Cottonwood Produces Again!

There’s this tiny town just an hour to the southwest called Cottonwood that is just a dynamic little spot to find some incredible birds.  Southwestern Minnesota, in general, has some phenomenal birding having more prairie and being on the eastern edge of the range for many western species.  There’s always good things happening down there.  Cottonwood isn’t as far south or west as one can go, but it still gets some pretty unique action.  Probably what draws the birds in is a collection of water holes in an otherwise dry landscape.  It’s not like west-central Minnesota where you can’t travel a half mile without seeing a puddle, a slough, or a lake.  This limited water around Cottonwood consists of their famous sewage ponds, Sham Lake, and Cottonwood Lake.  Whatever Cottonwood’s secret is, I have made a couple quick stops when passing through over the years and picked up such notables as Wilson’s Phalaropes and Blue Grosbeaks.

From using my site Birding Across America, I have been following a couple of birders who make regular eBird reports out of the Cottonwood area.  I’ve never met the guys, but based on their modern-sounding first names I’m assuming they are young men – younger than me.  Another indicator of their youth is that they never post to MOU-net while that’s pretty much all the serious birders of the old guard use.  These guys are flying under the radar with reports of California Gulls, Great-tailed Grackles, Western Kingbirds, and much more.  I’m always excited to read their eBird checklists – there’s always at least one gold nugget in there.

This past week it turned out there were 16 such gold nuggets in the form of Cattle Egrets. 16!  The birds were feeding in a small channel that flowed into the east side of Cottonwood Lake.  I had to check it out as Cattle Egrets are tough to come by, and Evan and I have never seen one.  Well, Evan claims he saw one close to home two years ago actually feeding on a cow’s back.  I’m not going to doubt him based on his own established birding reputation, which will be showcased later in the post.  Regardless, I had never seen one, and Steve had never seen one in Minnesota. So it was off to Cottonwood for us.

We got down to this channel and found nothing but American Coots.  I was certain that at least one of those Cattle Egrets would be lingering around a weedy edge somewhere. Nada. So Plan A was gone. We moved on to Sham Lake to look for the egrets there and maybe possibly turn up a scoter of some sort. Sham was a sham.  Just pelicans, the usual waterfowl, and some terns.  By now we were on Plan C which was to bird the sewage ponds.  We weren’t expecting a Cattle Egret here, but shorebirds are on the move so we were hopeful for some exciting bird in the rocks.  Nothing there either.  At one point we got pretty excited about an unusual-looking gull.  Turns out it was just a juvenile Bonaparte’s.  Steve and I both appreciated having seen it and added to our birding knowledge.

Plan D was to move on to the large slough south of Cottonwood.  We picked up some Western Grebes there last year, and its marshy edges felt very egrety.  There was, of course, the usual waterfowl and token yellowlegs on the shore, but nothing stood out as unusual.  Steve set up up his spotting scope to start scanning the far stuff and hopefully pull up something really good.  Being scopeless, I just looked around a bit, occasionally pulling up the bins.  At one point I noticed the dirt clumps in the corn stubble field right next to us were moving.  Looking closer I saw a large, late flock of Greater White-fronted Geese feeding right on the edge of the field.  Somehow Steve had managed to miss this species for this year.  I knew this, so I smugly asked, “Hey Steve, you still need a Greater White-fronted Goose for the year?”  But Steve silenced my smirk when he looked over at the flock and said, “Hey, what’s that white thing?”

Somehow I missed a white bird nestled in with some brown birds in a black field.  I got on it with my camera and told Steve I think we had a Ross’s Goose!  I sneaked up and got some pictures and went back to show Steve.  We knew it was either a Ross’s or Snow Goose.  Looking at the picture we could see the obvious size difference between the smaller white goose and the Greater White-fronted Goose.  That sealed it as a Ross’s Goose since the Snow Goose is the same exact size as th GWFG.  Yes!  It was a life bird for Evan and me.

Ross's Goose in foreground; Greater White-fronted Geese in background

Ross’s Goose in foreground; Greater White-fronted Geese in background

IMG_8090This is one of those life birds that is expected in our area.  We just hadn’t turned one up yet.  They are quite scarce in relation to the other goose species.  I always thought this one would be easy to get since Randy, the wise Yoda birder of Kandiyohi County, had said all you have to do is stand in your yard during migration, find a flock of Snow Geese going over your house, and look for the goose that’s 25% smaller than the rest. Seemed easy enough.  Except we don’t get nearly the fly-over flocks that Randy does even though he’s just 5 miles to the west.  And I’ve learned that Randy downplays how rare or scarce a bird is.  I mean, he’s had a Lazuli Bunting and Yellow-crowned Night Heron in his yard, so why would a Ross’s Goose be so hard to him?  I started to get clued in when I’d see people report Ross’s Geese on the listserv and get all excited about them on Facebook.

