Temps were not especially cold this morning in Estabrook, but the air was damp, the breeze was noticeable, and the cloud cover was thick, so it really evoked for me Simon and Garfunkel’s “deep and dark December.”
Nevertheless, birds gotta eat, and here’s a female belted kingfisher searching for its breakfast from one of the guy wires that span the river and support the towers on the far shore.
The big surprise of the day came by the upstream island when crows alerted me to a bald eagle enjoying its fish over the far riverbank. Here it is reaching to take a bite.
Here it is with a nice big hunk in its beak.
And here it is all finished and letting its belly get to work.
As seems to be the norm lately, the air was cold and calm, and the sky was thick with clouds that the sun would poke through once in a while. There is also still plenty of snow on the ground and tree branches to deaden the urban ambient noise, so it was another fine morning in Estabrook Park.
The first big surprise was finding six common merganser hens on the river just upstream of the islands. They looked right at home in the icy water, and with any luck, they’ll stick around all winter, or at least until the ice starts to melt. With even more luck, maybe some goldeneyes and buffleheads will join them.
My third surprise came with a fanfare of crow caws, when the trio of crows that were just hanging out on and around the upstream island suddenly made a beeline for our shore and began making a ruckus. Look who I found when I went to investigate, our first great horned owl in quite a while. I wish I had a way to know if this is the owlet, all grown up, or one of its parents, but I don’t. Sorry.
If you think its “horns” look especially perky today, well that’s because a murder of crows was breathing down its neck. By my last count, a total of eight crows had accumulated to urge the owl to go perch somewhere else.
Finally, things were pretty quiet at the pond, and perhaps this gorgeous Cooper’s hawk is part of the reason why.
It appears that we’re in for similar weather tomorrow, if a little warmer, a little breezier, and a little cloudier, so I hope that brief patch of pretty blue sky can see you through until Thursday.
It sure was a pleasure to start out December in Estabrook Park with it looking and feeling like winter, for a change. As forecast, the air was cold and nearly still this morning, and the wind hadn’t yet blown all the snow off the branches, which really helps soak up sound. Thus, there was very little background noise, and I was really able to hear the birds.
The first photogenic bird I heard, as I made my way north along the river, was this female belted kingfisher waiting for her breakfast to show its little fins.
The first big surprise of the morning came as I approached what’s left of the falls and spotted this wood duck drake dabbling in the remaining open water. He might be from up north and not used to seeing people because I wasn’t even within the width of the pond from him, but he bolted anyway. “Good luck, Buddy!”
Then it was time to meet the wildlife walkers at the beer garden parking lot, and we only had one today, but that’s okay. We checked the water around the islands, and we saw dozens of Canada geese and mallards, but we couldn’t find a sign of any killdeer. Next, we visited the pond and found a couple of fox sparrows, a few white-throated sparrows, both pictured below, and a slew of house sparrows and finches, but no redpolls today.
Eventually, my visitor had to get on with her day, so I headed back to the river to make my way home, and wouldn’t you know it, that’s when and where the killdeer showed up. Ha!
By then, as you might have noticed, the sun was starting to burn through the clouds a bit, so I cranked up my shutter speed and tried my luck with a flighty chickadee. At least it held its head still for 1/500th of a second.
Farther downstream, I found my next biggest surprise of the morning, this young bald eagle perched high over the river.
Finally, what’s a visit to a snowy Estabrook Park in December without a northern cardinal picture. Those look like spindle seeds it’s munching on, and it’s just too bad that the sun didn’t stick around for that shot. Oh well, maybe next time.
The forecast for tomorrow looks similar, but perhaps with a bit more sun, which I wouldn’t mind one bit.
I dream of days like this, when the snow has come down light and fluffy, at least near the end of the storm, piles up on every branch, and quits by sunrise, so I get to go enjoy the view before the wind picks up and knocks it all off.
Even better, a big gap in the clouds soon rolled through so the sky was an achingly beautiful blue, and the sun lit up the birds for us. Here’s a red-bellied woodpecker in the oak tree by the pond checking to see if the sun will ever warm it up a bit. “Soon, Sweetie, soon.”
