The rain is done for now, and it became a beautiful morning in Estabrook Park after the clouds drifted away and the sun came out.

It didn’t take me long to find this female rose-breasted grosbeak looking to bask a bit in that nice, warm morning sun. We hardly see them over the summer, so I expect she’s from north of here and already on her way south for the winter.

I found only one wood duck on the pond, so I headed to the river, where I found a dozen more, but the less-common bird was this one, darling pied-billed grebe. It was busy gulping down a fish when I arrived, but those pictures didn’t come out too great, so here’s one from when it was done with breakfast and looking more presentable. It too is probably already on its way south for the winter.

On my own way back south, I came across this interesting scene in which several blue jays, of which one is pictured with its back to us, were trying to convince an American kestrel to look for breakfast elsewhere. The red structure they are on is a radio tower across the river.

While that was all unfolding above the far riverbank, a northern cardinal in mid-molt was feasting on a grape right in front of me.

Down the bluff from where there is a guardrail between the parkway and the path, a female or immature male bay-breasted warbler was playing coy.

Finally, a female monarch butterfly was sipping nectar from a bull thistle blossom in the weeds along the west side of the soccer fields.

Those are just the highlights from Estabrook because I still have some pictures from Sedona to show you. After our guide, Tim, showed us all the birds he could find near our Airbnb, he took us to the Sedona Wetlands Preserve created by wastewater effluent and now a National Geographic Geoturism Destination.

There we saw several American coots, just like the ones that visit Estabrook from time to time.

A sora, which we also see in Estabrook but not quite as often.

This amazing-looking grasshopper, which is probably a green bird grasshopper or green valley grasshopper (Schistocerca shoshone)

And nearly a dozen black-necked stilts, which I have seen in the Horicon Marsh and in South Holland but not yet in Estabrook.

There was also a redhead duck, a killdeer, a spotted sandpiper, a pied-billed grebe, three eared grebes, and a great blue heron, among several others, but they all kept too far away for my camera. Instead, I’ll leave you with this picture of a painted lady butterfly.

It’s a rainy morning in Estabrook Park, but I spent the weekend in Sedona, AZ, with a group of high school buddies, and we sprung for a guided birding tour, which was excellent, so here are some pictures from that.

We started on foot right from our Airbnb and headed up the side of nearby Sugarloaf Mountain. There were a lot of birds around, and here’s a male phainopepla (Phainopepla nitens), a silky flycatcher.

Here’s a female phainopepla, and you may recall that we also saw these in Big Bend National Park back in January.

A completely new bird for me, however, is this darling little verdin (Auriparus flaviceps), described as “one of the smallest passerines in North America.”

I also saw my first canyon towhee (Melozone fusca). They are not the most colorful bird, but they do show a “warm rufous patch under the tail.“

Despite the name, this female or immature lazuli bunting (Passerina amoena) was leaving the flashy plumage to the breeding males, of which I failed to spot an example.

The Woodhouse’s scrub jays (Aphelocoma woodhouseii), on the other hand, had color to spare, and here’s one fishing a pine nut out of a cone. Our guide, Tim, explained that they hide these nuts in caches.

They are said to devote a lot of time and energy to preventing other birds from finding their caches and searching out and stealing food from the caches of other birds.

Further, I read that “recent research has suggested that Woodhouse’s scrub jays, along with several other corvids, are among the most intelligent of animals. The brain-to-body mass ratio of adult scrub jays rivals that of chimpanzees and cetaceans.” Fun, eh?

Anyway, the pine nuts also attracted the attention of this juniper titmouse (Baeolophus ridgwayi).

There were several hummingbirds around, and here’s a female/immature male black-chinned hummingbird (Archilochus alexandri). It looks a lot like a female ruby-throated, which we see in Estabrook, but I read that “ruby-throated hummingbirds have a longer tail that extends beyond the wings,” and in another picture of this same bird, I can clearly see the short tail.

Here also is my very first female/immature male Anna’s hummingbird (Calypte anna). I was surprised to learn, when Tim pointed out the behavior, that hummingbirds are insectivores and we often watched them fly off a perch, catch an insect in midair, and return to the perch, just as flycatchers do. I haven’t seen that behavior in Estabrook, yet, but I’ll be keeping my eyes peeled for it now.

Finally, we often heard them, and their image or silhouette appears in signage all over town, but it took me a while to get a good look at a Gambel’s quail (Callipepla gambelii). This dashing figure happens to be a male.

While we’re in May 2022, I will never forget the encounter I had with this coyote on the day before I left for South Holland. It still gives me goosebumps.

