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Birding Colorado Springs – Blodgett Peak Open Space and Garden of the Gods
After our brief visit to the Badlands and Black Hills, we were headed south to the Colorado Springs area where we were going to meet up with two of my cousins that I hadn’t seen in years. The fastest way to the Springs was to shoot down through Nebraska, but common sense prevailed and we opted for a slightly longer route that would take us down through Wyoming. We were in the west after all; we might as well see some of it and tally a new state for the kids.
The beauty of the Black Hills and the Oglala National Grasslands in western South Dakota continued to amaze us. And the birds were pretty great too. At one point, three Black-billed Magpies flew across the road. Good birds but nothing new. Lark Buntings continued their ubiquity along the fencelines of Oglala. I also spied a Common Nighthawk perched on a fence post. I almost hit the brakes for that photo op, but I couldn’t risk being late in the Springs, and one must limit the number of birding emergency stops for fear of making the non-birding family members weary.
Instead I spent one of my limited emergency birding stops on this guy – the Ferruginous Hawk!! A spendid and thrilling life bird indeed, a birder’s hawk for sure.
Ferruginous Hawk
There were more raptors perched on poles, but we were in a hurry and couldn’t afford to stop anymore even if I did need to find a Swainson’s Hawk for Evan and for my photo collection. After all, there were relatives to catch up with, good barbecue to eat, and lizards to catch.
Evan’s cousin Andrew showed him the ropes for catching these cool lizards, and Evan caught this one all on his own. As someone who had cages full of lizards as a kid, I wanted to keep this one in the worst way. Even Melissa said it was cute. If Evan had asked, I couldn’t say no. But he didn’t ask, so there was no moral dilemma of the lizard variety.
As Evan played with lizards, I checked out the birds hanging around my cousin’s house. I saw many of our species from back home, but we did pick up the Broad-tailed Hummingbird which would become probably the most common bird of the trip. Its metallic buzzing could be heard almost everywhere we went. Otherwise, Mountain Bluebirds, which would also become quite common, were still captivating at this point.
Female Mountain Bluebird
Male Mountain Bluebird
As fun as it was to hang out with my relatives, all good things must come to an end as they say. So we grabbed a hotel room in town before our journey into the mountains of south-central Colorado near Westcliffe. As I had done in Hot Springs, I was up that next morning before first light so I could do some solo birding before everyone was awake. eBird was again very helpful in finding me a birding locale within a short drive from our hotel. I went up the side of the mountain on the very western edge of the Springs where I birded Blodgett Peak Open Space. This big fella was there to greet me.
Mule Deer Buck
Once again the first bird to greet me of the morning was the Spotted Towhee. I was hoping for better photo ops, but the day was too young and not very accommodating with its early-morning light. It’s too bad because this bird was everywhere and close. I really wanted that killer photo to solidify my first sighting back home in Minnesota last April. But it wasn’t to be. Not yet anyway.
One of the first lifers I heard that morning but took awhile to see was the Mountain Chickadee. The song I was hearing was definitely chickadee in origin, but definitely different from our Black-capped variety back home. Eventually, though, I was able to lay eyes on this spastic seed-eater. This was a hoped-for lifer of the trip.
Mountain Chickadee
From reading the eBird reports I was expecting to find Western Scrub Jays. It took me awhile, but I found a couple of this life bird.
Western Scrub Jay
On my quiet walk with no other people around I also found a lifer Virginia’s Warbler. In typical warbler fashion, it wasn’t posing for any photos, and I just wasn’t up for chasing down a good photo of a bland bird.
Virginia’s Warbler
Walking in the mountains is always a good way to start the day, even more so when you tally three life birds in the process.
Getting back to the hotel I was greeted by one of the literal trash birds of the west, the Black-billed Magpie. It’s such a shame that such a good-looking bird lowers its standards to the likes of gulls and jays by eating things one can only find in parking lots and such. There must have been a dozen hopping through the parking lot, standing on dumpsters, walking the rooflines of the hotel, and disappearing into the pines across the street. It was fun to actually photograph them up close and in good light – something I have not been able to do in the Sax-Zim Bog. I had never really seen the blue tint on them before, and I also discovered that their eyes are blue too!