Here is the full effect, at last, bathing this mourning dove in a warm glow.
The next big surprise of the morning came just after I crossed the parkway on my way from the pond to the river. I caught a glimpse of a canid crossing the road about a couple hundred yards away and just before it ducked behind a snowbank. I hustled past some trees, got my camera ready, and hoped against hope that it would be a coyote and that it would come back out into the open. Well, today was my lucky day. Ta da!
Here’s another scenery shot showing the reshaped falls under that gorgeous blue sky.
By the islands, I was surprised again by the call of a killdeer, and it only took me a moment to find two of them in the same place we saw them on Friday. This time, however, as I tried to get as close as they let me get last time, I inadvertently flushed six others that I hadn’t even noticed. Thankfully, at least one stayed behind for a picture.
Back at the pond, I was thrilled to find the Cooper’s hawk, which I had spotted earlier, still there to let me sneak a better shot.
Finally, as I continued around the back side of the pond and started my way home, I heard this dark-eyed junco making its little “tick” sound as it feasted on sumac seeds. There are plenty of juncos around, and I just showed you one yesterday, but this one is sporting the plumage of the “Oregon” form, which is considered “rare” here.
Lastly, the current forecast calls for the air to be a crisp 14°F at 8am tomorrow, but the wind should only be 3 mph, so conditions should be quite nice for spotting wildlife. Come on out and join our weekly walk, if you’ve got the clothing for it.
It started snowing just around sunrise this morning, as was foretold, but I needed the walk anyway, so out the door I went. Things were pretty quiet in Estabrook Park, as one might imagine on a snowy Saturday, but I did see a few birds.
And here’s a female northern cardinal giving a house sparrow some advice, such as “don’t you be eating my seed.”
Finally, how could I pass up a bright red male northern cardinal.
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It was colder than yesterday in Estabrook Park this morning, with temps in the low 20s, but the breeze was lighter, the sky was clearer, and I think there was less traffic noise, so conditions were great for a Black Friday visit.
My first surprise of the morning came at the pond when I spotted a muskrat foraging for vegetables in a spot where the ice hadn’t yet formed. We haven’t seen one since September, so it was nice to learn that at least one is still there.
The boldness, to which I am referring in the title, started with this white-breasted nuthatch beside the river. Sure, I can totally see how a critter might relax its tolerance for people a bit in the cold if the only alternative is to fly away, but this little cutie was already on the move, busily foraging along the trunks of trees at the water’s edge, and it just kept foraging right towards me. I eventually had to back up so I could even get a shot with my long lens, which sure beats the most common alternative. That it also struck this iconic pose for me was just whipped cream on the pie.
The next big surprise came on the exposed river bottom beside the upstream island. I heard a killdeer call before I saw them, but I dismissed it as a false positive because it is so late in the season. When I did finally check the water for odd ducks, I saw one killdeer at first, and it soon trotted over to its partner. Boy, I sure hope the sun warms up the mud enough for those two to glean the calories they need to continue their flight south.
When I turned inland, I spotted this huge red-tailed hawk perched high over the far side of the meadow. I snapped a picture right away, but then I faced the quandary of how to continue my route without disturbing the bird. I could have backtracked, but I tried a trick instead that has worked sometimes in the past, shielding my eyes with my hand as I walked past so that it could see that I wasn’t looking its way, and that worked today. Yay!
As I made my way back downstream atop the bluff, I came across a couple of crows foraging in the grass, and when they didn’t fly off right away, I tried to get between them and the sun so that it would light them up nicely. I gave myself 50/50 odds, with these usually quite shy birds, but today was my lucky day. Their new-found boldness really showed as I crouched behind a light pole, which I can’t believe would fool anyone, but they just kept foraging towards me. Since I was crouching down, backing up wasn’t a very good option this time, so I was glad to get this nice portrait before they got too close.
Finally, as I was checking all the house finches on my second visit to the pond, in hopes that a purple finch, pine siskin, or redpoll might be hiding amongst them, this house sparrow struck a pretty irresistible pose.
I see that the snow is supposed to start falling around sunrise tomorrow, but perhaps I’ll be able to sneak some pictures before it gets too heavy. Keep your fingers crossed.
