A Consolation Prize that Trumped the Target

Sometimes a perfect storm comes along that produces some great birding.  No, I’m not talking about Wednesday’s blizzard whose 11 inches of snow and limited visibility thrust us back into the heart of winter.  Instead, I’m referring to Melissa having a planned crafting night with some girlfriends and me wanting to go see an easy-pickings Eastern Screech Owl in Hutchinson.  The problem with this owl is that it is nesting in a Wood Duck nesting box and only pokes its head out close to dark. Normally that’s not a problem, but when it’s nearly an hour’s drive and the sun sets around 8:00, it gets too late to bring Evan along, especially on a school night.  But this was no school night and I was fed up with being housebound by the snow when I should be out doing anything, really.

So I got the van set up with the DVD player, rented Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2, and the kids and I set sail for Hutch.  They were excited to be in their pajamas watching a movie in the car and going on another one of dad’s owl quests. As we drove I did my best to tally species and count birds for an eBird checklist.  Ordinarily that’s easy to do in the winter when we hardly have anything with feathers to look at.  Now, though, there are birds everywhere.  I quickly gave up counting and only made note of the notable ones – go figure. Mostly the birds were migrating waterfowl.  Since we’ve nearly seen all we can see in that department, I did not slow down for the birds.  I had to keep focused on the mission of getting to Hutch.  I did keep one eye open for American Black Ducks – an uncommon bird here, getting even harder to find with each day of migration that passes by.  I imagine that to see them, though, I’ll have to man up and stand in the freezing cold to sort through hundreds of Mallards and thousands of Canada Geese when the only thing creating open water is the incessant paddling of the ducks and geese.

Anyhow, as we cruised through Cosmos and were traveling by a good-sized slough, I saw a small, white water-bird of some sort constantly flying over the water and touching down every now and then. It was quite small with a black head.   What the? Was it a tern of some sort back already? In any case, I had to pull over and see what this was. I knew already that it had a black head and was a white bird, but the binoculars revealed a most impressive clue as to what it was.  That clue, or clues rather, where the white triangles on the outer parts of the wings – a field mark that clinched this as our lifer Bonaparte’s Gull!

Bonaparte's Gull lifer!

Bonaparte’s Gull lifer!

I’ve never gotten into gulls, but this might very well be the turning point.  When I first got into birding I wrote off sparrows and gulls as drab, boring birds that all looked alike.  Well, I’ve come to really enjoy the sparrows the more I’ve seen, so now maybe gulls will follow suit.  This was a crisp-looking gull whose petite size and rapid flight made it fascinating to watch.

IMG_7650The rapid flight also made it a bugger to photograph. The bird was often flying far away but when it was close, it was zipping by too fast.  It gave me a great example for the next time I teach related rates in calculus – as the bird’s distance to me decreased, the speed at which the angle from me to the bird increased, reaching its fastest point when it was directly in front of me and slowing down again the further away the bird flew.  The translation here is that I basically got lots and lots of blurry shots for the split second it was right by me or lots and lots of clear shots when it was far away.  Finally, though, I was able to put calculus (and the bird) on my side to get some photos I could live with.  Adding to the difficulty of photographing this bird was that I was standing along the very busy Hwy. 7 – I am sure that I will be asked a hundred times next week in school about what I was doing.

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Me -1 Calculus - 0

Me -1 Calculus – 0

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I only saw this gull land twice.  I couldn’t get over how small it was.  Here it dabbled with some dabblers, the Blue-winged Teal.

Bonaparte's Gull with a pair of Blue-winged Teal

Bonaparte’s Gull with a pair of Blue-winged Teal

My meatballs endured this lengthy photo shoot since they were engrossed in their movie.  Evan did pause long enough look at his new life bird.  He’s all about the ticks – his interest in birding spikes, albeit briefly, when there’s a new bird on the line.

We continued on to Hutchinson and drove around for a bit before staking out the yard with the Eastern Screech Owl.  I was hoping to find our beloved state bird, the Common Loon, simply known as the “loon.”  I heard several of them have been back already. We didn’t have any luck on the loon but did find an environmental learning center where corn had been set out for ducks and geese.  It was pretty neat to see wild Snow Geese up close, but the chain-link fence made for difficult photography.

Snow Geese -  "Blues"

Snow Geese – “Blues”

We finally got to our stake-out.  The truth is that I didn’t want to stay long as I was a bit uncomfortable parking in front of someone’s house and watching their front yard.  More than once I have felt like a creep in the name of birding.  Anyway, we watched for the owl, or I watched anyway, while the kids started their second movie.