Black-billed Magpie
After enjoying the magpies and getting the family assembled, we headed to Garden of the Gods. We visited this National Natural Landmark five years ago, but with its other-worldly rock outcroppings it is a must-see each visit.
Central Garden at Garden of the Gods
If you can look past the artificial hand-holding, you can see that the natural beauty abounds.
And the birds are beautiful here too as this brazen and audacious Western Scrub Jay shows while he prowled the parking lot for picnic leftovers or eyeballs of tourists napping in chairs. It was good that Evan got to tally this lifer too since I had got mine earlier that morning.
Evan’s Western Scrub Jay lifer
Melissa spied this Violet-green Swallow perched conspicuously on a snag. It was fun to see its true colors as its namesake implies.
Violet-green Swallow
While Evan tried to climb rocks,
I tried to photograph missiles with wings, known as White-throated Swifts.
White-throated Swift (if you squint)
Neither of us were very good. But we both had fun trying.
At one point I heard a Spotted Towhee singing its song. I was still on the hunt for a good photo of this bird. I dragged the family to the spot, and we all looked unsuccessfully. Finally I decided to pull the plug. Then Evan cried out, “But Dad, I’ve never seen one!” I completely forgot he needed this lifer! I never was able to get him on the bird in our own county, so apparently it had been gnawing at him that I had this bird and he didn’t. Alright, so now it was more than just getting a photo; it was a genuine life bird hunt.
We still couldn’t see this particular bird we were looking for, but it didn’t matter because we eventually heard another one singing his heart out from the top of a juniper. Evan got his lifer. I got my photo. Whew. It felt doubly good. I could finally put that great sighting from back in April to rest. And so could Evan. Little did I know that the Spotted Towhee would be obscenely common for the rest of our trip.
Spotted Towhee
Colorado Springs held a nice cache of life birds (and relatives) for us. After Garden of the Gods, we were headed up to the mountains in Custer County. Coming up will be perhaps the best birding we would experience the whole trip.
Black-headed Grosbeak
Lark Bunting
Mountain Bluebird
Violet-green Swallow
White-throated Swift
Swainson’s Hawk
The Colorado Trip: Birding South Dakota’s Badlands and Black Hills
Finally. After an eight-year hiatus, the great American road-trip was reborn in our family. There’s something liberating about heading out on the open road putting hundreds of miles under our seats, crossing numerous state lines and seeing new sights. Our kids are to the age where they are now able to tolerate such intense travel and enjoy it too. This summer we were headed to the mountains of Colorado to visit my aunt and uncle in their beautiful mountain home.
Though not the quickest route, we opted to head to Colorado via Rapid City so we could see Mt. Rushmore. It would be a first for Melissa and the kids, so it was a must-stop. The scenery and the birding was most unimpressive until we crossed the Missouri River at Chamberlain. But then, as soon as we made it to South Dakota’s better half, a western bird ambassador was there to welcome us. A gorgeous, no-doubt-about-it Swainson’s Hawk soared over the freeway while I was cruising along at 75 MPH. I involuntarily hollered, “Swainson’s Hawk!” Of course, soaring birds and speeding cars do not lend themselves to photo ops or good viewing. Evan panickingly asked, “Where?!” But it was too late and he didn’t see it. Then the porch-lip came out in the back seat, and I was reminded by my wife to not draw attention to wildlife sightings on the road because the kids inevitably miss them. We’ve been down this road before. Though I could now firmly claim this lifer, I tried to console Evan by assuring him that there would be more Swainson’s Hawks on this trip. Boy, was I right, but that’s for another post.
Though not part of the original travel plans, we opted last-minute to dip south of I-90 to drive through Badlands National Park. Growing up in Montana and then moving to Minnesota, I don’t know how many times I’ve traveled the I-90 stretch, but I have no memory of ever driving through the Badlands and seeing them up close. I only remember distant views from the interstate. I am so glad we decided to take this detour. The Badlands are truly impressive with their beauty and other-wordly look. And we were there on a beautiful day with cool temps.
The expanse of the Badlands goes for miles, and I could have photographed them all day, but I was distracted by the birds. When we stopped at one of the first scenic overlooks I caught sight of a blue bird. It turned out to be our Mountain Bluebird lifer.
