Jan Marks – Page 3 – Life Intrigued

Ready for My Close-up…by Brad Marks

Welcome to February everyone! Well, as of last Saturday, we are officially back home – our winter southern migration has come to an end. Thankfully, Ol’ Man Winter took pity and welcomed us back with rather nice weather – at least for this time of the year in the Midwestern tundra. Have to say I am rather exhausted from our extended southern stay. Not sure if that is the results of daily nonstop birding or having to haul this damn boat anchor around ..while daily nonstop birding. Need to take a few days to recover and start getting everything back in order from the trip – emails to read (6,600 to be exact), transfer all the photos to NAS (727G worth) and a host of other things sure to numb the mind. One bright spot to mention, I made it to 12th on the top 100 Texas Birders list and shockingly 79th on the top US Birders list! The former will fall now that we have left that great state, but we can continue to work on the overall stats (work being code for I’ll continue birding as normal and just check in from time to time to see where I happen to be ha). While I get things back in order, Brad is going to take the helm and bring you an outing from a MUCH warmer time.

Take it away Brad…

After Brian and I successfully completed the world’s first ever International Warbler Watch and Walk in the Woods or IW4 (link here), I spent a morning with my friend, Ray, in his back yard. Ray’s photography style specializes in his kids, and close-up photos of nature. He has dozens of projects going on simultaneously and occasionally, just occasionally, I can get him to “focus” long enough for a photo walk in the woods. In reality, the walk was mostly in the wooded ravine in his back yard. The general area where we both live is on the edge of a bluff overlooking the Illinois River. Most of the houses are surrounded by ravines and woods full of wildlife, both furred and feathered. Wooded lot lines get all confused when ravines are involved, which is a polite way to say we wandered a bit.

Hit the jump to read more about our ravine wanderings.

Open Wide…by Brad Marks

First off, let’s welcome Brad and Jan who are now safely back from assignment across the pond. Can’t wait to read about all their finds in future posts.

As for us, we are officially out of the Rio Grande Valley now and technically on the homeward phase of our southern migration. Currently outside San Antonio at one of my favorite parks in Texas, Guadalupe River State Park. Unfortunately, it is rainy and cold but far “birdier” than expected – added 11 birds for the year here so far, which officially puts me over 200 species for this year’s Average Year. (link here). Right on par with my 2023 high water mark and well above last year’s 325 mark. Now 2/3rds of the way to the 300 goal and we haven’t even made it out of the first month. Best part is we continue to meet wonderful people from near and far. Before I forget, I need to apologize to the couple from Canada I met today as I accidentally gave them a bad ID. Somehow a Downy Woodpecker I was tracking in a nearby tree secretly swapped in a Ladderback WP when I was distracted. Just noticed the error when I was reviewing my shots – Downy, Downy, hot mess of twigs, Downy, crappy shot of a tree trunk, Downy, Downy, Ladderback WTH hehehe. Sorry about that. Ironically, the Merlin Photo ID functionality I was showing you at the time was correct (to the rest of the fine people conversed with on today’s hike, no other errors were discovered ha).

While I catch up on the techy birding paperwork and start drawing up this year’s stretch goals for the staff, going to turn you over to Brad to update you with another assignment from across the pond.

Take it away Brad…

No, this isn’t about dentists, so you can all relax — this won’t hurt a bit.

Jan and I had the recent fortune of being able to visit with her English relatives in, where else, England. The extended family (Jan’s cousin Louise and her husband Steve, Louise’s mum Margaret and dad John, the pups Finn and Red, and Jan and I) decided to take an October holiday. We stayed in a thatched roof cottage in Dorset near the English Channel. During one of the “warmer” days (upper 40’s Fahrenheit) most of us took a trip seaside (John elected to stay warm in the cottage). In October you ask? Yes, why not.

All of us enjoyed the trip through the English countryside (via the C-roads) to Lyme Regis on the coast of the English Channel. For those unfamiliar with C-roads across the pond, think of a very narrow single-lane road lined with tall hedge sprouting from the edge of the pavement. I forgot to mention, there is still two-way traffic on a C-road. Steve was driving, thankfully, (not quite sure they trust my driving on the other side of the road yet after the sunroof incident) and secured one of the eight parking spaces near the beach. Once Steve paid the small fee to park the car (I didn’t have any of the English parking apps on my phone), we started a stroll along the beach. Remember, this is taking place in October in England. That means the words “beach” and “shivering “will most likely appear in the same sentence.

