Owls Calling In Each Other and Some Digiscoping

As mentioned in the previous post, it's a little chilly right now. But I decided to try some digiscoping at Mr. Neil's bird feeders. Number one, being right outside the house, I could dash in and have some pumpkin spice tea when the layers would begin to fail me (my layering system works great when I'm walking, but it's hard to stay warm when standing in one spot taking photos). Plus, the cold just wreaks havoc on my batteries for my camera. I have discovered that using those Hot Hand hand warmers does help keep them going a little bit longer than just keeping them in a pants pocket.

The berries that were in the blue jay photo are from a bittersweet vine that we planted in the yard. I just love bittersweet, I think it's one of the pretties fall vines out there, so I snipped some off and set it on top of the stump with the snow and tossed some black oil sunflower seed and mixed nuts in front of it so see what type of bird photos I could get.

It's interesting that you hear some people complain about all the manipulation of images with Photoshop, but images can be manipulated just as easily with some well placed foliage and food bribery. I know some who go to great lengths to hide the bird seed used to bring in birds for photos, but I'm not that picky.

It was interesting that this female red-bellied woodpecker had no problem coming down to the stump for the nuts. This species is usually pretty cagey in Mr. Neil's yard. If they do come in, they usually stick to the suet feeder or peanut feeder. But this female decided to risk the spotting scope and come down for some nuts.

Round about 4pm, it started getting darker and the bird activity began to slow down. It was mostly juncos and a couple of cardinals coming in towards the end. I normally would have cropped out the half red-breasted nuthatch on the right, but check out the leg--there's a band, no doubt this is one of the nuthatches we banded this fall. Whoot.

As it was getting darker, something caught the attention of both me and the junco (notice that it looks a bit more alert)--we heard a great horned owl hooting. There has been some hooting on and off in the last few weeks, but they sounded very close. First it stared with one, and then a second, higher pitched hoot came in--male and female. They were hooting back and forth, well it is December, that is prime owl flirting time, but as they were hooting, I noticed a very faint hooting--another great horned was hooting back!

It was almost 4:30pm at this point and that's when the sun sets this time of year. I took a photo and see those tall pines in the back ground? That's where the owls were hooting. After I took this photo, I noticed some flapping and then saw a bird land on top of the pines. I thought I would test my Swarovski's light gathering abilities and see if I could see anything:

There was an owl, perched right at the top of a branch! In the scope, you could make out the colors, but my little digital camera could only just about make out the great horned owl's silhouette.

Here is the male owl in mid-hoot. I love how they pop their tails up like they are some kind of giant wren. Check out its puffed out throat too! The distant owl kept hooting back to the pair closest to me. This is great, I didn't even have to use the iPod, the birds were calling themselves out! Not long after I took this photo, the female flew up to join him:

Here is the male on the left and the female on the right. You can see the size difference and when they were hooting, you could totally tell that the owl on the right was much higher in pitch than the one on the left. I tried to get a video which will be below. You really can't hear the hooting, they were too far for my sad little mic to pick up. But, some fun things that I did catch on the video: At 34 seconds, the female on the right will hoot (you'll see her cock up her tail) and then right after that, watch the male on the left--he's going to cough up a pellet and you should see it fall at about 51 seconds, then watch the female again because she will poop at 1:01. The who thing lasts about a minute and twenty seconds. I ran in and grabbed Mr. Neil's video camera to see if it would be strong enough to pick out the hooting sounds and if you click here and crank your volume as loud as possible, you can hear the male and female hoot (head phones might work best. Anyway, here is the video of the hootin' nanny:

Ah, one of my favorite moments in life. Listening to owls calling in the dark while standing in snow.

Fun In Six Degrees Fahrenheit

A pair of thigh high wool socks? Check
Two pairs of pants? Check
Two shirts? Check
A Fleece? Check
Winter Coat? Check
Snow Boots? Check
Hand Warmers? Check
Ear Muffs? Check
Gortex Gloves? Check
Scarf? Check

And, what did this get me?

A pretty sweet blue jay photo! How do they do it outside with no layers??

