I have not been posting to this blog as much, but I have started up a new one describing a job that I have at a local park. I am removing non-native plants and promoting the growth of native plants for the benefit of birds and other wildlife. To read more about it, click HERE! Enjoy!
Ahh, finally. I’m blogging again, this time for a very special purpose! Not much has changed in my life, other than the amount of school work that I get from day to day. From the time that I stopped blogging about California birding, I have entered the ABA’s Young Birder of the Year contest, and should be getting the results in approximately one week. But now to the good part….
Tomorrow I will be getting up at 5:00 and leaving to go to Costa Rica for my newest birding expedition. I will say that this should be good material to blog about. Although I would like to, I cannot say that I will blog about the whole trip, as I don’t want to let you down like I did with the west coast trip. But I don’t want to discourage you from checking my blog this next week for Costa Rica posts, as I have taken some precautionary measures in order to make the blogging quick but as thorough as possible. First, I will have a notebook in the field in order to make a sort of rough draft of my blog while I am birding. By writing my preliminary thoughts, the process of copying and revising will be made much less complicated. Additionally, our birding will be ending at a reasonable time every night, followed by eating dinner on site at the lodge. That means that I will have a decent amount of time to gather my thoughts and blog them.
We will be staying in Costa Rica for seven days, Saturday to Saturday. We will arrive in the city of San Jose around one o’ clock in the afternoon. From there we will drive to Rancho Naturalista, near the town of Tuis. We will be staying there for three nights, and then will be travelling to Savegre Hotel and Lodge, where we will stay for four nights.
For Costa Rica blog posts, I will be changing the style from the California blog posts. Instead of taking the majority of my lifers and describing them, I will probably take five or six lifers and describe them, as I expect to have around fifty lifers the first day, and then twenty to thirty from then on. I will then devote the rest of each post to describing the birding of the day.
It is amazing to imagine that in just a few short hours, I will be on a plane headed to a foreign country where I will be engulfed in the antics of Montezuma Oropendola, White-necked Jacobin, and Bay-headed Tanager!
Be sure to check tomorrow to read about my first day in Costa Rica!
On May 21, after the long day birding the previous day, I was up and ready to go. This morning, we planned to go to Whiting Ranch Wilderness Park, in Foothill Ranch, CA. I didn’t know what was in stock yet for today, but nevertheless, I was incredibly excited.
We came to the park at about 9:30 a.m, and immediately upon stepping out of the car, the birding began.
My father said that his employer’s building has bird feeders to which the birds flock. He said that when we drove up to them, we would be sure to get an Acorn Woodpecker, a species that he has seen there many times before, and a potential lifer for me.
After wandering aimlessly among a group of House Finches and California Towhees for 10 minutes, there were no signs of any lifers. I decided to do a final scan of the scraggly bush in front of me. The weather at that point was overcast, making it difficult to see any beneficial fieldmarks, other than their silhouette. So, as I was scanning, when I picked up a silhouette of a large Woodpecker, I wasn’t ecstatic.
It wasn’t until the Woodpecker flew to the feeders that I could identify it, and then, with that, my target bird appeared out of thin air! The Acorn Woodpecker. Then there came another, and another. Three of the same target bird at the same time. ** Details of the Acorn Woodpecker will be described in the next post.
Then, I continued my scanning, and, also continuing were my lifers!
In some scrub next to the Acorn Woodpecker snag, there was a mixed flock of birds. The one that stood out was a black Cardinal with a bloodshot eye (maybe its nictitating membrane was dysfunctional). This was an incredible bird, in my opinion. I had never seen anything like it! My first Silky-Flycatcher, the Phainopepla. More on the Phainopepla will be mentioned in a later post as well.
The others were some House Finches (in their native range), and then one more, different-looking bird.
This mystery bird was a light brown color all over, it had a crest, and was relatively small, about House Finch size. A Titmouse. I was thinking in the past, so initially called this bird a Plain Titmouse (stupid of me), but then I remembered the only Titmouse that could be seen in that area was an Oak Titmouse.
