Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventures. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Sandhill Cranes at Jasper-Pulaski

On Saturday, Sara and I stopped at the Jasper-Pulaski Fish and Wildlife Area en route to Indiana Dunes State Park. This area is popular during the fall migration because it is a stop-over site for thousands of Sandhill Cranes. The cranes begin to appear at the end of September and reach peak numbers (thousands in a single night) in mid-November. The evening we spent there, we saw a couple hundred cranes. Instead of staying and watching them fly in to their evening roosting field, we drove around and snapped some photos of the cranes flying in for the night.

Cranes are awesome birds for a number of reasons, but my favorite things about Sandhill Cranes is their call. This was my first time seeing a large gathering of these birds and hearing the strange sounds resonating throughout the area, over and over, was a wacky sensory experience. (You can listen to some recordings on the Cornell page here: http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/sandhill_crane/sounds)

Sara and I swapped the camera back and forth a couple times - here are some of my favorite photos from the evening.






When the cranes would come in for a landing, they would drop their legs straight down and spread their wings, lowering themselves kind of like a parachute. It was kind of awkward to watch, but it does the trick, so who am I to criticize?






Wednesday, February 19, 2014

A Hike in the Headlands


I've been pretty lucky to live in some amazing natural areas since graduating. I barely scratched the surface of all the parks and hiking trails within an hour of me in California, much less in my own backyard. The Marin Headlands, the national park that my house was in, has a ton of hiking/biking/horse-back riding trails. I got to know some of them quite well as they were a part of my daily commute to the office. However, there were a ton of trails that I never even got a chance to explore.

On one of my last days out there, I woke up to see a "weather alert" on my iPhone. I found this amusing because most of the country was getting pelted with snow and meanwhile, we were enjoying sunny, 60-degree weather. The alert, however, was for dangerous "wave conditions." I decided to check this out, while also exploring some of the unexplored trails in the Headlands.

Here are some of the photos I took of the waves at Rodeo Beach:




From the beach, I hiked up the trail towards Hill-88 and Tennessee Valley. As with all the trails in the headlands, this included some steep climbs, and all sorts of discarded World War II military apparatuses. I never did my homework regarding the human history of the area, despite the fact that we were counting hawks atop an old bunker, one of the many signs around the Headlands of the military history. On this hike, I passed a big (HUGE) gun, obviously out of use, but as a demonstration of the size of some of the artillery that was used in this area.


One of the banding blinds was located on a hill facing "Hill 88." I spent many a day, staring at that hill, and during this hike, I finally got a chance to check it out. What I found was a ton of abandoned buildings, again probably originally of military use, but now primarily serving as canvases for graffiti artists.


Of course, I couldn't go for a hike without paying a little attention to the avian life around. In addition to some of the usual culprits, I was pleased to see quite a few Anna's Hummingbirds. While eating my morning snack, I also watched an American kestrel hunting along one of the fences on Hill 88.

White-crowned Sparrow

Anna's Hummingbird

From the top of Hill 88, I hiked down a pretty steep trail for more than a mile into Tennessee Valley. It was a pretty quick hike from there to the Tennessee Valley beach.



Looking back up the hill I'd come down, I decided that I'd have to try an alternate route back to my house - it was pretty muddy and would have been tough attempting to climb back up that trail. The trail I took ended up giving me an awesome view of some of the nearby cities and their bizarre roads and houses, built right into the hillsides.


The final descent took me into Gerbode Valley, a trail that I'd hiked once before, to listen for owls with a group of visitors.


Like I said, I was pretty lucky to have had a chance to live in the Marin Headlands, a beautiful natural area (and amazing that it's so close to such a large city!) I will miss being able to hike around the lagoon, looking at ducks and herons, falling asleep at night to the sound of great horned owls and coyotes, and following ravens and a white-tailed kite to work on my bike each day.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Corkscrew Swamp: Family Birding

7:11AM: Departing Longshore Lake neighborhood, Dad spotted two rabbits on someone’s front lawn. He correctly identified them as rabbits, and was quite proud.

7:15AM: Grandpa makes a pun about bats.

7:19AM: Dad spots an anhinga on a pipe and attempts to pronounce the bird’s species.

7:22AM: Dad correctly identifies a pelican on a billboard.

7:30AM: We inquire about why our desitnation is called “Corkscrew Swamp.” Katy uses her smarty-phone to discover that it is because the swamp is a part of the “Corkscrew Watershed.” Very helpful.

7:43AM: Arrive at Corkscrew Swamp. Greeted by a large group of common grackles.

Ready to go see some birds (photo: Mike Pirtle)

8:01AM: After walking the Corkscrew Swamp boardwalk for nearly fifteen minutes without seeing a single bird, Katy spots a great egret. Dad still believes this bird is called a great “in grit.”

Great egret (photo: Mike Pirtle)

8:04AM: We spot a yellow-crowned night heron, sitting contentedly on a branch above the water.

8:11AM: Between the four of us, we finally figure out how to get Grandpa’s spotting scope assembled and pointed at the night heron. We are able to get a great look at this bird, funny-feathered crown, expressive red eye, and all. Katy perfects the art of digi-scoping in one try.

Yellow-crowned night heron (photo: Katy Pirtle)

8:17AM: Dad identifies another egret flying overhead. When asked what it was, he says it was “the white one.”

8:18AM: Apparently this perch is quite desirable, because a second yellow-crowned night heron flies in and after a brief scuffle, displaces the one we were watching.

8:25AM: Further down the boardwalk, we see a white ibis, contentedly grazing in the water, close enough that we could touch it.