Alas, there was no owl.  A new and local birder, Kristine, who had put me onto this owl and who discovered the incredible McLeod County record Northern Hawk Owl told me that the owners of the Wood Duck box have a video camera inside the box.  The Screech now had 5 eggs and wasn’t as regular in her game of peek-a-boo anymore.

Finally darkness arrived, and it was time to head home. But, as is protocol on our bigger birding trips, we stopped off for a fast-food snack before hitting the road.  And now my birding eyes switched to deer mode while I drove home in the darkness listening to two kids laughing simultaneously at the antics of Tom and Jerry.  We didn’t see what we came to see, but that’s okay.  It was a fun outing with an unexpected life bird.  Seeing the Screech would have just been the icing on the cake.

Good Birding Can’t Be Muted

It just seems that the good birding won’t stop.  While the Arizona birding was a grand adventure and the Spotted Towhee was a mountain-top experience (far from literally, of course), I have continued to experience some great moments in birding.  Sticking to the integrity of this blog that documents shared family experiences, I often do not write about those times.  Today, however, the family was along and got to experience some unplanned, unforgettable birding.

This afternoon we went down to Stewart to visit my Aunt and Uncle.  My Uncle Larry is our CPA and had just finished our tax returns, so we were going to head down that way to visit for a bit, go through the returns, and find out the good or bad news.  Not only was it fun to visit with Larry and Les as always, but we got to check out the resident and migrating birds that were actively moving around on their acreage.  At one point several of us were watching a group of 8 Northern Flickers (I’ve been seeing them in large groups lately).  Then Larry asked what kind of larger bird was sitting in the middle of the yard.  Wait, what? I had seen what he was looking at earlier but dismissed it as a fallen branch.  Here it was a motionless Cooper’s Hawk that had a Northern Flicker pinned to the ground the whole time we were watching the Northern Flickers bopping all over the yard!

Cooper's Hawk on top of  a Northern Flicker

Cooper’s Hawk on top of a Northern Flicker

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We all watched in awe (or horror depending on the person) as this flicker fought for his life and flapped like crazy.  The whole time the hawk just stayed on its head/neck.  Eventually, after several minutes, the flicker gave up the ghost and the hawk proceeded to rip him to shreds.  Evan was beyond excited and wanted to go flush the hawk so he could see the dead bird.  We told him he couldn’t disturb the hawk’s dinner.  But when we left a short time later, he ran over to that spot anyway.  The hawk and the flicker were both gone.  It was a cool display of nature.

Speaking of cool raptors killing and eating stuff, here is a shot from the previous night when I went out with Steve for some serious birding around Kandiyohi County.  We had many highlights, but this one took the cake – a Merlin eating a Dark-eyed Junco.  The junco was enough of a distraction to the Merlin that I was able to get close (and use Steve’s sunroof on his new car) to get some good photos of this uncommon bird.

Merlin eating a Dark-eyed Junco

Merlin eating a Dark-eyed Junco

IMG_7541On the way home from Uncle Larry’s we were driving along when I spotted a suspicious-looking white egret all hunched up in our 35-degree weather.  I had to turn around to see if it was a Snowy Egret or a Cattle Egret, both of which are rare but regular birds to our area.  Nope, it was just the common Great Egret.

Great Egret

Great Egret

I had seen a large, white bird on the same pond while driving by at 60 MPH but just dismissed it as an American White Pelican, Trumpeter Swan, or Tundra Swan.  In any case, it would have been boring and not worth a second glance.  However, after we stopped and looked at the egret, Melissa asked me what the big, white bird was.  So I put up my binoculars and couldn’t believe my eyes! It was a lifer AND a rare bird – the Mute Swan!  I really need to bring Melissa with me more often.  She finds all the good stuff!

Mute Swan!

Mute Swan!

IMG_7572Wow, what a find! This species was introduced to the United States and is actually an invasive species in certain areas that threatens the comeback of the Trumpeter Swan. Nevertheless, not a lot of them show up in Minnesota.  In fact, the one we found this evening is a Renville County first record!  It was truly an exciting find and one that made me fumble with my phone trying to put out a lightning-fast post on the listserv so other interested birders could see it too.

Oh, and by the way, we got a nice refund.  🙂

A Moment of Glory – the Good, the Bad, the Ugly

Disclaimer: The Arizona series has been interrupted by a birding event so big that it might just cause the author to burst if he could not spew his memories and thoughts now. There is nothing Arizona-esque about this post. No cactus. No sand and rocks. Certainly no sunshine.