The Plain Titmouse was split into two species, the Oak and Juniper Titmouse by the American Ornithologist’s Union (AOU) in 1996, due to many distinct differences in the two species. The OATI that I saw has a range that is restricted to the coast and center of California, and northernmost Baja California.
The Juniper Titmouse, on the other hand, has a range that reaches, according to Cornell’s All About Birds, mainly the Great Basin area. The two species look almost identical, and, other than differences in range, are very difficult to tell apart.
After scanning for a mere 10 more minutes, we decided that there was no more bird life to be seen here, and so we drove to the main entrance of Whiting Ranch Wilderness Park.
The first bird that was to be seen at this side of the park was a Black Phoebe, what by then I dubbed “The Robins of Southern Cal” for the extreme ratio difference of Robins to Phoebes here compared to home (I probably saw about 75 individual Black Phoebes on the trip, while I only saw 1 possible Robin). It was hawking prey from a snag branch of a Sycamore, the exact behavior that I witnessed the day before. Along with hawking from the tree, it was using some lights as a lookout. The droppings reflected how often the park is used for the feeding of Black Phoebes…
We walked towards the main trail by a grouping of billboards. In a small tree to the right of the entrance, there was a large amount of activity. Upon closer inspection, the birds were Bushtits, and then there was one puzzler.
The puzzler was of a drab tan/cream white color. It had an off-white supercilium, and had the body of a vireo or warbler. It was a Warbling Vireo. A VERY familiar face from back home. I thought that, although common in the area, it was a good find in a flock of Bushtits.
We made our way to the beginning of a sand trail. With chaparral encroaching on the path, we had to walk single file into unknown habitats harboring unknown avian life. The clouds were even clearing up. Exciting.
THIS is how you tell if the area is popular with the Black Phoebes
So, I left off at the birds in the field.
Along with the Western Bluebird, there were two other birds on the soccer nets, both Phoebes. Again, one was black and white, and the other was tan (with a yellowish tint to it’s stomach).
First, the black and white one.
The identification of this bird was very simple. First, you start with the type of bird that you are dealing with. Based on habits alone (hawking prey, and then flying back to hawking spot, bobbing tail), you could tell that this bird was a type of Flycatcher. Then, you want to be able to think of any Flycatcher that you know of that is black and white. There aren’t any that can be found in the United States that fit those colors and color patterns (white from the undertail coverts coming to a tip at the breast, and black everywhere else), other than the Black Phoebe. Studied closer, the range fits, so you have your match.
Now, the second Phoebe.
Again, this bird was easy to identify. Because of the habits (same as Black Phoebe) this bird can be placed in the Flycatcher family. The tan and yellow color on this Flycatcher is a little bit harder to work with, because tan is a much more universal color among the Flycatcher world. But, this bird was completely tan, with a bit of a yellowish tinge on its belly, a darker tan on it’s tail, and no prominent wing bars. Because of the area that this bird was seen, along with the reasons listed above, I came to the conclusion that it was a Say’s Phoebe.
So, with an additional two lifers for Pinecrest Park, we moved into the wooded section of the trail. For a distance, there was nothing besides the occasional Song Sparrow and a House Wren that made a nest in a bird house along the trail. Then, a shot of orange caught my eye. The bird that I saw was an unmistakable male Hooded Oriole. Up in a tree, the Oriole was out on a limb, giving me a excellent but quick look at it. With a black face, bib, wings, and tail, along with white wing bars, this bird has a stunning orange-yellow color everywhere else on it’s body (male only), making it appear that it is indeed hooded.
Then after it flew off, the activity in the woods really picked up. There were Bushtits in the bushes along our sides, Black Phoebes on tall snags, some other unidentified Flycatcher species flitting around, and a Wren on the ground, as well as a Warbler in a tree.
The Warbler in the tree was very easy to identify. Based on the overall yellow color with a bit of olive mixed in, and the midnight black cap, it was quickly identified as a Wilson’s Warbler. I assure you that if you are ever to see one (or if you already have), you will know it right away from this simple description. As far as standing out goes, it is sort of like Canada Geese… (almost as common, too)
And the Wren tricked me a bit. I could have guessed Bewick’s, but, from spending 8 years birding on the east coast, I automatically turned to Carolina. But, as you can take from the bird’s name, the Carolina Wren probably doesn’t show up in California 🙂 I think of the Bewick’s as the western Carolina, just think of it that way.
