I looked for our young sora, now that several folks have confirmed my ID, but didn’t see a sign of it this morning, so I hoped it was doing fine, and I headed to the river.
I was sure surprised to spot some dame’s rocket there still in bloom. I thought they’d all been replaced by asters by now.
Meanwhile, a cormorant was back to chillin’ out among the mallards on one of the “sand” bars.
A killdeer was back to foraging on the rocks and mud.
A hooded merganser was back to snoozing on a log.
And the mallards on the water are starting to pair off.
Back on shore, where they planted flowers to restore the riverbank after taking out the Estabrook dam, the birds were going crazy. Usually, when I stumble upon a spot like this, where a few birds are chirping and flitting about, I have about 5 minutes, tops, before they have all drifted away, and I find myself enjoying the silence all alone. Today, however, I must have enjoyed their company for a full 30 minutes, and they were still at it when I had to head back home. Therefore, I simply have too many pictures to include today, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for the rest. Sorry! But here’s a sample, a white-throated sparrow in “tan striped” form posing perfectly on a birch tree branch, just to whet your appetite.
Before I go, though, don’t forget to mark your calendars for the Shorewood Fish & Feather Festival in Hubbard Park on Saturday, October 2 from 11 to 3. I’ll be manning the Friends of Estabrook Park booth, and I’d love to see you there.
It wasn’t raining when I got up this morning, but it stayed pretty dark, so I took my time getting to the park in hopes that the forecast “partly cloudy” would come true. Well, it sure didn’t, and it even rained a bit, but the pond was hopping anyway!
I counted at least 15 wood ducks, and here’s five of them trying to perch on a log big enough to hold three of them, maybe.
Here’s a young male on a sturdier perch and really starting to show his colors.
Plus, there was a blue heron…
The young night-heron sleeping…
And a fishing green heron for the trifecta!
Most amazing sight of all, however, is this poor little guy huddled right on the path that goes around the pond. It’s about the size of a robin, and I first thought it might be a young starling but look at the size of its foot! The small wading birds around here that it could be include Sora (Porzana carolina), but their beaks look yellower in all the pictures I can find, and Virginia Rail (Rallus limicola), but their beaks are markedly longer, so I’m a bit stumped at the moment. If you can help sort out who this is, please drop me a line.
Right after I took this picture, I put my camera way and tried to get close enough to help it off the path, at least, but it wasn’t having any of that, and it got up on its own long legs and ran into the thick brush under the big oak tree. As I looked into the brush to check on it, it got up again and scampered farther in. So, the good news is that it is strong enough to run, it is now in a good hiding place, and let’s all hope that a parent is nearby to find and take care of it.
Phew! After that, I check in on the river, of course, and there was the usual contingent of mallards, a few geese, and one blue heron. The only picture I got is of another white-throated sparrow.
It’s raining pretty good now as I sit here typing this, so that’s all the pictures for today.
Anyway, I beat the other old guys with cameras to the pond today, so I had the green heron all to myself.
Plus, all the young wood ducks…
and this pair of mallards, the likes of whom we haven’t seen on the pond in months.
Luckily, Lisa came along soon enough to point out the young night-heron in a new spot at the north end for a change.
The little birds were quiet, though, so I headed to the river to see if it was still as active as yesterday. Well, it wasn’t quite as energetic, but there were still some faces we haven’t seen in a while and another sight I haven’t seen before.
One new face for the season is this handsome killdeer busily foraging among the stones in the river. It’s only gotta make it to southern Illinois to get through the winter, so it’s got plenty of time to hang out with us.
Another is this white-throated sparrow with just a bit of yellow between its eyes and beak and fresh in from upstate. We’re already in its winter range, so maybe it’ll stick around until it’s gotta head back north in spring.
And here’s the sight I’ve not seen before, a squirrel taking a sip from the river.
I could hear and catch some glimpses of Swainson’s thrushes, but no pictures today, and I don’t think I caught even a glimpse of a warbler or vireo. Maybe the winds were favorable last night, and they all took the train south while the going was good.
Happily for us, some of the coolest sights are stationary, and here’s one of them. These appear to be sulphur shelf or chicken of the woods mushrooms (Laetiporus sulphureus), but please don’t eat them based just on my opinion! They’re big, too. Each semicircle is about six inches across, or more.
Lastly, as you probably realize by now, I’m a sucker for New England aster, and the honeybee on this one made it darn near irresistible.
Well, the forecast is for showers tomorrow morning, so maybe my alarm clock will play a different tune. We’ll see soon enough.
Wow! Our luck with this beautiful weather just keeps holding. No matter what Billie Joe Armstrong says, I’m glad I’m not sleeping through this September.
I did sleep a little extra this morning, though, and by the time I got to the pond, there were already two guys taking pictures of the wood ducks on the west lawn, so I said good morning to the young night-heron on the east side and moved on to the river.
On my way, I spotted this little character who was wondering if I was really gonna take yet another squirrel picture, but who could resist that face, so yes, I did.
As I got to the water, I was greeted by another little cutie, this red-eyed vireo hopping around a willow tree hanging over the water.