Paul and Storm and Jonathan Coulton and Turkeys

The turkey posse had taken over the feeding station at Hyland Park the other day and I have all these photos of turkeys that I'd like to post and I'd like to talk about the concert I went to, so I'm going to combine them. BUT I would like to stress that the turkey is not a metaphor for the bands--the bands were really quite wonderful.

Oh, and Non Birding Bill redid my turkey photo to be in the LOL design. Thanks, NBB. So, I never cease to be amazed at how cool life is and the fun situations I find myself in. At the last Birds and Beers, HellZiggy mentioned that she was going to the Jonathan Coulton concert and asked if I was going. I mentioned that I'm on a budget at the moment and didn't know if I could swing it. She mentioned that if I helped at the merchandise table, I could get in free. Awesome!

It was so cool! I got there late (still sometimes have trouble navigating my way around the Twin Cities with the 35W bridge being out) but as soon as I got in and found HellZiggy I got to meet both Jonathan and the opening act Paul and Storm. It's very strange, I've never met either and had only listened to Coulton's music, but there I was talking with them like I just met them at a party and handling their merchandise--that's the wonder of the Internet for you.

I have to say, I really do enjoy Coulton, and had no idea what to expect from the opening act, but I'm listening to them right--Paul and Storm are just delightful. What's really weird is that they perform on Bob and Tom--a radio show that I grew up with in Indianapolis and the have some of the tracks form the show on their CDs. It was so weird to suddenly hear those familiar voices in my kitchen (Bob and Tom aren't syndicated in Minnesota)--but Paul and Storm are such a delight. They do musical impressions--"If Aaron Neville Were Waiting for a Parking Spot at the Mall, But Someone Else Snagged It" or "Randy Newman's Theme to The Lord of the Rings" and they write songs for a barer shop quartet and I have to say that I'm really digging the "Hip-Shop". You can go to their site to download the music and you can listen to the songs --these guys are well worth the listen if you are into Coulton, They Might Be Giants (they even do an impression of them), or nerdy/geeky guys with a great sense of humor--you'll love their music. And I'm not just saying that because they throw out Pop Tarts and Moon Pies to the audience for bribery.

The Coulton part of the concert was fun too. Someone had asked in the comments earlier if he was nice--he is, incredibly down to Earth. He's as nice in person as he comes off in his music. There was some talk before the show if Mr. Neil was going to come to the concert because he'd referenced Coulton songs in the blog. I offered that if he came I would introduce Coulton him and he said something to the effect of not wanting to impose himself on Mr. Neil. When Mr. Neil did show up and I asked if he wanted to meet Mr. Coulton after the show and Mr. Neil said, "I don't want to impose myself on him." So, I decided to be the imposing conduit.
After the show, I did the introduction. It's times like this that I wish I could have some audio control in the blog to give the full effect. The theater was just playing some general after show music and it was at this exact moment that Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On" came over the speakers and the following conversation happened as two somewhat geeky men who are fans of each other met:

Birdchick: Excuse me Mr. Coulton, I have someone I'd like to introduce...

Mr. Coulton: (turns around) Hi! I'm a huge fan!

Mr. Neil: I'm a huge fan!

Mr. Coulton: Really? I saw the mention in the blog.

Mr. Neil: I first heard about you through John Hodgeman and had to listen to more.

Mr. Coulton: Wow, thank you.

Mr. Neil: If you like, I can send you some books and things.

Mr. Coulton: That would be great, I'll give you my guitar.

Mr. Neil: Don't give me your guitar, you need it.

Mr. Coulton: You're giving me books, I have to give you my guitar!

Mr. Neil: Then, I'll give you Sharon!

Mr. Coulton has no need for bees, birds, or disapproving rabbits so the conversation ended there.

So, here is proof of the event thanks to HellZiggy's husband: Paul, Me, Mr. Neil, HellZiggy, Mr. Coulton, and Storm. Anyway, if you haven't heard of Jonathan Coulton, do go check out his mad strummin' tunz.

Thanks, HellZiggy for the great time!

Preempting The Turkey

Boy, does that title sound like a euphemism or what? I have some photos that I took yesterday but this morning, there was a lovely soft snow coming down and I really felt the need to go to some bird feeders and take some photos. Also, I got exciting news from Harper Collins, Amy Sedaris sent a note (on some completely adorable stationary--and oh so appropriate for me and my wild fungus tastes) and said that she loves the Disapproving Rabbits book. It's blowing my mind that someone with that much comedic talent looked through the book and liked it. WHOOT!