Just as we finished up those sightings, along with another one of those California Towhees, we walked a bit farther, and then came to the woods edge where there was a field. Unfortunately, we had to leave, as we were going to my father’s business’ annual party. But finally, right before we left, I was able to catch a Spotted Towhee, the second of three Towhee lifers in California. To identify this bird, just think, if you are familiar with the Eastern Towhee (as I am), then picture it with spots on its back and wings, and you have the Spotted Towhee (or my better name for it, the Western Eastern Towhee)!
Upon leaving, I got more and more excited about the coming day, as it would be the first full day of birding in CA!
I was very thankful that we were able to have such a kind friend up in Colorado who endorsed my love in birding. Without her kindness, I would have had six less lifers!
All of the places that I have gone on this trip have been so different from one another. On a larger scale, you have California compared to Colorado, and then those two compared to Pennsylvania. Then, on a smaller scale, you have Evergreen Lakehouse compared to Anza – Borrego Desert State Park (to be described in a future blog post!) So now, finally, I was just about to get a taste of California for the first time!
We arrived in California at about one o’ clock P.M, and then, by the time we got our things in the hotel and got situated (plus eating lunch), we got out birding at about three o’ clock.
Driving in the rental car from John Wayne International Airport to the hotel in Mission Viejo was probably one of the most memorable and exciting times of the trip. It sounds weird, but I felt the same way in Colorado. I think that it had a lot to do with feeling so anxious. I saw Swifts, Hawks and Hummingbirds, and, each time I spotted one, the thought raced through my mind that I may be missing out on a lifer. At that point, I just didn’t feel like looking at the birds (just kidding!)
Prior to leaving for California, I researched parks right around the hotel. I didn’t really care about the details (amount of habitat, specifically, because many of the parks in the area seemed more urban), because I figured that at any park, no matter what the circumstances, I would get a good number of lifers. The park I chose was Pinecrest Park.
Approximately 2 miles from our hotel, Pinecrest Park is located in Pinecrest, California. Included is a playground, a soccer field, a trail around the soccer field, and a trail through some woods.
Descending a slope to the trail around the field, I noticed quite a commotion in the bushes to my left. Of course, the birds were Bushtits. Bushtits have taken the place of Chickadees in California (as CA does not have any), if you can imagine that. For now, that is all I will say about Bushtits, as there are many other lifers to talk about in this post.
Along with the Bushtits, I noticed a lone California Towhee. If you are in the area (coast of Southern California), then this bird is not only easy to locate, but very easy to identify. An overall tannish-brown bird with a noticeably rusty vent (think Gray Catbird), and a subtly rusty face. Since it is the only bird on the California coast that looks like this, I could easily identify it as Lifer #2!
Then, while still in the same area, I noticed a Hummingbird. I then discovered that, because of the gorget pattern and color, that this was an Anna’s Hummingbird. Now, this was the first time that I got to witness the extraordinary display put on by a Hummingbird, for the Ruby-throats back home do not put on nearly as thrilling a show. What I saw was incredible. The male and female Anna’s were sitting together on a branch, and then all of a sudden the male burst off of the perch and slowly rose nearly 100 feet in the air, and then came down like a bullet next to the female once more, but now hovering. Then, this procedure was mimicked by the female. Incredible. But more on them later.
So, after three lifers, my luck was still not running out. Directly below the performing Anna’s Hummingbirds were two stunningly yellow Lesser Goldfinches. Not at all like our American Goldfinches back home (color pattern wise), the male Lessers have an olive color on their napes extending to their mantle, which is speckled with black. Their wings are black and white, and their caps are a slate black. Lastly, there is a prominent yellow extending from their chins down to their undertail coverts. They would play around in their giddy manner much like the American Goldfinches would, so you could easily guess that this bird was a Goldfinch.
Next (and this post keeps dragging on and on…), we turned our attention to the field. Flying across was a familiar sight. A House Sparrow. I have a hatred for them, but that is for an entirely new post.