Birdwatching may seem like a peaceful, passive activity.  I can tell you that it is most definitely not that way for this birder.  The migrating birds appear deceptively serene as they glide through the air and stop by the feeders.  But they are on a tight schedule.  If they were people, you’d catch them watching the clock constantly, waiting for that moment they had to leave for their next stop on their way to wherever they’re final destination is for the spring.  The birders are watching their clocks and calendars too.  We have about a three-week window to find three species of migrating owls – Northern Saw-whet, Long-eared, and Short-eared – and that window just opened.

Yesterday after supper I decided to go to a Wildlife Management Area just a couple miles from the house.  There was a plantation of pines on the slough-dotted prairie – the perfect roosting spot for an owl layover.  I told Melissa I was only going to take a 15 minute walk around this stand of pines, a time-limit she should, and does, know is not realistic.  I asked Evan if he wanted to take a short hike with me before bed.  He declined.  Apparently the iPad had a greater pull this evening.

The Good

I got to the WMA in short order and began my walk toward the pines.  Canada Geese were standing on the ice of a slough, staking their claim for a nesting spot for when or if the ice melts. I saw a few Red-winged Blackbirds and listened to a Great Horned Owl hooting from the nearby farm place.  I was making careful observations of all my sightings because I’ve been doing more and more reports on eBird, a worldwide sightings database that isn’t widely used by Minnesota birders.  I knew no eBirder had ever walked this WMA, so I wanted to begin to tell its story for future birders and scientists.

As I walked a path between a shrubby area on my left and the pines on my right, I saw a chunky bird in the brush in the low light of dusk.  Pulling up the binoculars, I saw it was a migrating Fox Sparrow, an excellent find that already made it a good walk.  These guys are some of the coolest, toughest sparrows I know.  With their grumpy face and two-footed kicking action in the dirt, they are all-in, can-do sparrows with an attitude.  There is nothing half-hearted about them.  Not even a half foot of fresh snow on the ground is keeping them from kicking their way down to the grass for some food.  If Teddy Roosevelt were a bird, he’d be a Fox Sparrow – that’s how robust they are.  But maybe I’m just partial to TR since we share an affinity for Chestnut-sided Warblers.

Fox Sparrow (Archive photo taken during one of last year's April blizzards)

Fox Sparrow (Archive photo taken during one of the two April blizzards last year)

Not long after the Fox Sparrow, I see another chunky-type bird in the brush.  Another Fox Sparrow? No, no, a hundred times no. The binoculars revealed something far, far greater.  Rufous sides, black head and beak, white belly, white spots on the black wings and back.  I could not believe it.  I was staring at a Spotted Towhee, an obvious life bird for me but more importantly, a very rare bird for Minnesota. I had never even seen the locally uncommon Eastern Towhee, let alone the Spotted Towhee from the western United States! My mind was swirling, but I knew I had to get pictures or this green-horned birder would not be believed by anyone.  I fumbled for my camera and fired off a couple quick, horrible shots.  I knew my images proved the identity, so my thinking was thrown into an avalanche of thoughts about what to do next. Do I post it to the listserv from my phone right now? Do I keep chasing this bird to get that killer photo? Do I call my local birding buddies first? Do I run home to get Evan even though he is probably getting ready for bed and race back here to hopefully find it?  What do I do?

The bird was helping me make my decision.  It was in an isolated bush on the prairie and then moved to an isolated Cottonwood tree down by the large slough. Okay, I’ve got it pinned.  Photos can wait until after I get people mobilized. I knew I had to stay with the bird and couldn’t go home.  Certainly this bird was either a life bird, state bird, or county bird for my friends.  I decided to call Steve first.

The Bad

As I was on the phone with Steve, I lost track of the towhee in the lone tree on the prairie.  Argh. I obviously can’t multi-task.  Despite the darkness that was closing in with the setting sun, Steve said he’d come out my way to help me search.  It would be a lifer for him, #300, in fact.

Steve got out there, and we walked around all the brushy places and the wet places in the vicinity of the sighting.  Nothing. No luck.  To add to the dejection, Steve hadn’t worn any rubber boots and ended up getting wet feet in the slough. I felt bad that Steve didn’t see the bird. I felt bad for Steve’s feet. I felt bad that Evan didn’t come out. I felt bad that I didn’t get the photo I wanted.

The Ugly

Here are the shots I got.  No, they won’t win any blue ribbons at the county fair, but they are still cool souvenirs of the best bird I have discovered on my own.