Out on the water, one of the hooded mergansers was still here and taking a break from hunting crayfish at the moment.
But this wood duck hen was busy feasting on the latest fly hatch that was all over the water surface.
But wait. There’s more! The trees along the river were really alive this morning, and this female American redstart was contributing her splashes of color to the show.
Back out on the water, a pair of Canada geese were repeatedly dipping their heads into the water as they circled each other. If it were March or April, I’d have expected them to take it to the next level. I wonder if the pair with three good wings between them, who were also there this morning, looked on and reminisced about when they were young.
Meanwhile, more wood duck drakes in all their finery are showing up.
And a blue heron was watching it all from the island.
As I headed south, I spotted another little bird in a tree hanging out over the water, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a goldfinch, of which we’ve seen plenty lately. There were a few of them, however, and they all seemed to be heading to the ground, so I followed them to this surprising little scene.
I don’t know what they were after exactly, but I counted nine of them down on the mud, and they didn’t startle as I would have expected, so they must have been after something important. I hope nobody lost their keys.
One of them even had on a leg band! You can see it in the lower left of the image below. Wild, huh? That is a definite first for me.
Finally, I could hear plenty of woodpeckers working in the trees above, and here sharp-looking hairy one.
Lastly, the asters continue their pageant of colors, and here’s a bumble bee on a pretty, little, white one.
The beautiful weather continues in Estabrook today, and more asters continue to open throughout the park, so I hope you get a chance to visit.
When I arrived this morning, things were a little quieter than last time at the pond, with 7-8 wood ducks, one green heron, one young night heron, but no blue herons, mallards, or fancy wood duck drakes.
Here’s the green heron showing off what a strong grip it has.
Here’s the young night-heron with its eyes almost wide open for a change.
And here’s the green heron again sporting a completely different look.
I didn’t see anyone else around, so I headed to the river and found out why there were no blue herons on the pond. I counted at least four on the river this morning, and here’s a young one trying its luck at the falls.
Here’s a mature one taking a break on a sandbar at the north end.
While I was looking for a third one that I had seen from afar, this little wren caught my attention with its distinctive raspy call.
I never did get a better look at that third blue heron, but on my way south, I caught a glimpse of this pretty little warbler, and the white eye ring, light yellow belly, grayish back, and lack of wing bars make me think it’s a female or immature Nashville warbler.
By the time I got back to the falls, our young blue heron had come across to the east side, which gives us a chance to take a closer look at that big bill it has.
And finally use the falls as a nice background.
I spooked the fourth blue heron of the morning, who was also fishing on the east side, as I wandered down the river path and didn’t see it until it took off. Sorry.
Instead, I spotted this male belted kingfisher across the river just parked there for a while with its beak open and looking a little warm in the morning sun.
The weather was perfect again, and with the nip in the morning air and some leaves beginning to change color, it’s really starting to feel like autumn in Estabrook. After finding no herons or just the sleepy night-heron at the pond recently, I was surprised to find three different herons there is morning.
The young night-heron was sleeping, as usual.
But there was also a blue heron taking a break.
And a green heron was hard at work.
But that wasn’t even the biggest surprise! Along with the four young male wood ducks, five female wood ducks, and one mallard hen, there was a new adult male in full breeding plumage. We haven’t seen one of these in months!
You could tell he was new in town because he held back when everyone else came up on the lawn to see if I was the old guy with a camera who would feed them. Sorry, kids, that’s not me.
Anyway, I eventually moved on to the river and found one of the hooded mergansers taking a break from feasting on crayfish.
I also finally took this bittersweet picture. A Canada goose with a broken wing has been staying in the vicinity of the islands for a couple of weeks now, and its partner is staying with it. This morning is the closest to shore that they’ve come and the closest I’ve seen them together.
Farther south, along the river, a chipmunk waited for me to hurry up and take this picture so it could get back to stuffing its cheeks.
And a young blue heron was fishing at the falls, which is another sight we haven’t seen in a while.
So I waited a bit before venturing out, and it seems that all the birds just passing through had already gotten their worms and were either laying low, had already moved on, or had not yet arrived. Luckily, there were several regulars about who may have also waited the morning out with me.
At the pond, the young night-heron was back and nodding off near its usual spot.
I counted nine wood ducks today, and here’s a hen wondering if I’m the guy who feeds them bread from the bench on the west lawn, and if so, where’s the darn bread already.
Down at the river, a cormorant was back again and looking as satisfied as ever.
And a blue heron was taking a break from fishing and looking less contented.
Some big fish is thrashing in the water again, but I didn’t get a close enough look to identify them. Anyone know what’s running or spawning now?
Further south, by the falls, the asters continue to thicken and the black-eyed Susans continue to hold on, which can make for a pretty mix.
By the mudflats, which have been pretty quiet lately, a male kingfisher posed for us on the top of this stick on the far shore.
And this young blue heron focused intently on fishing in the grass on the near shore.
Lastly, this young-looking grey catbird appears about ready to enjoy a tasty treat.
The forecast looks a little dryer for tomorrow morning, so let’s hope that holds.