With any luck, tomorrow morning I’ll have for you some pictures from my trip, my recent visit to Estabrook Park, or both.

Here’s my best picture of the amazing prairie warbler that visited Estabrook Park for a few days back in May, 2022. He made me work hard for this picture and then seemed to get bored with the game and just started singing.

Here’s a violet-green swallow from Craters of the Moon National Monument and Preserve in Idaho, also in 2021. I had never heard of such a creature, and I could barely believe my eyes when I got a good look at it.

As I mentioned yesterday, I’m on the road again today, and to tide you over here’s a barred owl I saw in Glacier National Park back in 2021 on a hike up to Avalanche Lake, another great trip planned by Anne. It is my one and only barred owl and the only time, so far, that I saw an owl flying, watched where it landed, and could capture a picture of it where it perched. Truly a magical moment.

Oof, the sky was, and as I write this still is, dark today, but critters gotta eat, so I managed to take some pictures anyway, even if they’re a bit dark and moody.

There was quite a crowd of wood ducks on the pond, I counted eleven, and this drake appears to be sporting the new fall line already.

I was happy to see that not all the sandpipers have already left for warmer waters, and here’s a nonbreeding/immature spotted sandpiper, who’s spots have not yet arrived, foraging on the rocks at the top of the falls.

At the north end, there was even a killdeer foraging on the vegetation that grows in the river and is now exposed by low water. I also saw two fly over, heading southwest, and they exchanged a few calls with the one below, but they decided not to join forces and continued on their way.

Finally, one of my favorite fall flowers is starting to open, New England aster, hairy Michaelmas-daisy, or Michaelmas daisy (Symphyotrichum novae-angliae formerly Aster novae-angliae) where. “‘Michaelmas daisy’ derives from the [tendency it has] to flower around September 29, the Feast of St. Michael,” and here’s a first look. With any luck, we’ll get plenty of pictures in the coming weeks of butterflies tanking up on these beauties for fall migration or winter hibernation, as the case may be.

Lastly, I’ve got another trip to go on, a short one this time, and due to all the positive feedback, I’ll cue up a few short posts to tide you over.

I was happy to see that we still have wood ducks on the pond, and I counted six of them today. Here is a drake, on the left, and a hen, on the right, acting like an old couple on the outs.

On the river, I was also happy to see that the green herons have not yet flown south, either.

The great blue herons do stick around for the winter, and this one looks like it’s soaking up sun while it can.

We even still have a great egret, taking a break from fishing to scratch an itch.

Back on shore, the warblers are still coming through, and here’s a non-breeding female or immature bay-breasted.

And here’s a female American redstart flashing her bright yellow tail patches.

As another enthusiast and I were watching the black chestnut trees for warblers, we were both quite sure we saw a pair of ketrels chasing each other as they soared overhead. Then, when I returned my attention to the river, I was excited to see that one had landed on a tree on the island. Upon closer inspection, however, it is clearly a juvenile peregrine falcon, and not one of the kestrels we were sure we saw. Plus, it’s sporting some nice jewelry.

Then, to complicate things further, there was a second raptor in the tree, and it looked much smaller. Maybe it was one of the kestrels, or maybe it was just a male falcon, which are “considerably” smaller than the females.

Well, hold onto your hats, because the second raptor is neither a falcon or a kestrel, but a merlin, instead. Ach du lieber! I surely have not seen a falcon and a merlin in the same tree before.

After all that excitement, I returned my attention to shore, and look who stopped by to fill up on some of the goldenrod that is in blossom everywhere now, a monarch butterfly.

Now that was a fine welcome back to Estabrook Park, eh?

On our last morning in the Amazon, at Antonio’s Lodge, I had sort of a magical moment in which I just kept seeing one new bird after another. The previous morning, I had parked in the observation tower they have, in hopes of seeing birds at eye level or below, and I did see that hummingbird and the orange-winged parrot from there, but not much more. Walking around on the ground instead seemed to expose me to a lot more, even though I had to contend with a light sky background.

The first bird to catch my eye was this amazing green-backed trogon (Trogon viridis), and I couldn’t believe how nicely it posed. I had never even heard of “trogons” before. Have you?

This chestnut woodpecker (Celeus elegans), our third woodpecker of the trip, was energetically picking fruit from this tree nearly the whole time, and it was often half buried in leaves or branches, but not always.