I went to the Minnesota Valley NWR Visitor's Center and there about 18 cardinals lurking in and around the feeders. Nothing quite like seeing those pops of red in a fluffy snowfall.

Okay, except maybe a fluffy junco in a big soft snowfall!

There was a surprise in the heated birdbath. Can you tell in the above photo what the surprise is?

Is this dude right here! Common grackles should have flown the coop by now (at least from Minnesota). This one looks as though it's been having some issues. Note the whitish feathers on the wings. I'm not so sure that's albinism or leucism (or whatever we're calling it in birds these days). I think these are stress feathers, maybe from lack of nutrition? The bird did look like it had seen better days--it was very puffed up, but could fly well enough to get to branch, albeit slower than the other species hanging at the feeder.

The suet and peanut feeders were in high demand. This hairy woodpecker was keeping the downy woodpeckers away and eating the suet. But soon, this hairy was chased off by...

a starling! Surprise, surprise. I have to admit, I do really enjoy a starling in winter plumage--it's a very striking bird, and so evil looking. I would love to have an education starling for programs, but knowing my luck and its ability to be a great mimic, it would learn all sorts of phrases that would make it unsuitable for programs with small children. I figured the starling would be here a while, but was surprised...

to see a red-bellied woodpecker land on the feeder. There was some flapping, some pecking, some squealing. But! Only one would come out on top. Who will remain victorious on this episode of Iron Suet?

The red-bellied! Go, red-belly, go! Eventually, a hawk flew over and all the birds cleared out, and about three downy woodpecker flew in to try and take advantage in the lull in bird feeder activity. They spent so much time squabbling with each other that they barely had a chance to actually eat the suet.

Okay, now I have to get a bit more work done. Thanks to HellZiggy, I'm going to the Jonathon Coulton concert tonight. I liked him for the song Re Your Brains, about zombies, but I loved him when it he sang it in French. If you're interested in listening to his other songs, I highly recommend Skullcrusher Mountain, Baby Got Back (yes, it's a cover), and Tom Cruise Crazy.

Does This Female Cardinal's Beak Look Goofy?

I got some photos of female cardinals at Hyland Park the other day and the beak looks strange. At first, I noticed the smudge on the beak. It looks like she's been eating berries. Here's a close up:

That looks like berry juice, don't you think?

Then she turned her head and it looks like the beak is bent awkwardly. Here it is up close:

So, I'm wondering if there is something wrong with the beak or is she maybe missing some black feathers that would normally be covering that patch up.

Here is another female cardinal head on, I took this photo the same day, her beak looks okay, but she appears to have more black feathers around it.

Here's a head on shot of a female cardinal that I took last winter and it doesn't appear to have that bump.

I wonder, is this just the way her beak has been growing or did she fly into something?

And once again, a bird leaves me with more questions than answers.

Before A Storm?

And now, Birdchick.com presents:

SQUIRRELS ON ICE! I really don't know where I'm going with that. But there were quite a few squirrels sliding across the ice at Hyland Lake Park Reserve today.

Will there be a storm on Saturday? Since Wednesday, Twin Cities weather people have been warning about our first winter snow storm. The warnings have become more dire in the last few days. Even today the reports have been fluctuating. This morning the report was probably 2", maybe a slight chance of 5" of snow. Tonight, the storm watch has gone to storm warning with predicted amounts of snow being 5" to 9". What will it be? Not sure, when they over predict, we have very little. However, I'd love a good solid layer of snow. The goldfinch in the above photo seems to be wondering as much as I how much snow we will get.

I headed to Hyland to see what the bird activity was like at the bird feeders--a good indicator of what changes will come with the weather. This suet feeder in the above photo was in high demand. Above, you will note a downy woodpecker.

The downy was first chased away by a larger hairy woodpecker. That woodpecker was chased away by the above blue jay. But soon, that bird fled as well:

A gray squirrel took over the suet and would not let any creature--hairy, feathered or otherwise to get between eat and large chunks of animal fat. That's a sure sign that a storm is a comin'.