Lyme Regis is known for many things, but the most recent famous fact anyone can recall is Mary Anning’s discovery of the first plesiosaur skeleton in 1823. At the time, women simply didn’t do archeology (Jurassic thinking, by the way) so her work was largely dismissed by the establishment. Oh sure, the establishment took the credit. However, none of the credit made it to Mary until after her passing. She also discovered the first known pterosaur (later to be called a pterodactyl) outside of Germany. Mary pioneered the study of coprolites (fossilized poo). Sort of poetic with the times she lived in, don’t you think?

The area around Lyme Regis has become known as the Jurassic Coast.

European Herring Gull found by Brad Marks

Hit the jump to learn about some Gully behavior.

Two in the Bush…by Brad Marks

Welcome to 2025 everybody!! Admittedly, I am now officially 0 for 2 in actually getting the date right, but don’t worry, the year is still young…there will be plenty more mistakes ha. The Intrigued holiday break is officially past and those not already assigned to the field are back in the office, stoking the fireplaces, cleaning up after the raucous year end party and based on the last weather report, shoveling the parking lot and salting the walkways. Fortunately, Linda and I are getting ready to enjoy the sun-soaked days of South Padre Island. Birding has been excellent so far including some very successful chases to pad the 2024 Average Year (not updated, link here) and getting the 2025 version off to a great start. Best of all, we have met some extremely kind and helpful birders on our trip down here! A big thank you and shoutout to Tim, Q, Tom, Tonya and Arthur – best of luck on your 2025 birding goals. While I dig out the sunscreen and finish up all the 2024 paperwork (hope I didn’t leave all those staff expense reports in the fireplace, wink), Brad is going to bring you a few finds from Sin City.

Take it away Brad…

As Brian has stated many times over the years, he has quite a backlog of photos to process and write stories about. I’m nowhere near his backlog levels. Even if I am, it’s only because of the grueling travel schedule Intrigued HQ has Jan and I on this year. Looking back through the queue of stories, I found this one that I had started, but had “misplaced” and not taken the time to finish. This story is from our trip to Las Vegas during September 2023.

In the afterglow of seeing a Desert Tortoise (see here) in Red Rock Canyon outside of Las Vegas, Jan and I decided to drive to the Willow Springs Picnic area to see the Petroglyph Wall.

We arrived at the park late in the day, after 4:30pm. Shadows were long in the canyon. We weren’t hopeful of seeing many desert birds. The shadows also helped reduce the desert temperature to a comfortable range while standing outside of the air-conditioned rental car. Early Fall can be quite warm in the desert. Forget about that “dry heat” nonsense, hot is hot. While we did see a few musings carved in the stone at the Petroglyph Wall, that wasn’t the really interesting part.

As Jan and I walked further up the trails and into the shadows in the canyon, we were cranking up the ISO as we went. Our cameras (replaced with the next model since writing this story, they did each have over 200K clicks on them) were most effective up to about ISO 3200, but past that it’s really an iffy proposition to get publishable photos. As it was, I thought I was stretching the cameras to the max with high ISO, aperture as wide as the lens would allow and a slower shutter speed than I would like to be using. Nikon’s Vibration Reduction (VR) helped a bit, but not nearly enough to keep the other settings low enough to catch spastic little birds in the scrub brush.

Sure enough, there were two little birds teasing us mercilessly. These LBJ’s lived there and probably knew our cameras were being taxed. Both of them were within feet of the ever-darkening trail. Each would flit to the outside of their respective bush/shrub, pause for about 1/250^th of a second, and then bury themselves in the dark interiors again.

Bewick's Wren found at Red Rocks Canyon Conservation Area by Brad Marks

Hit the jump to read more about these very active finds.