Before I left, I was also able to sneak one more picture, of this gorgeous, red-shouldered hawk as it soaked up some warm morning sun while searching for some breakfast.
Back in Estabrook this morning, things were pretty quiet, as you might imagine. I couldn’t find any redpolls at the pond, but there were plenty of house finches, and here’s a handsome male.
I couldn’t find any odd ducks on the river, yet, either, but a pair of belted kingfishers are still fishing around the islands, and here’s the female.
Back up the pond, this mourning dove tricked me for a second with a striking shadow across its face.
Anne and I are at her mom’s place for dinner today with her extended family, my folks are at my brother’s place out east, and I hope that you and your family are able to celebrate the holiday together, as well.
I know I told you that I wouldn’t have time to go looking for wildlife on this trip, but there I was, minding my own business, and simply stepping outside to greet my brother and his son, who had come over to help pack up my folks’ worldly possessions, and I noticed a bird in the woods behind them because it seemed large and swooped down near the base of a big tree, which suggested a tantalizing possibility. So, I quickly said, “hi, come on in,” and ran inside myself to grab my camera and my binoculars.
Once I had my gear, I started scanning the woods, and the first bird I found was this little downy woodpecker. Sure, I’ve shown you dozens of downy woodpecker pictures that are better than this, but I’m telling a story here, so bear with me.
Then another bird moved, and this one was a little bigger, but it was “just” a northern flicker. They’ve been gone from Estabrook for the winter since October, but are still hanging out in Connecticut, and that’s not the bird I’m looking for, either.
A couple of red-bellied woodpeckers stopped in, and this one at least posed against the pretty blue sky, but they were still not who I was hoping to find.
They have been reported in Estabrook, but I haven’t seen one there yet, and I have seen only one in all of Wisconsin, so far. But here’s one right in my folks’ backyard. It moved around a bit, and it did let me have a little better look, but then it moved on to check the trees closer to my sister’s house.
Well, the movers are coming this morning, and if things go well, we’ll be sleeping under a new roof tonight, so wish us luck.
As I mentioned last time, I’m back out in CT, but this is a “work” trip, so I don’t have time to go looking for wildlife, unfortunately. I do have a minute, however, to dig up some more pictures from our recent trip to Central America, and this time they’re from Belize.
Here’s one more look at a magnificent ringed kingfisher, but this time at Crooked Tree Lodge.
Here’s another look at that gorgeous vermilion flycatcher, but this time he’s giving you a side view so you can better see his black wings and tail.
Finally, here’s a long-tailed flicker on Caye Caulker, where they were plentiful but quick moving. They look quite similar to the silver-spotted skippers we see in Estabrook, and I tried and tried to get a picture that better showed off their long tails, but this was the best I could do.
Okay. Now I’d better get busy helping to pack up a household before my sister gets any more annoyed with me and starts calling me “Androit!”
Well, it’s rainy and dark this morning, just as forecast. Plus, I’m under a bit of a time-crunch today, so let’s see if there aren’t any trip pictures left that I haven’t already shown you.
We saw these pretty little birds, ruddy ground doves (Columbina talpacoti), in several locations, and I was sure I had shown you a picture before, but it appears I was mistaken. So, here’s a pair seeking cover in some blossoming bougainvillea on a side street in Flores, Guatemala.
Finally, I may have run out of butterflies to show you, so here’s a large grass hopper, instead, which was about the size of the first two digits of my middle finger, and which we saw repeatedly crawling around the outdoor pathway to our hotel room at Tikal. My sources tell me that it’s a Romalea obscura, which is a species of “horse lubber”, and I read further that they get that name from their “head shape, which resembles a small horse’s head, and the term ‘lubber’ from its large, slow, and ‘lubberly’ (clumsy) movements.” I’m not sure I see the horse head, but I can confirm that this individual was not quick on its feet.
Lastly, I’m headed back to CT this afternoon to help my mom and dad move out of the home they’ve lived in for nearly 60 years and the home I grew up in. Two of my siblings will also be there, but I’m sure we can still use all the luck we can get, so please keep your fingers crossed for us. I’ll post when I can, but service may be spotty for the next few days.