I spent the rest of the time getting strange photos of cardinals. This shot isn't so bad, the bird looks fairy normal...then he decides to show off his good side: Here you go, random cardinal butt. However, not to be out done:

A chickadee flew in to show off the junk in its trunk.

The female cardinal looks as though she doesn't approve of that.

Local Birds

After all the exotics in Texas, I was kind of jonesing to spend some time watching the usual suspects around Minnesota feeding stations. I'm dealing with a minor mouse issue in our apartment, so I've let my own feeders go empty. We headed to Mr. Neil's yesterday and his feeders have also gone empty because of a minor chipmunk issue. When I had been there about three weeks ago, the woods were chock full of activity with pine siskins, purple finches, juncos, and the other expected species. Yesterday, it was eerily silent...except for the non stop booming of rifles of deer season. I filled the feeders and gradual activity resumed, but not in time for photos. All of the images in this blog entry came from a quick stop at Minnesota Valley National Wildlife Refuge this morning.

The visitor center is closed on Mondays, but you can still watch the feeders from outside, as well as take the trails. I'm not sure if it was because it was Monday and things were closed, but they only had their platform feeders out (not the super cool peanut feeder they had up last winter) and the platform feeder was empty--note the disappointed nuthatch above.

But fortunately, I'm the kind of crazy person who keeps a bag of bird seed in the car just for such an occasion--note the shocked look of the nuthatch in the above photo. So, I grabbed the mug from my car's emergency kit and tossed some seed into the feeders.

Chickadees came out of the woodwork--zipping in all over. I love that point at a feeding station when birds are coming from all directions and you don't know where to look next, it's just a constant flow of a activity. At one point, every time I took a photo with my digital camera through the scope, the image that came up would be a different bird: chickadee, nuthatch, two chickadees, downy woodpecker, nuthatch, chickadee.

Look--bookend chickadees! I really needed the relaxation, I'm getting edgy about travel this coming weekend. We normally stay home and Non Birding Bill have our little Naked Thanksgiving, avoiding all the holiday cranky and cramped travel. But, we're doing the Disapproving Rabbits book signing at Big Hat Books on Saturday at 4pm. So, we'll have Thursday for our celebration, but Friday we drive to Indianapolis--and there's supposed to be a storm in the Midwest--including Indiana. But I'm looking forward to meeting the folks form the Indian House Rabbit Society who will be at the signing.

Now the black-capped chickadees are facing out at the same time--perhaps this is a little Tomax & Xamot action going on?

So, here's a video of all the bird action going on, just at this small corner of the feeder. You can hears some goldfinches chipping the back ground. Not long after I took the video, a northern shrike flew in (it didn't stick around long enough for the photo) but I have to say that I have seen so many shrikes this fall, I think this is the most I've seen this time of year, so keep your eyes open around the feeders.

Estero Llano Grande State Park

And yet more Texas birding goodness. Incidentally, if you have been reading these entries and thinking, "Dude, I so have to get my birding butt to south Texas!" I have been in contact with a friend of Non Birding Bill's who runs a travel agency and we are putting together a trip for next October...

I had so much fun on my field trip to Estero Llano Grande State Park on my first day of the Rio Grande Valley Bird Festival, I thought I would go back and do some proper digiscoping before I had to work the birdJam booth on Saturday morning. It really is a cool park--it's new and I think over time will gain in popularity.

I wanted a chance to see and digiscope the black-bellied whistling duck without the fog. These guys were all over the park and they kind of whistle and their bellies are black--boy ornithologists must have been having a bad day--a bird that actually fits its name. Shocking.

The park isn't all wetlands. The path to the visitor center is quite lush and great for watching butterflies. Please don't ask me what kind--I do know lots of people were freaking out because some rare butterfly had been spotted but I can't remember the name. I'm taking baby steps towards butterfly id--I mean, I ranch caterpillars but I don't drop everything to see a hairstreak. I am kinda getting more into it...I must admit that I did pick up one or two butterfly id guides. Man, butterflies have much better names than birds: Shasta Blue, Frigga Fritillary (say THAT 5 times fast), Dull Firetip (kind of an oxymoron name), Definite Patch, Confused Cloudywing--seriously, those are all butterfly names. Ornithologists, if you discover any more birds on this planet, please take note of butterfly names and come up with something creative.