Pfffffft…by Brad Marks

We are officially on our winter migration south… by way of north. We had Linda’s family Christmas gathering in Des Moines, IA and decided to simply start our trek to Texas directly from there. We had a great time with family, but I keep forgetting what a pain winterized RVing is. Mr. Freeze decided to give us a final reminder of what we were going to miss as the temps dove back down into the teens while there (link here). We looked like the kid from A Christmas Story all layered up in half our packed Texas wardrobe ha! Finally made it below freezeline today, completely de-winterized and life is good beyond this stupid boot I’m lugging around. While we continue defrosting our toes, Brad is going to take the controls and bring you something completely new to Intrigued. I am sure you are going to enjoy it to the very “fin”.

Take it away Brad…

It’s early morning during the second half of our Alaska photo assignment. The first week was a land tour of the vast wilderness. The second week was on a giant cruise ship heading south (I can get seasick if not chewing Dramamine like Smarties). By this time in our journey south Jan and I are used to running to the cabin door to listen to the Captain’s general and wildlife announcements. On this particular ship, we weren’t able to hear through the cabin door very well. We heard the usual mellifluous ascending tones bing-bing-bing-bing (please use your musical imagination here), but an a rather unusual time. Ship’s time was just past 8am and the Captain didn’t usually make announcements until later in the morning. Jan ran to the door to try to catch the message.

“ . . . has been spotted . . . “

We both looked at each other wide eyed.

“ . . . off the starboard . . . “

Jan and I grabbed both cameras and headed for the door.

“ . . . about 100 yards ahead of the ship . . . ”

We are now running down the hall, trying to strap on the 9-pound cameras to keep them from bouncing too much. The elevators were backed up, we again looked at each other and ran down three flights of stairs.

“ . . . it is swimming about 50 yards to starboard . . . “

Jan and I end up on the 7^th deck and quickly figured out which way was starboard.

As we stepped outside . . . nothing.

During a presentation the night before in the main theatre aboard ship, The Ship Naturalist Robert Raincock (find him here or here) aboard the ship said to listen for the Pfffffft. This is what the noise sounds like when Orca, or whales in general, expel warm moist air from their lungs as they break the surface of the water. Remember kids, whales are mammals, not fish. Not having a whale to watch, we listened.

Then we heard it . . . “Pfffffft! Both of our cameras ran at the maximum frames per second they could muster.

Whoa, that ain’t no Dolphin, hit the jump to reveal the source of that sound!

Holy Tourist Batman…by Brad Marks

Greetings everyone! Woke up today to an unexpected white wonderland – I really need to take better heed of the weather forecasts! Not being able to spend as much time outside this season, my cold conditioning has been lagging. Just the other day I received a letter in the mail from the RAU threatening a lawsuit for “Neglect and Unbecoming Behavior”. Dropped it off at our legal department to add to the “pile” (don’t ask). Upon inquiry, learned that the RAU is the Runner’s Apparel Union that, news to me, my cold weather running wardrobe had recently unionized under. They are pissed that they haven’t been used once this winter and noticed we were already packing for our trip south. They will need to take that up with my ankle doctor. While I get things straightened out with the disgruntled closet, Brad is going to bring you an adventure from across the pond (what expense report ha).

Take it away Brad….

Wildlife Intrigued sent Jan and I on an international birding assignment to Merry Olde England. The expense report is still pending. I think Legal is holding it up because they are jealous, they weren’t allowed to go. Can you blame HQ after the photocopy incident last time they were given responsibility?

On one of our free mornings, Jan’s cousin Louise offered to take us to Rutland Water Nature Reserve (RWNP) to see some birds. How could we refuse? The morning started out misty and cloudy, a typical English morning you’re thinking. However, in our experience, a very small percentage of mornings actually start this way. The movies have us all thinking that England, or more specifically London, is full of dark and gloomy places shrouded in a thick fog; best keep that brolly handy. Jan and I have made a few trips across the pond, and in the 70+ days we’ve spent there in total, only 2-3 have been truly rainy or the type of weather we needed a Mackintosh or Wellies after your morning cuppa.

After breakfast, Louise said she would drive. I was secretly relieved because while I am able to drive on the wrong, er, left side of the road, I’m not as confident as I need to be on the narrow hedge-lined roadways. Instead of driving the tiny European rental car (I could barely fit my normal U.S. sized feet under the dashboard to work the pedals), we rode to RWNP in style in a Jaaaaag (hoping the increased amount of “a’s” help with the proper pronunciation). Once we secured a spot in the car park, I put Jan’s camera together first. Then she and Louise headed off to the visitor center. I finished my camera, put the strap around my shoulder, and shut the boot on the Jaaaaag. As I wandered up the trail, I saw Jan snapping away at something sweetly singing in the shrubbery. But, as usual, by the time I got there it was gone.