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Spotted Towhee

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Epilogue

It has always been a goal of mine to find a really good bird on my own and be able to share it with others.  I’ve reported a lot of Snowy Owls to the birding community, but all of them have been reports handed to me by my non-birding friends and coworkers.  I’ve seen a lot of rare birds because of the skill and generosity of other birders.  I’ve always been sort of a birding mooch, not ever much of a contributor. This was my own, bonafide discovery of a rare bird that others would indeed enjoy.  It was only the second time a Spotted Towhee has been reported in Kandiyohi County, and only a handful have ever been reported in Minnesota on eBird.  Despite that others didn’t see it and that I didn’t get superb photos, I was still very excited.

Last night as I was going to bed processing the ups and downs of the sighting, it occured to me that I saw some cribbing near the sight of the towhee that contained corn silage.  Juncos and sparrows were feeding on the kernels all over the ground.  It was a feeding station that the DNR had put out for the wildlife. Then it hit me that the Spotted Towhee, a bird known to frequent feeders when it does visit Minnesota, might be using this as its primary food source.  Maybe it was some freak sighting of a migrant bird. Or maybe it had been there for awhile and will continue to be there.  I went to bed encouraged – for Steve, for Evan, for myself. I would be back the next day after school to check it out.

So that’s what I did, even though a roaring blizzard had just started.  Joel beat me there by ten minutes.  I was puzzled when I pulled into the parking lot and saw him in his car. He got out and said he’d already seen it!  This was a state bird for Joel.  I immediately got ahold of Steve who then bailed out of work to meet us.  While we waited for Steve, Joel and I did not refind it.

Steve got out there shortly, wih rubber boots this time. In fact, he brought them to work just hoping I’d call.  Steve and I explored for upwards of an hour before we finally found it again!  We had great looks at it out in the open in the very bush I first found it in, but the deluge of snowflakes and distance from the bird kept me from getting nice photos.  So for now, I can live with these.  I will certainly be back out there to get that perfect shot and to help Evan get this phenomenal lifer.

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The Cathartic Effect of Owling with my Boy

Early this morning, I do what many of us do when our phone alarm wakes us – I check email and text messages. This morning I woke up to a text message from school: report to work 15 minutes early for a staff meeting – make every effort possible to be there at that time.  That could only mean one thing. Tragedy.  I scrambled to get myself and Marin out the door.  In the mean time I traded texts with colleagues and quickly found out what I had expected – one of our seniors lost his life as the result of an avalanche while snowmobiling in Montana.  I was stunned and confused.  It didn’t make sense to me.  Just the day before I visited at length with a young man who had returned early from that trip because he and several others were rattled by a close-call with a different avalanche.  It wasn’t until later that I learned a few of them remained in Montana  to continue snowmobiling after the others left.

Even though I’ve been through this in my career before, there are no words to describe what a sickening feeling it is.  Death is always hard to take, but it is even worse when it happens to someone so young.  It just isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. In a small school like ours the devastation ripples through the entire school community.  Somehow as staff and students we would have to muddle our way through the confusion and sadness of what was to be a very long school day.  There is no protocol for such an event.  The day started with our scripted announcement in class.  To my shock, most students had no idea.  I wrongly assumed in this day of social media that they knew what I knew. Students wept, they sobbed, they huddled, they moved from room to room. The collective grief was palpable in the hallways.  They didn’t know what to do and neither did we.  Older students were affected more than younger students, so as I went through my day I had to play to both sides – allowing the older ones to do whatever they needed and having the younger students do learning activities that weren’t too taxing yet kept their minds and bodies busy by doing something productive. Somehow we made it to the end of the day.

Though I’ve been around student deaths before, this was the first time something like this has happened since I became a dad.  It takes on a whole new weight.  I can’t imagine the parents’ pain.  That spark in their life was snuffed out so unexpectedly.  Simple things like tousling a kid’s hair or hearing him laugh are gone. I get to go home and do those things.  It’s just unfair.

Evan and I did have plans to go look for another Eastern Screech Owl this evening at one of my student’s houses.  I figured it wouldn’t be wise for a teacher to go after such a selfish pursuit at student’s property on this day, so I canceled.  But today the owls found me and the owling would be unavoidable.  When I finally walked out those school doors today, I was savoring the fresh air and mental renewal it triggered when a text came in from Randy.  His Great Horned Owl was in his yard.  Randy knew I’ve been wanting to photograph one.  It was just the break I needed after this day.  The grief counselors told us we needed to find something fun, something exciting to do in the next couple days.  This was it for me.  I never feel more fully alive than when it’s go time for a good bird.