A Sore Thumb - Notice how the Ross's is 3/4 the size of his companions

A Sore Thumb – Notice how the Ross’s is 3/4 the size of his companions

Ross and his entourage

Ross and his entourage

Our trip to Cottonwood was short as it was getting late and time to head back.  We stopped by that channel where the egrets were one last time.  Again, nothing.  But from the back seat Evan says, “Hey guys, I see a Green Heron down there.”  Sure enough, there one stood.  This was the first time I’ve ever got to get a really good look at one in breeding plumage.  The colors were fantastic.  And of course I am referring to the green grass showing up.  The bird was also nice.

Green Heron

Green Heron

IMG_8135Nice eye, Evan.  We ended up seeing two more of these guys after this.  It’s always a fun bird to see.

It was a good, short trip to Cottonwood.  We didn’t get our target, but we swapped it for another lifer instead.  We’ll take that anyday.  We shall return to find more of Cottonwood’s treasures.

Guest Post: From the Guide with Love

Editor’s Note: This is a guest submission from my dad, Rick Wallestad, who is referred to as “The Guide” on the bio page of this blog.  That title comes from his background as a wildlife biologist for the state of Montana where he studied Greater Sage Grouse extensively.

Montana Sage Grouse a bulletin for the Montana Department of Fish and Game written by Richard Wallestad

Montana Sage Grouse – a bulletin for the Montana Department of Fish and Game written by Richard Wallestad

Dear Josh,

As I read your post “From Europe with Love” I experienced several different emotions. The first was one of pride in my son who has taken a hobby and turned it into a passion that he shares with his family using an incredible writing ability.

The second was one of remembrance. You are turning 35 this summer—35 years ago I was 35 and on the day you were born I walked away from a 10-year career with the Montana Fish and Game Department as a research biologist. One of my regrets is that during my 10 years of field work in Montana I did not take time to go birding. All my work was with game birds, other birds were referred to as dicky birds or small brown birds.

When I was working in the sagebrush grasslands of central Montana, a group of birders contacted me and wanted to see sage grouse. Their visit was during the breeding season and I took them out to a strutting ground. We drove to the center of the ground and male sage grouse were strutting on all sides of the truck. The visitors were beyond excited as they snapped picture after picture. One of the birders said it was his 440th life bird. I now know what a life bird is thanks to your blog.

Keep up the good work!

Love, Dad

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Mountain Bluebird – definitely not a brown bird but one of those “dicky” birds that the Guide finally stopped to see recently when passing through Colorado

From Europe with Love

Dear Evan and Marin,

Right now this blog is not a part of your world, but someday you may find yourself reading through these posts to relive, or in some cases, learn about the adventures and memories we have shared through birding.  That’s one of the reasons why I write the blog.  If you stumble across this letter, I want you to know it’s a story for you, a story about your dad.  More important than the story are the lessons I have learned from the story and want to pass on to you.

This story began on a Friday, a normal school day. Or so I thought.  I had no idea that this day would hold a big surprise.  Now, surprises aren’t always good.  In fact, I’ve had many days with sad and terrible surprises.  But this day would hold one of the good surprises, the really good kind – the kind that deserves to be told.

Let’s start the story with my shoes.  For some reason I put on tennis shoes as I got ready for work.  I never do that.  I always wear dress shoes. I’m not sure why I put on tennis shoes exactly.  Maybe it’s because it was a Friday toward the end of the school year and I was just feeling lazy.  But in hind sight, it turned out to be the right choice.

As I was at work that day, I stole away a moment (or a couple) to check my email for any bird reports. Spring migration is a crazy time of year when anything can happen as far as birds go. It is the season of good surprises.  One of my email checks was a jaw-dropper: EURASIAN WIGEON in WINSTED.  The Eurasian Wigeon is a rare duck that visits North America and a beautiful duck at that.  Twice in the previous week this species had shown up in two different locations in Minnesota. But the distance was always just a little too great for the present circumstances, and the duck never hung on for more than a day.  Winsted, on the other hand, was only a 45 minute drive from work. That’s nothing.