Anyway, in the field were three distinctly different birds. One was black and white, one was tan, and the other was blue-gray. The blue-gray bird was a female Western Bluebird. The male of this species was described in an earlier post, and as for the female, if you can picture a female Eastern Bluebird, you’ve got it, it looks so similar (although the blue on the female Easterns is a bit lighter than the Westerns). The Western was behaving much like the Easterns back home – sitting atop a hawking perch, and then going down and snatching it’s prey.
Now, to give you a rest, I will tell you more about the black and white bird as well as the tan bird in the next post which will come very soon.
Driving in the direction of the airport on the same route that we came up the mountain on held so many wonders that we had been totally oblivious to the previous day. There is a prodigious difference between seeing snow-capped Rockies in the distance the whole way, and being blinded by white. Now I was able to see the true beauty of Colorado that I have heard rumors of so many times.
One of the many interesting sights we were able to see en route to today’s birding destination – Evergreen Lakehouse – was a vast pasture-like, fenced-in enclosure that held a grouping of Elk. One of them had come up to the part of the fence that bordered the road. We slowed down and eventually came to a stop directly next to him, and he ran in a peculiar way where his head was tilted back at a 75 degree angle, and so his neck was bulging out. Hilarious way to start out a day of birding!
Evergreen Lake was, as you can imagine, a large body of water. It was surrounded by pine trees and a neighboring golf course. Right on the waterfront was a substantially large cabin-like building (probably the “Lakehouse”), that’s purpose I didn’t quite understand. Find out more on the recreation area’s website, http://www.evergreenrecreation.com/facilities.php?id=10.
Immediately, the feeling pervaded me that this place would provide some great birding. There were open stretches of mowed grass (the golf course), the lake, and a large section of marshlands (through which there was an interpretive boardwalk).
Next to the parking lot there was a small fence that needed to be climbed in order to get onto the golf course. There was an interesting bird there that I couldn’t identify on the spot. I allowed the small, sparrow-sized bird to approach me so that I was able to snap a shot for ID purposes. The bird was an olive-tan color on all of its front side, with the exception of some subtle black streaking on its chest. All over its back side it was a dull, slate gray, other than some white wing bars and blackish wings. The gray extended through the crown to the very top of its beak, gradually coming down to a blunt point. It was traveling in a group of about five individuals, as well. This description fits that of an American Pipit, as I later found out.
Although not a lifer, seeing a Colorado American Pipit was really neat!
As I re-entered the lake property, I was greeted by the obnoxious but unique chorus of at least ten pairs of Red-Winged Blackbirds nesting in the marsh. We then headed off to start working the interpretive trail.
The boardwalk did not yield much avifauna, other than a couple of House Finches, and, of course, the Red-Wings, but the trail did lead off right next to the lake. Immediately, I began to scan. Unfortunately, without the aid of our scope, I couldn’t identify many of the far off waterfowl. The close ones were a different story.
There were Mallards, Canada Geese, Redheads, and then a Grebe. I was stuck between Clark’s and Western, so I took a picture.
I think of Clark’s and Western Grebes as pretty much the same bird (dumb, right?), so I only use one thing to distinguish between the two – the amount of black on their heads (the amount varies between species during different times of year).
During breeding season, Western Grebes have black extending down their head to their gape, no further. The Clark’s Grebe, on the other hand, only has black to the upper half of their eyes – that means the feathers around the gape will be relatively all snow white. That is the best ID tip that I could come up with, although there are probably plenty more.
Since my bird had black on the majority of its head, and definitely to the gape, I identified it as a Western Grebe.
Although the time was late morning, it was still bitterly cold, probably around 35 degrees F. The sky was clear, and, unusual to me, being from southeastern PA, the air was clear, leading to my first realization that I had been breathing “Mountain Air” (okay, PA air isn’t bad, I will admit, but there was just something indescribably different). Looking back on it now, I wish I could just stand there once more and take a deep breath of the crisp air, and pop back into PA…
We started to bird our way back to the car, and, with not much activity to stop us, we made it back quite quickly. With some spare time, I was able to catch a glimpse of a pair of Doves up in a sturdy snag. From the front, I passed them off as just Mourning Doves. But, as I had my binoculars focused on one, it turned its head to reveal a bold black “half-collar”, making it manifest that this bird was not a Mourning, but a Eurasian-Collared Dove.