When I spotted this stunner, I thought it was another blue dacnis, which we first saw just yesterday, and I even logged it as such. It was only in the process of sorting through all the pictures in order to write these posts, however, that I realized it was a completely different bird, a spangled cotinga (Cotinga cayana), and not even in the same family as the dacnis, though they are both passerines. Note that the color reproduction in my image may look fake or pushed too far to overcome the backlighting, but it is pretty accurate, and the Pedia of Wik describes them as “bright turquoise-blue with a large deep wine-red throat.” You can check out the ebird picture here for reference.

In contrast, here’s the drabbest parrot, a dusky parrot (Pionus fuscus), that you may ever see.

As if the green-backed trogon above wasn’t enough trogon for one day, check out this Guianan trogon (Trogon violaceus) sporting a yellow eye-ring instead of white. It too has a yellow belly, that you can just see a corner of, but it didn’t want to flaunt it.

After all those exotics, check out this familiar face, a red-eyed vireo (Vireo olivaceus) just like the ones we see in Estabrook Park. It appears that some migrate to Wisconsin, and beyond, while some just stay in the Amazon year-round.

This next bird, a chestnut-bellied seedeater (Sporophila castaneiventris), was the last bird I photographed that I knew was new to me at the time. After the “cotinga incident”, however, I should probably comb through all my pictures again, to see what else I might have missed, but not today.

Instead, let’s just enjoy another glimpse of a turquoise tanager from that last morning, …

a fun look at a female silver-beaked tanager digging breakfast out of a local fruit, and …

my last wildlife picture of the trip, of a pretty little Labe satyr butterfly (Vanima labe).

Even if I don’t find any new birds, I still have a few other pictures to sprinkle into future reports, but this concludes the Brazil-heavy portion of our program, for now. Thanks to Anne for planning the whole adventure and making it possible.

I couldn’t make it to Estabrook Park again today, so that means more room for Amazonian wildlife. As I mentioned yesterday, we traveled back to Manaus from the Dolphin Lodge, where we spent the night, and the next morning we started the four-hour boat-car-boat trip to “Amazon Antonio’s Lodge”. While the Dolphin is south of Manaus and not on true “black water“, Amazon Antonio’s is northeast of Manaus and is supposed to be on true “black water“. One big takeaway was that Amazon Antonio’s was not supposed to have any of the mosquitoes that Dolphin lodge had, which wasn’t too many anyway, and I’ve experienced way worse in Waterford, WI. A big visual difference was that there were no floating mats of vegetation around the trees growing out of the water and even white, sandy beaches in some spots.

Anyway, the wildlife was amazing but different. Let’s get to it.

Right away after we arrived, I spotted this stunner skulking about in the foliage over the bank down to the river, and he turns out to be a blue dacnis or turquoise honeycreeper (Dacnis cayana), I can also see a female in some of the images, but I wasn’t aiming at her, so they didn’t come out as nice.

There were plenty of macaws, parrots, and parakeets around, but they were usually flying by noisily at a distance. This orange-winged amazon (Amazona amazonica), also known locally as orange-winged parrot, and its companion were happy exceptions to that rule.

There were hummingbirds, of course, and this little cutie sticking its tongue out at me appears to be a black-eared fairy (Heliothryx auritus)

Here it is feeding from the flowers of what looks like some species of tree in the Inga genus, perhaps Inga edulis, known as ice-cream bean.

On our second day at Amazon Antonio’s, our guide took us on a long hike deep into the forest. A big surprise was how much the forest changed as we got away from the river. Once we moved beyond the sandy riverbanks, which didn’t support tall trees, we came to small rolling hills covered with the kinds of tall trees we had seen at the previous lodge, and that’s when we spotted our second woodpecker of the trip, a yellow-throated woodpecker (Piculus flavigula)

We eventually reached a campsite with a nice clearing, little waterfall, and pool where our guide cooked us lunch. The soil in the clearing attracted a lot of butterflies, and here’s a trio of Florida or tropical whites (Appias drusilla).

And here’s a dapper-looking Crethon daggerwing (Marpesia crethon), cousin to the Orsilochus daggerwing (Marpesia orsilochus) we saw at the previous lodge.

Once we hiked back out to the lodge on the river, I finally got the best picture I was gonna get of this majestic-looking yellow-headed caracara (Milvago chimachima), seemingly saying to the fork-tailed flycatcher, “whadda you doin’ in my tree?” Since we had arrived at Anotnio’s, I had seen at least three individuals, perhaps a fledged family gliding from our shore to that tree and back, but I could not get a good picture, and this will have to do.

Here’s a couple of blurry pictures of a caracara snatching an eel or snake out of the river near the Dolphin lodge.

Finally, let me wrap up the first day and a half at Antonio’s with this amazing creature, which appears to be an assassin bug, perhaps (Calliclopius nigripes).