Greetings once again from the road. I have to say, birding wise things are going quite well on our trip to the northwest. 54 species have been added to my annual count and with the 3 lifers found today that number includes a total of 13 first timers. Not too shabby and we are not even a third of the way through the excursion. We are officially at the site of the Canine Performance Events Agility Nationals (outside Seattle/Tacoma) and time for Ruger and Linda to take to the ring. The birding will take a back seat for a few days while attention shifts to the obstacle course. Once that is over we’ll be focused back on our feathered friends…speaking of which, let’s get you to today’s feature.
Continuing with the theme, hit the jump to read more about this southwestern specialty.
Greetings from the road! It has been a week out now and it has been a mixed bag of good and bad – fortunately, more of the former. The weather has started out rough, but the last couple of days has been fantastic. We brought the wrong tripod head for Linda’s planned waterfall pictures, but we were able to remedy that today with a drive into Portland, OR. Grateful they were open on a Sunday of a holiday weekend and even more surprising had the exact head we needed. Just for the record, we really have no interest in going back to that city and I’ll leave that there. So far, challenges encountered, challenges surmounted. Best of all, the birding has lived up to expectations. Even though I haven’t moved into full birding mode I’ve been able to add 42 birds to my count with 8 lifers putting me at 342+3 for the year – and #556 in the US yay! 60 more birds to beat last year’s record, I think I can do it.
Unfortunately, I am not doing very well with staying on top of the posts for this month and technically behind – big thanks to Brad for keeping me above water. Kicking back into things with another entry in the “May I have another chance” series.
Prepare yourself to be underwhelmed and hit the jump to learn about this Zebra bird.
As you already know, Linda and I are on our way out to the CPE Agility Nationals in Washington. I have to say, we did not have the best start weatherwise. On our first night we had to shelter in a campground laundry building in Council Bluffs, IA while tornado warnings blared around us. The next night we hunkered down in Ogalalla, NE as I-80 was shut down due to a 5-8″ snow storm that came through that night. Top it off, the next day we sat parked on I-80 for 3 hours while they hauled semis out of the median combined with some idiot’s decision to take a main east-west thoroughfare down to one lane due to construction for miles and miles. In all this chaos, there has been one bright spot – the birding has been awesome! Since we left, I am now up 27 birds for the year with 2 lifers and 3 brand new states lit up on my eBird account…and this isn’t even with my usual hardcore birding as we have basically been getting the RV setup at whatever state we ended up in and hitting the closest birding hotspot with whatever time we had left. I’ll kick into the real birding endeavor once we get past the agility event. Needless to say, I am pretty exhausted from the travel so going to put my May series on pause and let Brad take over with another fun adventure from Down Under. Take care everyone, I’ll touch base again soon.
Take it away Brad…
I know in the past I have commented how many house sparrows Jan and I seem to find on our travels. Well, there’s another family of birds that seems to be just as prevalent, and just as varied. Today’s bird is also typically lumped under the same family name without being identified as a separate species by many casual observers: Sea gulls or just plain gulls. I did my best to try to differentiate some of them here, at least the ones we could find in South Carolina. Today’s story takes us to a place far from South Carolina. So far away, in fact, that it makes South Carolina look like it’s North.
Jan and I first spotted one of the subject gulls while changing planes in Sydney on our way to Melbourne. Having the cameras packed, I made a mental note that there’s another one of those darned birds near an airport. Though this one looked a little bit different from the versions we see in the States. But after flying 22 hours overnight with little sleep, I was hard pressed to make any sort of identification
My what red feet you have… hit the jump to learn more about this slippered bird’s interesting behavior.
By the time you are reading this we should be well on our way to the Pacific Northwest. Ruger (and Linda) qualified for the Canine Performance Event (CPE) Agility Nationals which are being held outside Seattle, Washington. This is our first time to that region outside of work – there is a certain software giant near there that I may or may not have been responsible for managing our corporate partnership and thus may or may not of had reason to travel there. From there we head south eventually making a quick run into San Diego for a family wedding before heading back through southeastern Arizona. All in providing 6 never before birded states and the chance to visit some of our favorite “staples” as we say to fill up the tins and push to hopefully a new Average Year record (link here). In case you are keeping score at home, I am now sitting at 302 species for the year including 3 provisionals. Last year I hit the 400 threshold (link here) and with the new states sitting in a good position to reach new heights. Meanwhile, absolutely chaos here trying to Tetris everything in place we need to haul out there. I promise to get caught up on the comments and responding to all your posts once on the road and have time to think ha. Note, I will likely be sparse(r) on my posts, but just received a whole batch of new adventures from Brad so you will be in excellent hands while I am traveling. Oh, and happy birthday Brad!