I picked up Marin from daycare and gave her a big hug right away.  Then we got home and got her ready for dance class while we waited for Melissa to come home and bring her to class.  While we waited, Marin wanted to play a new board game she got for her birthday.  After today, I couldn’t just brush her off.  Even though she and I both had to be somewhere shortly, we played the game for a bit.  She absolutely loves interactive games and puzzles.  While we played, I got a phone call from Jeremy, a fellow teacher – his Barred Owl showed up in his yard this evening back in Grove City!  Wow! With daylight savings time last weekend, we now had the daylight to go after both owls!  I spoke with Melissa while she was en route home and filled her in with what I was planning.  She said that was good news because Evan was disappointed about not going after the screech owl.  This surprised me a little because Evan has become somewhat apathetic towards birds he’s seen before.

Melissa came home, and Evan and I were off to Randy’s.  It took forever to find his Great Horned Owl.  He finally relocated it for us, but it was obscured by branches and quite far off. As we searched, it was fun to watch Evan have fun by playing with Randy’s pet bird and laughing at Randy’s teasings.  They were moments to cherish. Despite Randy’s best efforts to lure the owl close to the window for some pictures, it wasn’t budging.  Finally I went outside to get some photos, and it flushed to a different perch.  The perch was far away, but it wasn’t as obscured as before.  Nevertheless, I was able to get what I wanted.

Randy's Great Horned Owl

Randy’s Great Horned Owl

IMG_6797 IMG_6808IMG_6815This was a real treat.  They are common owls, but I rarely have seen them in the daytime.  They are absolutely fascinating to look at.  And this one was so different than the nearly all-white one I had seen a couple months ago.

While at Randy’s I was in communication with Jeremy who lived 20 miles away.  He assured me the Barred Owl was still there.  I invited Steve along because he still needed a Barred Owl for the year. We got to Jeremy’s house, and I found the Barred Owl immediately in his tree when I caught its silhouette against the sky.  Looking at it straight on made it much harder to find – check out how well it blends in.

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Jeremy’s Barred Owl

Barred Owls are fantastic birds with a real unique look.  I love the gentle expression of their face with the soft, black eyes.  Most owls have the yellow eyes that seem to pierce your soul.IMG_6828IMG_6825

An owl always puts a bright spot on a normal day.  Seeing two species with my kid on such a gloomy day was just what I needed.  I don’t know how long Evan will enjoy looking at birds with me.  It will probably ebb and flow.  I’m okay with that.  He got me into this hobby, so who knows what else I’ll pursue because of him or Marin.  What I do know is that I intend to spend as much time as possible with both of them doing things that make them tick.

Birds Battling the Blizzard

Today was one of those days that we knew ahead of time we’d be coming home early from school.  A blizzard warning was forecast to begin at 11 AM.  Interestingly the skies were crystal clear today, but the 40 MPH winds created a ground blizzard with white-outs and drifting across rural roads.  As soon as I was released from school I took a drive out to the house of one of my coworkers who excitedly called me this morning to report she had a Snowy Owl along her 1/2 mile-long driveway.  I went to check it out, but the bird was long gone.

So I then picked up Marin and the two of us went on to pick up Evan from school.  I walked into school and found a beaming Evan who excitedly dug in his back-pack to pull out the special envelope from the school nurse that contained the tooth he lost that day! It was definitely an exciting moment and fun to listen to the slight change in speech in Evan who now has two holes in his face.

Since we were already in town, I decided we would head out to the city airport because Randy had found a Snowy Owl out there the previous evening.  We simply had to check it out.  We found the owl no problem as it was right where Randy described it – on top of small knoll by a smashed grain bin out past the runways.  The great distance from the road and the blowing snow made it tough to even verify we were looking at a Snowy, but I was able to capture the Snowy’s essence in the photo below.

Snowy Owl at Willmar Municipal Airport

Snowy Owl at Willmar Municipal Airport

And since we were at the airport, we had to drive by the F-15 that is on display.  Evan also had to tell us about the different buildings he toured here with his Cub Scout den a few months ago.

U.S. Navy F-15 at Willmar Municipal Airport

U.S. Navy F-15 at Willmar Municipal Airport

You can see from the flags above just how windy it was today.  On the way home we spotted a rooster pheasant right near our home that was fighting this wind with all his might just to find something to eat by the road.