White ibis (photo: Mike Pirtle)

8:27AM: Just beyond the ibis, we see three female anhingas perched above one another on a branch. There are also three males scattered throughout the trees in this area. The only think more awkward than watching these birds try to get up out of the water and onto a branch is listening to my dad try and pronounce the word “anhinga.”

Two female anhingas (photo: Mike Pirtle)

8:28AM: Katy swears she saw a water snake.

8:29AM: A red-shouldered hawk (the Florida subspecies of course!) bursts noisily through the vegetation with something long and skinny in its talons. Was it a snake or a stick?

8:30AM: Katy notices two vultures perched in a distant tree. One has a red head, clearly a turkey vulture, and the other has a dark head. I am unsure whether this second vulture is a black vulture or a juvenile turkey vulture. After a brief consultation with David Sibley about the shape of vulture heads, I decided that it is indeed a black vulture!

Turkey vulture and black vulture (photo: Katy Pirtle)

8:37AM: Katy identifies an alligator. Grandpa confirms that it is not actually an alligator, but a stump, or as identified by him, a “stumpigator.”

8:50AM: After nearly 25 minutes in the same spot, Dad reminds us that we should probably move on, since we have a flight to catch at 6.

8:52AM: Just past the anhingas, we see a little blue heron. It is intently staring into the water, carefully taking steps so as not to disturb whatever it is that it’s watching, much the same way we act when watching a bird. After a couple minutes, it strikes, pulling a small fish out of the water. Yum.

Little blue heron (photo: Mike Pirtle)

8:56AM: Katy notices a pretty flower.

9:05AM: Dad notices some leaves with a lot of white splotches on them. He wonders why the birds seem to be leaving droppings on these few particular leaves and we postulate that there is a nest above them. Shortly thereafter, we notice an anhinga perched over a similarly whitewashed leaf. Grandpa postulates that this anhinga has an upset stomach.

9:06AM: Our second little blue heron sighting, this one with a giant crayfish in its beak. We watch as it picks it up, puts it down, picks it up a different way, and tries to figure out how its going to consume its prize catch.

Little blue heron with a crayfish (photo: Mike Pirtle)

9:14AM: At Lettuce Lakes, we see a juvenile white ibis, beginning to molt into its adult plumage.

9:17AM: Dad notices another great egret (“ingrit”) in flight, calling as it flies over our heads. With each call, the bird extends its neck all the way out.

9:21AM: Our first mammal sighting! A raccoon balances along the handrail of the boardwalk, before jumping into the water in search of anything edible.

Raccoon (photo: Katy Pirtle)

9:22AM: Am I hearing sandhill cranes or am I going crazy?!

9:39AM: Another mysterious sound continues to elude me, a soft, whining. After much searching, I discover the culprit – a squirrel! I’ve never heard a squirrel sound anything like this – this is a weird place.

Squirrel (photo: Mike Pirtle)

9:45AM: Grandpa spots a stump that looks like a partridge. It is not in a pear tree.

9:52AM: Five white ibis, three adults and two juveniles, all grazing together!

9:54AM: We see another (or the same?) red-shouldered hawk perched in a tree, making loud screeching calls. We watch as it grabs a branch and proceeds to pull it right off the tree. Then it takes off and perches in a nest in a nearby tree. Why are red-shouldered hawks building (or maintaining?) a nest? Seems a little early.

The underside view of a FL subspecies red-shouldered hawk (photo: Mike Pirtle)

9:59AM: We notice a second red-shouldered hawk doing the same thing – it grabs a stick, flies to a nearby branch, and then just chills for awhile before dropping the stick, which falls all the way to the ground below. We imagine this hawk’s mate being quite disappointed as it comes home with no stick.

Red-shouldered hawk with a stick (photo: Mike Pirtle)

10:10AM: The number of tourists on the boardwalk are increasing steadily. Our choice to go birding as early as the swamp was opened was clearly a wise decision.

10:16AM: Dad notices a mysterious, small bird in a dead tree. I can tell it is a warbler and take careful note of its fieldmarks: yellow eye-stripe, subtle streaking on the chest, bright yellow undertail coverts, with black and white rectrices. A quick flip through Sibley yields no suitable results for me.

Lookin' at a warbler (photo: Mike Pirtle)

10:25AM: Back at the visitor center, I peek into a Peterson Warbler field guide at the gift shop and, thanks to the unique undertail coverts and rectrices, identify our mystery warbler as a palm warbler! Our last bird of the day and, quite possibly, the last new species I will add to my 2013 bird list.

11:04AM: Driving back into Longshore Lake neighborhood, we see some Muscovy ducks on the lake. Grandpa articulates what we’re all thinking: “they’re ugly as sin!”

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

In Transit

What I did this past month:

-Went backpacking on Isle Royale

-Saw tons of evidence of moose



Camped in style

-Found some amphibians

-Acted in an inspirational commercial

-Got territorially grunted at by river otters

-Ate terrific food

-Drove to Texas

-Helped take care of a stray dog

-Visited the Dallas Zoo


-Officially became a Texas driver (yay?)

-Got the inside of my nose re-built so I can breathe like a normal person

-Ate Hawaiian shaved ice sold in a pirate ship

-Headed West

-Installed a new dashboard-duckie

-Hiked around Arches National Park





-Did not die of dehydration in the desert

-Was endlessly amused by lizards

-Camped in the desert


Enjoyed another fantastic week as a counselor at Camp Aranu'tiq in California.


-Enjoyed soaring turkey vultures (and a California condor!! sadly, no pictures) at Pinnacles National Park


-Arrived in San Francisco fulfilled, excited, exhausted...