The day didn’t look very nice, with grey skies that dimmed the light pretty good at times, but the cooler air was nice, and the critters in Estabrook were out anyway and making the most of it. There were no herons that I could find at the pond again, but the wood ducks took it past eleven and all the way to twelve individuals this morning. No pictures caught my eye, however, so off to the river I went.
It didn’t take them long to get back to “fishing”, and man, oh man, were they having a morning. In ten minutes, I have pictures of at least five crayfish going down the hatch, but some came out blurry, so count your blessings.
Here’s an example of the thrashing the mergansers give the crayfish to prepare them for a ride down an esophagus.
Here’s a simul-catch.
The mergansers were just hauling them in and at one point I thought to myself, “are they catching wild animals or harvesting fruit?” Anyway, here’s one last picture of the three of them all hunting together.
The blue heron seemed to look upon the spectacle with some annoyance, but that look could just as well be aimed at me. For all the pictures I’ve taken of this one, you’d think we’d be best buddies by now.
Meanwhile, there was nearly as much action back on shore. The goldfinches were busy mining the cone flowers for seeds, and this little cutie took a short breather for this portrait.
They also explain that “Philadelphia and Red-eyed Vireos [whom we just saw last Wednesday] sing very similar songs, with Red-eyed’s usually sounding simpler and faster. As if to make matters more confusing, where these two species overlap on the nesting grounds, the Philadelphia Vireo may sing perfect imitations of Red-eyed song. These imitations, scientists speculate, might help the smaller Philadelphia to avoid aggression by the larger, heavier Red-eyed Vireo.“
Tricky little devils, eh? But, this one looks so innocent, doesn’t it?
Yesterday, I had a nice-enough picture of a bumble bee on a cut-leaf cone flower from about halfway to the south end on the river trail, but it didn’t make the final cut. So, as I walked by the same flowers today, perhaps the same bumble bee said, “Let’s try that again. I think I can do better,” and it sure did.
Finally, several dryad’s saddle mushrooms, aka pheasant’s back, are in various stages of development. Here a couple by the boardwalk in their early, pig-nosed stage.
And here are a few huge ones, dinner-plate sized, starting to look slightly past their prime at the south end.
I searched pretty good for any other surprises at the pond, but couldn’t find any, so headed to the river, as usual, and look who greeted me as I hiked down the bluff at the north end: a handsome, yellow-shafted male northern flicker. I’ve seen and heard more of them recently than I have in a while, and I’ve even heard their distinctive waka waka song, but haven’t seen their dance yet this year.
I also spotted this blue heron on my way down the bluff, who already has its eye on me, but hasn’t taken off yet. That white stuff floating on the water behind it is feathers, mostly mallard feathers, I believe.
Once I got to the river, the trees were alive with birds flitting here and there, and here’s a female or young male goldfinch showing off the pretty pattern on its wing and tail feathers.
Just a bit south of the waterthrush, I came across our first new migrant for the day, this sharp-looking black-and-white warbler (Mniotilta varia), who was up to the same task as the waterthrush for the same reasons.
The woods along the riverbank were also thick with our mystery thrushes, and here’s another one.
Finally, I stopped by the weeds beside the soccer field, and there’s a new, tiny aster open, which looks like awl aster (Symphyotrichum pilosum), that was full of bees and hornets.
Our string of picture-perfect weather continues, and there are still enough critters out and about to make a visit to Estabrook interesting.
I thought at first that I would have to report that there were finally no herons on the pond, but our night-heron had simply moved to a new spot on the island.
There were no mallards this morning, but still seven wood ducks, and here are a pair of hens collaborating.
And a couple of young males working alone.
As I was trying to get the night-heron picture above, I noticed there were several robin-sized birds also in that same tree.
It turns out that they are thrushes, but I didn’t get a good enough picture to distinguish between wood thrushes, hermit thrushes, or even Swainson’s thrushes. Heck, I can’t even really see the difference between the pictures on the Cornell Lab of Ornithology website. I’ve never seen a group of thrushes like that before, though, so these are probably migrants, which would eliminate wood thrushes, but that’s as far as I can go. Maybe I’ll have better luck next time.
I didn’t see any warblers at the pond today, so I headed to the river, where I spotted our regular blue heron on break.
And a mallard drake is coming out of eclipse and getting some of its fancy breeding plumage back.
I didn’t see the shovelers again, nor any other exciting new migrants, so I made my way south, and as I stepped onto the boardwalk below the beer garden, I spotted a plastic bag in the river below. I didn’t feel like going to get it because, if you’ve been there you know, I would have to walk all the way to the south end of the boardwalk, climb down to the river, and make my way all the way back to the north end to get that bag. Oh well, that’s how I spotted the beaver that one time last March, so I sucked it up, went after the bag, and this was my reward.
Finally, as I was wandering around below the boardwalk, I also spotted this tenacious little black-eye Susan growing straight out of the barren rock.
Lastly, but by no means leastly, look what I found as I made one last sweep of the southern parking lot on my way out of the park. Some kind soul already enjoyed three of them and must have wanted me to have the rest! Am I right?