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Rooster (male) Ring-necked Pheasant

The kids didn’t see the rooster on the first pass, so I had to turn the car around and go back.  Now the rooster was on Evan’s side, so he saw it easily.  But Marin, on the opposite side and strapped into a car seat, could not see it and was sure to tell us as much. “Where? I can’t seeeee!”  So I had to turn the car around again so it was on her side, but that turkey of a rooster came right up by the car and Marin couldn’t see it when she looked out her window.  Finally it ran away from the road giving her a view.  I had to drive back and forth on the shoulder several times to jockey for position to give the kids a view and to try to take a picture of this bird struggling with the wind.IMG_6541

Evan was much more excited to see this rooster than the Snowy Owl earlier.  I think he was in awe of this bird’s splendor as the sun hit its breast when he exclaimed, “Look at that RED chest!”  I never get tired of seeing roosters either.  They are one of my favorite birds.  It was a nice bonus bird for this unplanned birding outing.

Rooster Ring-necked Pheasant

A Bittersweet Snowy Owl

I woke up this morning to an unexpected text message – school was delayed two hours due to heavy fog. Sweet. The extra time allowed for a little more sleep and the chance for me to drop Evan off at his school which was on time today. Doing that allows Evan to get about an hour of extra sleep.

After dropping him off I had gotten no more than a mile away when I got a text from my coworker, Mike, that read “Just spotted a snowy white owl by Litchfield.” Whoa! This has been a major target bird and one that I’ve eagerly awaited during this winter season. We missed on them in Duluth last March, and our latest trip up north did not yield one either. I’ve been carefully monitoring reports of these owls as they have slowly been popping up around the state.  In fact, in the northeastern part of the country, Snowy Owls have been invading the coast and have reached as far south as North Carolina and Bermuda! In normal years it is not too common to find them as far south as our area.

Needless to say, I was very excited about this news.  But immediately I was hit with a dilemma.  Do I go back to Evan’s school and yank him out of class? Do I risk being late to work over this? Do I try to see if they’ll find me a substitute teacher?  Ultimately I decided that there was no guarantee that even I’d see this bird.  Pulling Evan out of school abruptly and me getting time off on such short notice were bordering on impossibility.

I decided to leave him at school.  As it was I had a small cushion of time before I had to be to work – just enough time to drop Marin off at daycare and go check out this location.  On the way to the site, I stopped by the house to grab my camera. I double and triple checked that the battery and SD card were loaded and then I was off.

After dropping off Marin, I pulled up to the front doors of my school where Mike was waiting to go with me to show me where the bird was.  I hopped out of the driver’s door and had Mike take my place so I could be ready to spot and photograph.

The fog was still extremely dense with a freezing mist, so we could only travel about 45 MPH. We got to the area where he had first seen the bird perched in the ditch and then where he saw it perched on a power pole after he turned around to get a better look.  We scanned every pole and looked in every field. Nothing.  If it were in a field, it would have stuck out like a sore thumb since we have no snow. We went past the area he had seen it and turned around to head back to school.  It was looking like I had missed the owl.

Though I was a little disheartened, I continued to scan every pole and field carefully on our return trip. At one point Mike pointed to a power pole with a large cowboy silhouette leaning against it and said that he saw the owl in the vicinity of the pole. I looked at the pole and gazed up. And there was the Snowy Owl! We had completely missed it the first pass!  It was no wonder we didn’t see it as this nearly all-white bird blended into the very white sky in the dense fog.

Luckily the this pole was right by someone’s driveway, so we were able to pull over and observe and photograph it for a few minutes. Had we seen it anywhere else, we would have been risking our lives to view it since this busy road had no shoulders and was clouded in fog. It wasn’t a good day for photography, but it was a treat to even attempt to take a picture of this bird!

Snowy Owl in Meeker County

Snowy Owl in Meeker County

IMG_5775 IMG_5776Can you see how we almost missed this owl hiding in plain sight?  Because this Snowy Owl is almost completely white with very faint barring, it is an older male.  The young ones and the females can have heavy black barring all over their bodies.

Mike and I made it to work on time with ten minutes to spare.  Immediately I went to work posting the location of this owl on MOU-net because Snowy Owls are a big deal and lots of people want to see them.  I think only a half dozen or so have been reported so far this winter in Minnesota.

I spent the rest of my day trying to focus on my job while scheming a way to go get Evan to run out and see this bird.  Nothing I could think of was working. Finally I asked Melissa if she could run him over to Grove City after school, and we could take a quick look before dark.  She hustled him over as soon as she could.  There was a sense of urgency to have him see it today because this all-white bird would most definitely be impossible to find after the blizzard that is headed our way tonight.  Plus, birds have wings and can take off whenever they please.  There’s never a guarantee one will be around.