Mountain Bluebird
This was a hoped-for lifer and not one that I expected to get so soon in the trip. It turns out that there would be even more life birds at this little stop. Buzzing around the cliffs and rocky outcroppings were several Violet-green Swallows. My photo in the harsh afternoon sun doesn’t fairly show its namesake, but I can assure you that this is probably the finest-looking swallow there is.
Violet-green Swallow
I expected this bird and was able to identify it easily because of my eBird scouting. That scouting also helped me identify another fast-flier, the White-throated Swift! Photographing swallows and swifts is a daunting task under normal conditions, even more so when you are trying to keep children frum plummeting to their deaths. Needless to say, I didn’t get any photos of the swifts.
I could not believe how accessible death was at this place. Sure there are fun hills to climb like pictured above, but the other side is a doozy. This canyon was well over 100 feet down.
It was fun to look at the bottom of this barren piece of earth and see a family of Say’s Phoebes, another good western bird.
What a good little stop this was – three quick lifers and a fun place to stretch the legs after a long drive. But we had more Badlands to see and hopefully more birds too, so we continued on our drive through the park. We spied Western Kingbirds wherever there were trees on which they could perch. Such a fun bird.
Western Kingbird
As we made our way out of the park on Sage Creek Road, I was watching the fences for more WEKIs as well as Lark Buntings. This potential lifer was reported as “ubiquitous” on this road in one eBird report. I was very hopeful. We did stop to be entertained by the myriad of Prairie Dogs as they popped up and disappeared like a real-life whack-a-mole game for as far as the eye could see. The whole family enjoyed the antics of these cute, pudgy rodents.
Prairie Dog
But doggone it, I completely forgot to check out the Prairie Dog Town for Burrowing Owls. I had seen reports of them being with the Prairie Dogs. One of those dogs poking its head up could just as easily been one of the Burrowers. We’ve seen them before in Arizona, but one should never pass up an opportunity to look for a Burrowing Owl.
We continued our drive, and I was getting frustrated that we were not seeing the “ubiquitous” Lark Buntings. Finally as we pulled out of the park, Evan pointed to a group of birds on the fence and asked what they were. Mixed in with dozens of Mourning Doves were two Lark Buntings! But they were a long way off and not letting themselves be photographed well.
It didn’t matter because as we kept driving on Sage Creek Road on the outside of the park, the Lark Buntings truly were ubiquitous. I guess I should have read that report a little more carefully. In case you are a birder and are looking for the Lark Bunting, the birds were on the wires on the north-south stretch.
Lark Bunting
After securing a tidy haul of life birds and enjoying the scenery, it was time to make our way to the Black Hills of South Dakota to meet up with the presidents at Keystone. The most notable bird seen along the way was a Red-headed Woodpecker – always a treat to find.
The stop to see Mt. Rushmore was brief. It was basically a tick on the bucket list for many in our party and nothing more. To us it just did not compare to the natural beauty of the area and its wildlife.
Great Faces
With their pine covered mini-mountains, the Black Hills are absolutely gorgeous. Our destination for the night was Hot Springs, a great small-town without the tourist trappings of Keystone. But on the way to Hot Springs we passed through Wind Caves National Park. Nothing new in terms of birds, but this guy right by the road was startling, a little scary, and very cool!
We eventually made it to Hot Springs where we settled in for the night. But being in new lands with new birds does not lend itself to getting rest. I was up and at ’em at first light to check out a local city park, Lower Chautauqua Park, located near a water park called – get this – Evans Plunge. I was going to this park because it was very near our hotel and there had been eBird reports of Black-headed Grosbeaks among other notable western birds.
The first bird I heard and saw was the Spotted Towhee. It was quite a thrill to catch up with this old friend after finding my lifer as a Kandiyohi County first official record back home in April. In the early morning light I was only able to moderately improve my photograph of this species.
Spotted Towhee
Eventually I had the good fortune of bumping into the reported Black-headed Grosbeaks. Despite my best efforts of following them through the trees, I only managed to get one decent photo. Regardless, I was pretty excited to get this lifer. It was such a cool-looking bird. I don’t think I’ve met a grosbeak I didn’t like.
Black-headed Grosbeaks
I wish I could have hung out longer to get more photos of these birds in better light, but I had to head back to the hotel so we could get ready to venture through Wyoming on our way to Colorado. South Dakota was good to us with several lifers and spectacular beauty, but it was time to get to Colorado to see what avian treasures awaited us.
