Category Archives: Birds

Hey Bird,

Yellow warbler

Photo: A male yellow warbler sings his heart out.

Hey bird,

That’s such a drab branch you are perching on, but you’re definitely not. I love the way your warbling makes Spring so much more delightful. Proves again I’ve never seen a yellow warbler I didn’t like.

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Goldfinches

Photo: Two American goldfinches living the good life high in the hills of Cache County.

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Feathered-flight must be so much fun. I wish I could fly. If I could, I’d fly with you guys.

Bird Fest

Great Horned OwlPelican

Artwork: Top, this may resemble an orc, but it is a Great horned owl. Bottom, a brown Pelican.

Because last weekend was Bird Fest, birds were in the air and grabbed enough of Tiern’s imagination that he drew a couple of striking birds for me.

On a single day, my birding team helped me break my personal best of 135 species of birds in a single day. My new record is set at 162. Might be a while before I have a chance to top this number. I also saw 8-10 new species.

 

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Photo: A Coloradoan Pygmy Nuthatch carefully selecting the best seed. We hope Grandma is enjoying the birds on Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s day Grandma G and Grandma M.

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Why are birds so friendly at Grandma’s? We have some of the same species at our feeders, but they are highly suspicious of my every move. I’ve tried many times without any success to be their friend. There must be something very special about Grandparent’s Mountain Haven and Grandma’s bird feeders in particular.

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Sage grouse

Photo: A Greater Sage-Grouse in the foothills of the Wind River Mountains on a snowy morning.

Hey Bird,

I like your ornate head plumes. Fancy. Why lek alone? How about you join my lek? I promise, nobody’s ever seen anything like it.

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Photo: On April 26th, this Calliope was the first hummingbird at our feeder. He stayed for three days, then suddenly vanished one night, presumably continuing his long migratory path.

Calliope are fascinating hummingbirds. Despite being North America’s smallest bird, it is surprising that their natural history remains relatively understudied.

Their name was inspired by the Greek Goddess Calliope (KalliopÄ“) meaning “beautiful-voiced.” According to mythology, Calliope defeated her enemies in a singing match and turned them into magpies. It would have been fitting if her enemies were instead turned into hummingbirds. Since the Greeks were unaware of hummingbirds (New World birds), this wasn’t a possibility.

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Perched at last! I’ve been patiently standing here in the rain for the past thirty minutes waiting to take a picture. Thank goodness because my arms, back, and legs are killing me.

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Photo: Mr. Comet.

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Gyrfalcon says Yo!

I say Yo!

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Photo: A Mountain Bluebird living the good life somewhere in Wyoming.

Hey Bird,

“I’ve got a yummy bug for you…Covered in peanut butter!”

Signature:

Sunflower seeds

Photo: Guess who helped Dadoo feed the birds?

Tiern: “Dadoo, why do we put seeds on the picnic table?”

Dadoo: “Because they like it.”

Tiern: “I see.”

As I was talking to Little Miss, he sculpted his signature. He called it his special “t” cake… Yeah, birds love special “t” cakes.

The next morning Dadoo saw a big fat ring-necked dove going to town on Tiern’s sunflower “t”. I couldn’t take a picture because we were pressed to get to Mass.

But later…

After Mass, with my camera handy, Tiern’s “t” was all the rage with the Dark-eyed junkos. We’re talkin’ fightin’ for the best spot in Da’ Yad’. Serious business, indeed.

Dark-eyed junko

Because of this success, I think we’re going to be making many more special “t” cakes.

Rosemary:

Last weekend, while preparing for Farmington…

Dadoo: “Is everyone ready?”

Everyone unanimously: “No!”

Dadoo: “Why not?”

Everyone: “We are not ready yet!”

Dadoo: “Well, let’s get ready.”

As always, IT is a huge undertaking to leave the house.

Farmington is the easy part. The main difficulty is moving through the front door in one piece. We encounter a million hang-ups before we even step out the front door.

Then little Miss asks: “May I please bring the rosemary?” Fluttering her eyelashes and a matching big beautiful smile.

Dadoo: “Rosemary?”

Little Miss: “Yes, rosemary please.”

Dodoo perplexed as to why she would need a cooking herb on our birding walk: “Why do we need rosemary Miss?”

Little Miss: “Cuz I like it.”

I was imagining her munching on a twig of rosemary as a snack.

Then she raises her so-called rosemary over her head… “Please Dadoo.”

Dadoo: “A-ha, the rosary.”

Rose-Mary

Little Miss might be onto something here. Reciting the rosary while birding. Spiritual fusion at its best.

I was pleased to finally make it out the door to do some exploring at Farmington with the kids. I’m so glad we did because the kids saw their first wild Great horned owl.

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