We drove back to the site and could not relocate the owl. There was a car waiting at the location, so I got out to visit with them.  They had come all the way from Minneapolis and hadn’t seen it either.  I felt bad for them, but that’s the risk we chasers take.

It was a bummer that Evan wasn’t able to share in this excitement today. But, to Evan’s credit, he was pretty upbeat about it, especially when I told him that we’d chase the next close one and that this year was shaping up to be an invasion year for Snowy Owls.  I told him he has a lot of years to see one. Still, having him not see it took a little bit of the excitement out of this incredible find.

The Golden-crowned Kinglet Conquered!

Last spring one of the first migrants to come through was the Golden-crowned Kinglet, and I would see images of them posted to the Minnesota Birding Facebook Group.  I really wanted to see one.  I asked Randy where to look, and he replied my yard would be as good of a place as any.  So all through spring migration we kept an eye out but never did find one.

Through the summer we got distracted with many other bird chases.  Fall migration also kept us on the lookout for good birds, both new and old.  Then a couple weeks ago Joel emailed alerting us that he had two Golden-crowned Kinglets in his yard.  He went on to say that we should be able to find them easily if we birded certain locations in the area. So went birding immediately.  And we didn’t find them.

Then last weekend we took a trip to northern Minnesota with a one-night detour to Minneapolis.  The metro was the perfect place to look.  Many birders in the Minnesota Facebook Birding Group said we should be able to look anywhere and find them easily. But we didn’t. We birded Westwood Nature Center in St. Louis Park and around Lake Harriet in Minneapolis.  Nothing.

While we visited family in northern Minnesota, I continued the search since these birds reside there in the summer and move south in October. While up north, Steve texted me saying he found some in Willmar.  Doggone it.  I wouldn’t be home for a couple more days.  I was always just one step behind these birds.

I held out hope as we headed south because we cut through the Sax-Zim Bog – a phenomenal birding hotspot where reports of Golden-crowned Kinglets had recently surfaced. No luck.

Once back in Willmar, I checked Steve’s location at the MN West Technology Campus. Not a sight or sound of these birds. Argh. Then I ended up getting busy with the work week and didn’t get out birding until Saturday morning. I asked Evan the night before if he wanted to go with me the next morning.  He said he wanted to sleep and stay in his pajamas all day.  That was fine with me; the kid had a busy week and was getting sick.  Plus he has been on several fruitless searches with me for this bird.

My first stop of the morning at MN West yielded nothing.  Then I decided to head to the cemetery by Foot Lake.  On the way I got a text from Randy saying that he just had some Golden-crowned Kinglets in his yard!  In fact he only noticed them because they hit his window. Coincidentally I was two blocks from his house when I got the text.  I wheeled in right away.  Randy and I looked around his yard and didn’t even see a single bird.  You’ve got to be kidding! My timing was impeccable; how could they not have been there?

I moved on to the cemetery by Foot Lake.  After driving all the roads in the cemetery I finally spotted some bird movement – and it looked like the behavior of a kinglet!  Sure enough, it was the Golden-crowned Kinglet!  And there were several!  They were all foraging in a spruce tree and a juniper tree.  I got out of the car to photograph them, and they didn’t care I was there.  In fact, one was in a tree branch just a few feet in front of my face.

Golden-crowned Kinglet

Golden-crowned Kinglet

IMG_5605These birds move quickly and never sit still.  They constantly flit their wings and hover at the ends of branches. It was very fun to watch.

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What a rush! I sent out a flurry of texts.  One was to Melissa to ask Evan if he wanted me to bring him out here.  She responded that he didn’t.  The rest were texts to my birding friends who appreciate conquering a nemesis bird and getting a lifer.  Some of the responses I got were:

“Congrats dude.”

“Sweet!”

“Great!”

And no, those weren’t from Melissa, Marin, and Evan.  The response in the Minnesota Facebook Birding Group was also very positive.  It’s a good thing we birders support each other in our crazy, obsessive quests.

Later in the day Evan and I had to go back to Willmar to get haircuts.  Melissa checked us in to Great Clips online and said we had a half-hour wait.  What to do with the extra time? I drove Evan through the cemetery to take a quick look.  And we refound one of the Golden-crowned Kinglets!  Evan got his lifer today too!  Even though he didn’t show any interest earlier in the day, he said, “Yay, my 204th life bird!”  His count might be off, but it’s close.