The area also had some hummingbirds. I will mark off a few points from the park for not having their bird feeders filled. Guys, what were you thinking? It's a bird festival weekend, plus you have your own programs going on, how can you not have your bird feeders filled? For a new park, this is not a good first impression--empty feeders on a busy weekend? If you're trying to attract regular birder traffic, that's not the way to do it. I know some of us left feed back on that, so hopefully after the park is open awhile they will have a regular schedule to keep their feeders filled. The empty hummer feeders did put the kibosh on my chances of getting a decent buff-bellied hummingbird photo. Believe it or not, there is a female ruby-throated hummingbird in the above shot. Can you see her? No? She's hard to see? You betcha', so I put my camera to the scope:

There she is. She would fly towards the empty hummingbird feeder, test it out and then sit on the thorn, waiting or perhaps hiding from the buff-bellied, it seemed on constant patrol and ready to chase her off if she even thought about approaching a feeder.

Periodically, a buff-bellied hummingbird would show up, but it never landed in a spot that was easy to photograph. This was the best I could do.

The park did have a nice shorebird selection and after my class that I took this summer, I thought I would try my id skills. It was tough because I learned how to id shorebirds for Minnesota and the Dakotas, not Texas. But I had the time, they were fairly close and it was a good idea to practice. Above we have sleeping shorebirds, mostly dowitchers and stilt sandpipers. But time to break 'em all down and see what I can find.

This one is easy enough--a black necked stilt. Can't really mistake it for anything else.

Here's a family group of stilts. Actually, while I was digiscoping these guys, a rail flew past me. It was so fast and I only saw the silhouette, but I'm assuming it was a Virginia rail. Several soras scooted about the reeds too.

Argh! Here is where it would get tough. Okay, there's a dude in the back with light colored legs and it's smaller than the black legged dudes in front--they guy in back has to be a least sandpiper. But what are the other three? They are either western sandpipers or semi-palmateds. There bills didn't look blunt and kind of down curved--are they westerns? I'm thinking that they're westerns.

Fortunately, as I was digiscoping, I found Clay Taylor (digiscoped above). He confirmed that they were in fact westerns--wrong time of year for semi-palms anyway. Incidentally, he was there for the butterflies.

Now, here was an interesting scenario. The bird on the right is a yellowlegs with a broken leg and the other three are dowitchers. Now which yellowlegs and which dowitchers. Lesser yellowlegs are about the same size as either dowitcher, so this would be a lesser yellowlegs. Now, the dowitchers were very vocal and my shorebird instructor said that if they're noisy, they're long-billed dowitchers. Everyone who passed me called them long-billed as well. Plumage-wise, I just can't really tell. If anyone wants to add tips in the comments on your tips for separating dowitchers--please feel free. I'm calling these long-billed dowitchers.

Or maybe I should call them long-billed bullies, because they would go after any bird trying to feed in their vacinity. Note the posture of the bird in the middle of the dowitchers--puffing itself up and stretching its neck to look impressive. The injured yellowlegs was in no position to argue and soon flew off. But the bird in the middle was not finished.

It made a beeline for a stilt sandpiper (on the right). Again, notice the dowitcher craning its neck as it approaches the stilt sandpiper, major intimidation mode.

But then suddenly everybody flew off--even the thug dowitcher (that's his rump in the above photo in mid take off. I looked up and sure enough, there was a Cooper's hawk cruising overhead. The shorebirds formed a tight flock and circled the water noisily. The Coops didn't dive for any of the birds, but continued over the wetlands in search of less suspecting prey.

A few minutes after the hawk passed, an immature lark sparrow popped up to see what was going on. About this time, I needed to head back towards the convention center. I ran into Clay who was still searching out the butterflies. We talked for a few minutes and one of the visitor center staff came out and said that they had observed a bobcat lurking in the vegetation behind us. Who knew? Stuff like that always makes me wonder what I miss. How many owls do I walk under? How many coyotes cross the path behind me? How often has mountain lion considered whether or not I'd be worthwhile prey?