My mind swirled with this news, making it hard to give my full concentration to my work. Instead I was thinking of every way possible to get to Willmar to pick you both up and get back to Winsted.  It was not something I could do after school because of our evening plans.  As the clock ticked, it was becoming more and more clear to me that I just didn’t have the extra hour it would take to pick you up.  I wrestled with this for quite awhile as the pull to go see the duck was getting stronger and the time was getting shorter.

Finally I decided to go for it.  I decided you had a lot more years to see this duck than I did.  After all, Randy has never even seen one, and he has seen the likes of a Vermilion Flycatcher, a Ruff, and a male Harlequin Duck all in our county.  He’s pretty much seen it all.  Not only did I know you had more time, but I also knew there would be a good chance to see one someday in Phoenix.

Making the decision to go still wasn’t easy.  It would mean leaving work early to – see a bird.  It was irrational.  But I work with good people who know my passion for this hobby and who helped me make it happen on short notice. With my “t”s crossed and “i”s dotted, I made some hasty sub plans to take off the last two periods of the day.  It felt strange to be grabbing my coat and heading out the classroom door while kids were coming in and peppering me with questions about where I was going.  By now the kids know I’m crazy when it comes to birds, and it’s all quite normal.  Birding has been great for connecting with students – they always want to know where I go, what I saw, or share a bird sighting they had.  I think, in general, people are fascinated by the passions of others.  It’s engaging and contagious.

Being a teacher I calmly walked down the hallways.  Once I hit that outer door, though, I sprinted for the car. The shoe decision had paid off. My already elevated heart-rate was now a full-on throbbing in my chest from the excitement and exercise.  It felt crazy. It felt exhilarating.  It felt like I was fully-alive.  As I drove I started to think about you guys.  I thought about how I hope you can find something that gives you this same feeling.  Whether that’s a job, a hobby, or people, I want you to feel excited for life and live it to its fullest.  It is way too short to not experience the thrill of living and doing what you love to do.  Find your passion and pursue it.

There really isn’t much to the rest of the story.  I made it to the site of the duck a little quicker than is legal and found other birders there already – other people living their passion on a moment’s notice, people who celebrate and cheer each other on over a common interest.IMG_7943

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My heart did sink a bit when I was told an eagle flew over, flushing the ducks just minutes before I got there.  But with persistence, I refound the Eurasian Wigeon for the group and got to see it for the first time.  Evan, I know you were sad when you heard I saw this duck without you, but you didn’t miss much.  It was way out there.

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Eurasian Wigeon

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Cousins from different continents – Eurasian Wigeon and American Wigeon

I’m hoping that when you read this you will have both seen this beautiful duck for yourselves and at a much closer view.  I can’t wait for the day I get to properly photograph this amazing bird.

My story and lessons don’t just end with the wigeon.  This particular weekend will long stand out in my mind as one of the best, if not the best birding weekend I’ve ever had. (Remember that on Sunday of this same weekend Evan and I saw the Garganey in Wisconsin).  The very next morning (Saturday) I got up early before you were both awake to do some birding at the Atwater sewage ponds.  I can’t say I was looking for anything in particular, but I’ve had such success in finding good birds lately that I am addicted to the search.  It turns out that this particular morning would provide me with yet another incredible find – the Lesser Black-backed Gull, another bird that hails from Europe.

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L-R: Two Ring-billed Gulls, two Bonaparte’s Gulls, and the Lesser Black-backed Gull

Not only was this a rare visitor, but none of the birding greats had ever found it in Kandiyohi County before – it was a first record!  Not even Randy, who sits on top with 290 species, or Ron who has been birding for over 50 years and has 285 county species has seen it here.  I am the only one. Sadly, this bird did not stick around for these guys to add to their lists.   So, here’s my lesson in this second story: there is room in this big world for you to leave your mark, to make a difference, or make a contribution.  You matter, and you can do great things despite what’s been done before or what others say.   I figured the birding records were all wrapped up by the big boys, yet I managed to make a small contribution to the history of birding in our area.

Lesser Black-backed Gull

Lesser Black-backed Gull

The final thing I want to leave you with is that all the excitement I had in these stories and all the fun I have birding pales in comparison to the joy and satisfaction I get from being your dad.  Having you guys has helped me realize a little more what it means to live life to the fullest.  And you are my greatest contributions to this world.  I love you, kids.

Dad