According to this bird’s range, it has a sturdy population in the southeast section of the country, and a small group in the Orange County-LA area of Southern Cal, but they can be seen throughout the country. As for this bird’s native range, well, I’ll let you figure that one out on your own. Overall, this bird is a drab blue-gray, and all you need to know to identify this species is it’s unique black “half collar”. Although not native, still a beautiful bird.
It was about time for us to depart, and, with a deep melancholy in my soul, I came to the car, prepared to take one final look at the incredible beauty of Colorado that I hadn’t spent enough time to get to know. I could easily have spent weeks and weeks there, as it has replaced Atwater Quarry as my number ONE favorite place in the world (that I’ve been). Try to get out there sometime, if you get the chance!
So now, we are really Off to California!
Have you ever seen the sunrise over the Rockies? If you haven’t,you are missing out on a lot.
I awoke at 5:30 at the mountain house on May 20th, easily early enough to be able to catch some great views of the sunrise over the mountains. Our friend’s mountain house sits up high on a hill with no trees growing high enough to spoil the view of the mountains. So basically, when standing on the front deck, you can see for miles, and within those miles, you have ridges, conifer-covered mountains, and snow-capped mountains. It was beautiful.
Since I was not yet birding, I could really take time to absorb the lurid beauty of my surroundings. As I stood there and watched and waited for something to happen, the mountains turned a deep pink color, like that of cotton candy that one would get at a baseball game. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me right away, so I was unable to get a photograph of this exquisite natural phenomenon until after the color died down a bit later on.
After all that excitement, I got dressed, ate breakfast, and was ready to depart, not yet for southern California , but to do some more Colorado birding. Before departing to a birding location near the airport, I wanted to bird Pine once more.
Once again, I emerged from the warmth of the house and was greeted by the same crisp wintry air as the day before. As I started off with both adults, all you could hear was the crunch of the brittle snow beneath our feet. Then, as we followed the dirt road around Pine, you could hear the bird activity picking up.
We started to see branches shaking and hear birds calling; the overall atmosphere reverberating with birds. We had Black-Chinned Hummingbirds zipping by, Mountain Chickadees flitting in the tops of pine trees, and a Chocolate Lab bounding towards us… uh oh!
One of my only fears are dogs bigger than me, especially fast ones. This thing was sprinting towards us at full speed, and not slowing down, so our friend simply stepped towards the dog, and started talking to it in a soft, steady voice. Sure enough, the dog was a teddy bear! Anyway, I was wondering if this sort of talk would work on birds, if, say, you have a great closeup look at one, and you don’t want it to be spooked and fly. If you talk to it like that, maybe it would stay.
We rounded a bend in the road, and came to the house of the “Creeper”. There was even more activity at his stations than the day before. This time, we got excellent views (did I mention that there was hardly a cloud in the sky?) of Mountain Chickadees, a Black-Capped Chickadee, and a couple of Evening Grosbeaks. With those kinds of temptations, I couldn’t resist inching my way onto his property once again.
There was only a subtle difference between the dirt road and my location on the man’s property when Mr. Creeper came out his door once again. I immediately hopped back onto the road. Angry and hateful as ever, he stepped onto his snow, and, not approaching us any further, started to converse with us.
This is the actual conversation held between us and Creeper. I recorded it on my phone.
Family friend: Hello!
Creeper: Why is that kid on my property with binoculars?!
Friend: Well, this kid is a young birdwatcher!
Creeper: I don’t care if he is watching birds or not, it is illegal to trespass on someone else’s property.
Friend: Sir, he just saw some interesting birds at your –
Creeper: I tracked his footsteps all over my property yesterday *hence the name Creeper* (that was a lie. I ventured maybe ten feet max in two places on his property)
Friend: Well, we are sorry, and won’t bother you again. Have a nice day. Bye
So, you can see I had a pretty interesting experience today, and, to top it all off, an instant after the Creeper went back inside, a beautiful male Steller’s Jay came to a nearby ground feeder! Lifer!