start poking it. I am concerned about our pets getting bitten, though. Particularly Annie, due to her small size and the fact that she likes to play with crawlie things. I think it was just because it was the first one I had ever seen. Cuz tonight, as I was taking these pictures, I was much more fascinated by her than repulsed. As you can see, she really is a stunningly beautiful creature (only the females of the genus look like this...the males are less than half this size).

So, black widow spiders (this one is a western black widow) are surprisingly common throughout the United States, and even into Canada. The genus (Latrodectus) is found worldwide, with all species possessing a powerful neurotoxin (the same type of venom found in cobras and coral snakes). Despite the potency of this venom, bites from these spiders rarely result in death, due primarily to the tiny fangs (less than 1mm long) and the miniscule amount of venom injected. The bite of a black widow results in the clinical syndrome known as latrodectism (named for the genus of which these spiders belong). As the name "neurotoxin" implies, it affects the nervous system, causing convulsions and intense pain. You can compare this to hemotoxin, such as that possessed by rattlesnakes and other pit vipers, that affects the blood.

Black widows tend to prefer living in the clutter that people often surround themselves with and as a result, out of all the venomous spiders in the world, more people are bitten by them than any of the more dangerous species. However, according to Wikipedia (and if it's on Wiki, it's gotta be true), there have only been 63 confirmed deaths from black widow bites in the U.S. between 1950 and 1989. That's well under 1% of reported bite victims.

I also thought this was interesting (taken from Wiki's black widow spider page):

Improvements in plumbing have greatly reduced the incidence of bites and fatalities in areas where outdoor privies have been replaced by flush toilets. Nearly ninety percent of the black widow bites reported in the medical literature of the first 4 decades of [the twentieth] century were inflicted on the male genitalia by spiders lurking underneath the seats of outdoor toilets.
Good thing there are no black widows living in Fairbanks, eh?

Black widows are surprisingly shy. When I tried taking a second picture of her she quickly disappeared under the eave, only emerging again after this moth flew into her messy web.

I really like this picture, since you can see her very characteristic body shape. I got to watch her wrap up this moth for a couple minutes, until she decided she wanted a bit more privacy and carried it back under the eave.

Finally, I thought I'd add a photo of our thermometer that Sonja took on Sunday. Since we moved here, we've broken 100 degrees three times, all within the last week. This is pretty unusual for early May, though. Normal highs this time of year are about 10 degrees cooler. It shouldn't be getting that hot until later in June and July. Even so, the temps really aren't as bad as I thought...unless you're stupid enough to stand out in the sun. Then it sucks. But as soon as you find some shade it's surprisingly comfortable.

May 14, 2007

Here's a Llama, There's a Llama

Because my creative juices have seemed to dry up lately (must be the 101 degree temps), I'm going to let Sonja tell you her llama story from a few days ago in her own words. However, I still reserve the right to elaborate on her writing by adding assorted links throughout her post. Anyway, here's Sonja:

So, I got to go shear a llama. Wait, I didn't actually get to shear a llama. I didn't even get to hold the scissors. Oh, wait...I held them for like ten seconds. So, I guess I watched a llama get sheared. But I held the llama! Or restrained. Whatever you wanna call it.

Here's a picture of a llama.

Here's a picture of an alpaca!

Here's the llama we sheared. Fuzzy. His name was Mochaccino.

This was us blowing all the dirt and crud off of his wool before we sheared it. We got really dusty.

This is Nancy, the llama-lady, shearing!

Me and Mochaccino! As you can see by his perterbedness, he's not all that cuddly.

This is not a llama. It is a really, really cute sheep! I can't wait till we can have some of our own.

May 09, 2007

A Day at the Well

Every couple weeks I get an opportunity to spend an entire day working at Montezuma Well. These are days I can forget about all of the deadlines (well...maybe not forget about them. How about ignore?) and just enjoy being a park ranger. Most of my time on these days is spent roving the trails, talking to visitors, and reminding myself why I have the best job in the world.

Yesterday was no different. There was nothing extraordinary about it. I didn't see any new birds. I didn't have an exciting wildlife encounter. It was, in every way, just a normal day. But that was what was so good about it. Spending six hours outside in the warm, clear desert air, sharing what I love about this place with the hundreds of visitors who stopped by to see what it was...it was all refreshingly uneventful.

The Common Blackhawk that we suspect is nesting nearby showed up again after a couple weeks of no sightings. I didn't realize it was staring straight at me as I took these pictures until I downloaded them this morning. I also spotted a White-winged Dove fly overhead, surprised to see one this far north. Most of the summer residents have now arrived (like the Western and Summer Tanagers), including some that I wasn't expecting to see here, like the Phaenopepla, or silky flycatcher. There was also a cool lizard that I saw along one of the trails. I hadn't noticed this species before, and unfortunately have yet to find a really good reptile field guide. So, I'm not quite sure what it was. It had a really unique behavior. Instead of simply running away like most of the small lizards around here, it would run a bit, then stop and wiggle its black-and-white striped tail at me. Then run a bit more, stop, and wag its tail. I'm assuming it's either trying to mimic a rattlesnake or encourage me, the predator, to strike at its tail, rather than its head.