Okay, let’s get to the next edition of “May I have another chance”. This particular entry is not entirely my fault as our featured feathered friend here has mastered the ability to keep some annoying obstacle between my glass and its body. By the time it ran out of interference my arms were so tired the shots were softened – ugh.
Grab your dictionary and hit the jump as it is time to test your Latin word origins.
It has been a good week around the Intrigued HQ. To kick things off we held what I believe to be our 4th Annual Intrigued Corporate Warbler Watch and Walk in the Woods event. Jan was busy organizing her St. Jude event at the local high school, but Brad was able to make it out along with Lisa, a fellow local birder who we met up while we were down in Texas – it really is a small world. We got some really good finds and had a great day walking the back trails at a nearby state park. This time managed to come back tick free unlike the week before when one of those hell spawn blood sucking heathens broke my defenses and started draining me of vital fluids. Follow that up with another outing with Brad to tin the Prairie Warbler for the year. Talking about calling your shot, Brad said it would be at this place and audible from the parking lot. Sure enough, we make a quick loop around a nearby field where we heard then spotted it and then right when we got back to the parking lot, there was another one waving and singing its sweet notes for our listening pleasure – note, it did occur to me it was really just mocking us for walking right past it into the field. The recent bird haul put me at 302 with my 3 provisionals for the year! Then the cherry on top, came home from that successful Warbler check and popped off my first 10 mile nonstop run. Life is good.
Per my last post, this month’s theme is “May I have another [chance]” where I am featuring field encounters that didn’t … for a kind perspective…go as well as expected. Primarily this involves some degree of craptastic execution behind the glass. Not always my fault (okay, mostly my fault, well, all my fault) the shots came out soft, blown out, dark abyss or eclipsed. Normally these would be promptly slammed into the circular file with a fitting commentary, but some of these are lifers and no telling when I’ll get another chance at it…but when I do, I PROMISE to get better tins. With that said, here is today’s less than stellar featured feathered friend.
This particular species is especially painful as I did get a second chance and pretty much blew that as well. Hit the jump and I’ll show you what I was able to clean up enough to tell it is at least a bird.
Welcome to May everyone! I’d say that April went by fast, but I just think my time perception needs a calibration to make the accelerated calendar page turning frequency the new norm. I’ll just note when it goes slower than expected. A couple of quick notes on the personal front. Successfully completed my first ~9.5 mile nonstop run on pavement with some serious hills in the mix. There is still pain (norm per surgeon), but it feels strong and time to start pushing it to get back into ultra shape – yay!! The other note is we’ll be heading to the northwest in a couple of weeks for the Canine Performance Events Agility Nationals competition. Not exactly excited about the drive, but, as currently planned, at least 6 brand new states to bird and a pass through my favorite birding locations in Nevada and Arizona on the trek back. Translated, a lot more fodder to share on the blog – double yay!!
With that out of the way, let’s discuss May’s theme. Last month I hit you with the Breeding Season and a few months before that the Circle of Life. Thinking I am going with “Thank you sir, May I have another [chance]” (link here). Long form, I am always thankful for the opportunity to observe a given species, but at times I’d really appreciate another chance to execute on the capture. To a person, we here at Intrigued do our very best to bring you the very best photography product we can to accompany our experiences. Our cleaning personnel can attest to the piles of rejects on the cutting room floor in the digital darkroom. The downside is a number of our +1s from the field may go uncelebrated due to technical mistakes, obstructed views or fleeting observations. Every once in a while, I’ll comb through the trash and pull out a few shots to keep just as evidence for the listing. If you have seen the Listers documentary on YouTube (and you definitely should if you are a birder – link here), you’ve witnessed the feeling when a sighting is “stolen away”. We’ll see how this goes – might end it early if the images give me too much cringe – but let’s start with this +1 featured feathered friend.
Wait, that is definitely not a +1, hit the jump to learn about what was flying nearby which was definitely a lifer!
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