Hit the jump to read more about this spiffy looking bird from across the pond.

Your Majesty…by Brad Marks

There I relaxed, lounging on my lawn chair sipping on a nice pour of well-aged bourbon (with an umbrella of course) while watching the beach themed screensaver playing out on monitors. White sunscreen paste on my nose, sandals at the ready and cheap sunglasses on. Life was good even though outside the Midwestern winter was raging in the wind aided teens. That’s before a call came in on the Intrigued bat signal line. What could possibly be so urgent on Thanksgiving night!! A quick check of the number confirmed it wasn’t our legal department so at least that fear was suppressed. Turns out it was our Quality Assurance department head and he was none too pleased. “What did I do now?” Through the sputtering and agitated speak I discerned something about being down a post from our monthly quota and putting our 10+ year record in jeopardy. He had seen my comment in the previous post about our staff taking some time off to be with the family over the holiday. I could see the floor through my tumbler and decided I was in no shape to remedy the situation. That’s when Brad said he would take care of it and already had a story in the queue. Someone just significantly padded his upcoming performance review ha. Soooo, I’m going to put another coating of sunscreen on and maybe resolve this empty tumbler tragedy while Brad takes the controls to bring you an adventure from Colorado.

Take it away Brad (and thanks for the assist!)…

Jan and I were winding down an April trip to Colorado when we found a free half-day on our hands. We quickly consulted a map of the birding spots around north-central Colorado. One of them had a dubious location (included a camp ground near an interstate), but since it was near where we were headed, Jan and I decided to give it a try.

When Jan and I arrived at the gate of St. Vrain State Park, there was a small guard shack. The guard asked what we were doing there and we said we were trying to find some birds. He gave us a doubting look and told us the entrance fee for camping. I said we weren’t camping, just looking for some birds. He could clearly see into the car and knew that we had no camping gear and didn’t intend to stay. After a brief pause, I think he took pity on us and gave us a paltry amount as an entry fee (which may have been the actual fee).

At that point I had no idea where to go in the campground. The guard suggested we may want to try the lake. Great! Where’s the lake? We, OK I, stumbled around on the roads a bit until we found a parking lot near the lake.

Jan and I followed the well-maintained crushed gravel path three-fourths of the way around the lake (counterclockwise from the parking lot). Even though we were two hundred yards from I-25, we could easily hear the traffic whizzing by. Jan saw a flash flying into a green tree on a low branch. Cameras at the ready we slowly crept up on our target.

Eastern Kingbird found by Brad and Jan Marks

Hit the jump to find out more about this rather dapper looking feathered find.

Verdin…by Brad Marks

Well, I have to say it has been quite the week and one of the few times I don’t mind the time accelerating past. Now we will start transitioning into the Christmas spirit here at Intrigued HQ keeping in mind there is still an important holiday to celebrate – in direct obstinacy to the corporate merchants who want us to start celebrating red and green long before orange and black has had its day. While I continue to tend to the weakened body part(s) and we get used to a sadly much quieter home, Brad is going to bring us a new feathered friend for he and Jan.

Take it away Brad…

I think I’ve found the secret for finding those small little spastic birds; let Jan take photos while I’m doing something else. Shhh! Don’t tell her. Oops, it’s probably too late since she edits my stories before they go out.

Earlier this spring Jan and I were visiting the wildlife areas near Las Vegas. Brian has posted on this particular bird from Henderson Birding Viewing Preserve (story here). I had just gotten off the phone when Jan found me wandering one of the trails of Clark County Wetlands (here), looking for her. She said she found a little yellow bird and then asked me, “What is it?” Hard to tell from the little LCD view screen on the back of Jan’s camera.

Verdin found by Brad and Jan Marks in Henderson, NV

Hit the jump to read more about this desert resident.