The cacti are still in full bloom, too, adding some surprising colors to the predominant browns and greens of the arid landscape around the Well.

I was particularly happy to have been able to spend yesterday outside after I heard the forecast for this coming weekend. By Saturday we're supposed to get very close to breaking 100 degrees. I hope I'm ready for this...

May 05, 2007

Birding the Huachucas

On Thursday, Sonja and I took our first trip to the Huachuca Mountains of extreme southeastern Arizona. These mountain ranges, in the heart of the deep Sonoran Desert, are often called “Sky Islands” for the incredible variety of temperate mixed forest habitats they provide. They tend to be refuges for a huge number of migratory birds and resident mammals that normally wouldn’t be able to survive in the arid desert ecosystem. In many cases, they are also hot-spots for Mexican species that, for one reason or another (range expansion due to global climate change, straying off course during migration, etc) can sometimes be surprisingly common in the lush canyons cutting into the mountains.

While this trip didn’t yield a tremendous list of total species seen (41), we both recorded a good number of lifers (Sonja: 13; me: 9). We saw six different species of hummingbirds, three of which were lifers for both of us, including a Magnificent and a Blue-throated Hummingbird, both of which were almost twice the size of the more common Anna’s and Black-chinned hummers that we normally get at our feeders.

The undisputed highlight of the whole day, however, took place in the afternoon (normally not a good time of day for birding) on Fort Huachuca, an army base in Sierra Vista, AZ. After getting our day-pass (and a dirty look from the guy giving it to us after he noticed the “No Nukes North 2003 Peace Camp” t-shirt), we proceeded to get lost twice before finding our way past all the grenade assault courses to Garden Canyon, one of these forested valleys I mentioned. We parked alongside several large vans, then noticed that everyone piling out of one of them were wearing binoculars and carrying field guides. I overheard one member of this group getting directions from another binocular-clad guy from the other van. So I butted in and asked what they had seen up the trail. The group that was just finishing their hike had seen a pair of Mexican Spotted Owls about a half-hour hike up the trail from where we were standing. They doubted whether or not we would be able to locate them, considering they were have a very difficult time trying to describe where to look, but we headed up the trail anyway.

Once we got to the area they had described, we also began doubting whether we would actually see the owls. Searching a 100 yard section of trail scanning incredibly dense, jungle-like vegetation for a pair of non-descript brown birds that could be perched pretty much anywhere was beginning to feel like an impossible mission. Particularly once Sonja discovered that I neglected to ask what side of the trail the birds were located, not to mention how high they were perched or on what kind of tree. But I got lucky. Sonja decided to head up the trail a bit and work her way back while I lagged behind. I nonchalantly turned my head to look back down the trail when I saw them. Two large, nondescript brown birds perched on a nondescript branch, next to a nondescript rock in a nondescript part of the forest.

“Oh, there they are,” is all I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. Couldn’t let Sonja think that I had agreed with her that there was no way in hell we were going to find them. The birds just sat there, preening themselves and each other, while we sat on a couple rocks not 30 feet away and watched them. We stayed for almost a half hour admiring their beautiful plumage and the meticulous way they went about cleaning their feathers one by one. They were in the perfect position to get some amazing “through the binoculars” photographs…if I had remembered to put the camera in my pocket before we left the car. But the image of those two owls will forever be etched in my memory, even without the pictures I might have taken.

We did fail to find any Elegant Trogons, a species that can ONLY be seen (outside of Mexico) in these tiny canyons in this out-of-the-way corner of Arizona. Oh well, next time.

Here’s our complete list for the day. Lifers are identified by an asterisk (*) and either a P if it was a lifer for me, an S for Sonja, or both.

Turkey Vulture
Cooper's Hawk (on nest)
Red-tailed Hawk
Wild Turkey
Scaled Quail* (P, S)
White-winged Dove
Mourning Dove
Spotted Owl* (P, S)
Whip-poor-will* (S)
White-throated Swift
Broad-billed Hummingbird* (P, S)
Blue-throated Hummingbird* (P, S)
Magnificent Hummingbird* (P, S)
Black-chinned Hummingbird
Anna's Hummingbird
Broad-tailed Hummingbird
Gila Woodpecker
Arizona Woodpecker* (P, S)
Western Wood Peewee* (S)
Hammond's Flycatcher
Dusky-capped Flycatcher* (P, S)
Cassin's Kingbird* (P, S)
Vireo sp. (probably a plumbeous, but not quite sure)
Mexican Jay* (P, S)
Common Raven
Bridled Titmouse
Bushtit* (S)
White-breasted Nuthatch
Cactus Wren
Curve-billed Trasher
Northern Parula* (S - a little outside of its normal range…say, about 1,000 miles outside)
Townsend's Warbler
Wilson's Warbler
Painted Redstart
Western Tanager
Black-headed Grosbeak
Green-tailed Towhee
Great-tailed Grackle
Spotted Towhee
House Finch
Lesser Goldfinch

Our next birding trip will probably be to Madera Canyon to finally see the trogons plus a Flame-colored Tanager that’s been spotted there the last couple years. But we might need a couple weeks for Sonja to build back up her birding bug.

Oh, and we also got to see the world's largest asparagus. Well, that's not what the sign called it, but we think it was mislabled.