“Chicken”…by Brad Marks

Well hi there! Brad has a special treat for you today and comes courtesy of a trip he and Jan took to the upper northwest of the US – as in very north, very west and definitely very upper! I had been holding on to this out of jealousy…I mean as a safety net, yeah, that’s it (almost ended that with a reference to Morgan Fairchild, but that would have dated me big time ha). With the travels coming up I wanted to make sure I had at least one story ready in case there was a gap in connectivity. Great news as we just received Brad’s latest batch of adventures, so we are absolutely good to go. Now, I may not have been kidding on the jealousy front. I do have a list of nemesis birds that haunt me daily. For some reason I either failed to get them in the tin or worse, never managed to get eyes on one. These are all affectionately called “Effin” birds. I’ve had the distinct pleasure of going after this particular Effin family over 5 times now, which have all consisted of long hikes above 10,000 feet. Have not even seen one of them for my efforts! Whenever our staff goes out in the field I tell them to bring back one of the Effins off my list. Going to cut Brad and Jan some slack as they are still relatively new around here, but when I tell them to “bring one back” I literally mean to bring a live specimen back for me!

Time for me to shed a few shades of green hue and get you to Brad’s adventure. Take it away Brad…

As Brian noted in previous posts, Jan and I survived our August photo assignment to the wilds of Alaska. This was one of those places we’ve always wanted to visit, but didn’t want to do half-way. I think our 17-day Alaska trip (land and sea) gave us a good intro to this truly wondrous and wild place. We both recommend a trip to Alaska. Go ahead and book it, I’ll let you catch up later.

Only about 2% of the state is accessible by roads. The rest must be visited by some other mode of transportation including: boat, plane, horse, dog sled, four-wheeler, SUV/Truck, tour bus, or on foot. Thankfully for Jan and I, most of the places we visited were by road, only a few were on foot. We did see and hold a very cute sled dog puppy (maybe a future post).

Thirty-five years ago, when Jan’s dad retired from a major manufacturer based in Illinois (BTW, he just celebrated the same thirty-five years of retirement and is still going strong), her parents took a 6-week driving trip to Alaska. Yes, that’s right. They chose to drive to Alaska from Illinois. As Jan’s dad is fond of telling us, “When you’ve driven from Illinois to Seattle, you are about halfway to Alaska.” (Now to be completely fair on the length of the driving trip, Jan’s dad did have to order and replace the hydraulic lifters in the car’s V-8 engine somewhere inside Alaska, but that only added 2-3 days to the whole adventure. Yes, he had tools in the trunk of the car.) We experienced similar travel times. No, not six weeks, but it did take us nearly 9 hours of flying, via fairly circuitous route, to reach Fairbanks from Illinois. Fairbanks is only about 100 miles from the Arctic Circle, or 64 degrees, 56 minutes north latitude. That means the sun sets for only a couple of hours each night during summer months, leaving us with a twilight-y sort of sky for sleeping. For those keeping score at home, I think this is a latitude record for Wildlife Intrigued.

As Jan’s parents discovered on their trip, there are many colorful people and stories along the way. One of those stories is about the town called Chicken in Alaska. The good people of the town wanted to name it after a local bird from the tundra, but no one could spell the bird’s name. They ended up calling the town “Chicken.” Stay tuned for the real bird’s name in just a bit.

If it looks like one, acts like one and easier to spell, then it must be one – hit the jump to read more about this Chicken!

Yellow-Crowned Night Heron…by Brad Marks

I feel like our haven of trail witches have put a curse on me. First I tweak my ankle during the build up to the haunted trail, then the race beats me down something good only to make it through to put the cherry on top the misery sundae by breaking a toe (on the good foot) in a manner so unmanly I am not about to reveal it. I’ve learned a couple of surprising things since then. One is the revelation that trimming trees for four days is probably not the brightest choice all hobbled up – something tells me some of our readers probably already knew or could foresee that bit of knowledge. The other surprise comes courtesy of Brad who is bringing us one of his adventures from his recent New England trip. In fact, my new birding tidbit comes courtesy of that little space between the third and fourth word in his title. I was about to insert the expected “-” when I decided to dig into this a bit more. Brad is absolutely correct, as of July 2024, the American Birding Association has removed the second dash between Night and Heron. You can read more about that change and several other updates in their 2024 supplement (link here). Note, once again, they FAILED to rename the Ring-Necked Duck arrrgghhh! Enough of my whining, it’s time for Brad to introduce us to one of his newest lifers.

Take it away Brad…

During a recent photo assignment to New England, Jan and I were enjoying the low tide near Boothbay Harbor in Maine. We traveled to Maine with our friends from the Boston area. We also had the bonus of having Allyson join us for an abbreviated weekend.

This also happened to be our first photo outing with our brand “new” D500 camera bodies, well, at least new to us. The old trusty D300’s had served us well, but had begun showing age-related faults (over 200,000 clicks on both of them) during our Alaska assignment. We had a mere six days after Alaska to get “new” cameras before the New England trip. I used all of my trusted camera sites ordering bodies, batteries, and chargers. I’m still working on the Wildlife Intrigued expense report. Everything arrived in time, some only just, for the trip to Boston and Maine.

Our first morning in Maine, low tide was at 9am. After breakfast, we all rushed down to the waterline to see what we would see at low tide. The rented house where we stayed, was about 100 feet from the water. The tide was nearly at the lowest point of the morning, down over 8 feet from high tide the night before. Drying seaweed was all over the newly exposed rocks and made walking slippery. Jan was photographing a Great Blue Heron in the shadows next to our dock. Allyson was wading in the cold Atlantic water looking for crabs, lobsters, and snails. I was watching the sunlit part of the terrain opposite our rocky point, when something caught my eye.

Yellow-Crowned Night Heron by Brad Marks

Did you spot today’s featured feathered friend? Hit the jump to read more about this well camouflaged discovery.

Crazy on You…by Brad Marks

It’s official, I can now coast until the new year as the last of the 2024 stressors completed last Saturday night. I was slightly worried going into this last ultra-race of the season. Torqued up my ankle pretty bad during the haunt work that didn’t seem to be responding to my customary barrage of rude insults and brash comments regarding its lily-livered condition. Even broke down and had it forcibly unjammed by my Chiro, plus cut my taper short to give the weak-ass, dirty bilge rat of a joint several days of rest (link here). With all the extra attention. it was STILL tender race morning. I’ll do my regular race recap later, but in summary, about the only two things that went right the entire day was I got up on time and I willed myself across the finish line. Everything in between pretty much the proverbial shit show. Dispensed with the nag and went full blown crush on the bad ankle at mile TWO (slid off a rock under the leaves in the dark), stomach issues prevented me mid-race food, stung by ground PO’d Hornets on 3 of my 5 loops, unexpected heat and switched to just plain water for loops 4 and 5 because the stomach refused any fluids with flavor – exception was the lifesaving ginger ale at the aid stations preventing me from hurling. Oh, and with the ankle destroyed, didn’t dare take the shoe off. No dry sock changes led to massive blisters on feet for last two loops. Not the best outing and certainly not the worst, but all things considered, one of the hardest finisher buckles I’ve ever earned – and I’m damn proud! Wife and friends have chosen the less glorious word “crazy”..which, ironically, brings me to today’s post. While I do my best to even stand, Brad is going to take you out to one of my favorite places to bird in Henderson, NV.

Take it away Brad… (note, responses will likely be delayed as he and Jan are still out on assignment in faraway lands).

During a return trip to Las Vegas to catch Death Valley, Jan and I had a list of birding assignments from Intrigued HQ. Originally, we had planned a full day at each, but we lost most of a day to a flat tire on our rental car trying to pick up an unplanned birding location. (See A New Low link here.) Suffice it to say that we now had one less day and had to consolidate destinations within the remaining days of our vacation.

One day we had to split between two destinations. In the morning, we went to Clark County Wetlands Park. After literally running through Clark County Wetlands, we headed to the Henderson Bird Viewing Preserve (HBVP) just before noon. Based on our experience, try to get there early because they close at 2:00 pm. You will want to reverse these two destinations if you must see them the same day like we did. We were also informed that they lock the parking lot gates promptly at 2:00 pm when they leave, capturing you and your car inside. We did get the local number to call in case we lost track of time and found ourselves captives.

With the over 40 different species of birds we saw on this trip, I thought I would give you a slow pitch today. This should be an easy guess on today’s subject.

Canada Goose found at Henderson Bird Viewing Preserve by Brad Marks

Hit the jump to knock this easy pitch out of the park.

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