There are currently no more nemesis birds for us.  That will change, I have no doubt.  It is a bit sad when a nemesis bird is found because the thrill of the hunt is half the fun.

The Spotted? Sandpiper

Until tonight, Evan and I had not been out birding since the night he got his 200th life bird last week.  We’ve been busy around here doing projects, going to the county fair, and celebrating our anniversary.  I could see that Evan was logging a lot of hours in front of the TV, so I decided we needed to get back out into nature tonight.

There’s always an excitment about heading out birding.  You never know what surprise awaits you.  I’ve heard people liken this sport to one big Easter egg hunt.  It is continual hope and adventure all rolled into one.  Tonight was no different as we were eager to get to the Atwater poop ponds for some potential migrating shorebirds.

The scene was very similar to last week: Canada Geese, Mallards, Franklin’s Gulls, and Killdeer. But this time there was no Red-necked Phalarope.  Apparently our discovery of that bird last week was pretty unique as only a few have been reported across the state so far this year. I did get excited tonight when I thought I found a pair of new shorebirds. After studying the field guide, though, it turns out they were Spotted Sandpipers, a bird we already had.  That white wedge on the shoulder of the bird was the key field mark that solidified the ID.

IMG_4816But where are the spots? This bird, like many shorebirds, looks different in the fall than the spring (Ornithologically speaking, fall starts the first of August).  Here is a picture of when we saw the Spotted Sandpiper in early June.  Here its name makes sense.

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Not a new life bird, but we added to our birding knowledge tonight.  Shorebirds are tough to identify as it is, and then you have to consider that many look different during the fall than the spring.  There’s always so much to learn! It was also good for Evan to see this bird tonight because he took great liberty in counting the one in the picture above for his life list even though he didn’t actually see it.  He claimed it counted since he was along on the outing.

On our way home we stopped by another spot for shorebirds.  It wasn’t a hotbed of activity.  We did find these Siamese Least Sandpipers, though.

IMG_4825Nothing new tonight.  That’s okay.  It felt good to get out on a beautiful night.

Welcome to the 200 Club, Evan!

Today I was thinking about doing something special to try to get Evan’s 200th bird.  I decided we’d take about an hour-long drive down to Cottonwood to look for a Western Kingbird and possibly some new shorebirds at the surrounding lakes and marshes. Just before we left, however, I saw I had missed a call from Joel.  I gave him a call back, and he said he found a few Buff-breasted Sandpipers in a field just a few miles west of Willmar.  I had gathered from recent posts to MOU-net that this bird had started to migrate, so it had been on our radar.  Little did I know that it is a significant bird, though I should have been clued in when Steve was trying to get ahold of me while I was still on the phone with Joel.  Steve told me he left work to go out and see it quick.  Huh, this must be a good bird.

This field now became a must-stop before we headed to Cottonwood, especially since Joel said there were also Semipalmated Plovers, another would-be life bird.  We could potentially hit the big number without going very far at all. We got out to the field where this muddy area with a couple of puddles and surrounding grass was the hotspot.

IMG_4756Scanning the mud and the surrounding field, we could see lots of birds. I started taking pictures of anything that wasn’t a Killdeer.  I really do not know shorebirds, so I rely on the photos to help with my identification.  I was certain we had to have something new, but confirmation would have to come when I could study the pictures.  At one point a larger shorebird flew in – it was the Upland Sandpiper!  I saw one earlier this summer, but Evan needed it for his list.  Lifer #199.

IMG_4736Upland SandpiperThis was a great find.  We missed on it at Blue Mounds State Park and Felton Prairie. Hopefully #200 was on my camera roll waiting to be identified.  There was so much to look at, but we had to get going to run an errand and go out for a celebratory supper before going to Cottonwood.

IMG_4719While in the car I started going through my pictures and scouring the field guide.  As desperate as I was for something new, my pictures were just turning up two shorebirds besides the ever-common Killdeer: the Least Sandpiper and the Pectoral Sandpiper. We’ve seen both.  There was no Buff-breasted Sandpiper. Here are two pictures of the Least Sandpiper, a tiny shorebird about the size of a sparrow.  They are often referred to as “peeps.”  They’re kind of cute.

IMG_4711IMG_4735Here is the Pectoral Sandpiper – yesterday’s new life bird.

IMG_4724So we were sitting at #199 while we prematurely celebrated by eating out at Evan’s restaurant of choice, Burger King.  The evening was coming to a close leaving very little time to go to Cottonwood.  I decided we’d head back to this muddy field to try one more time for the Buff-breasted Sandpiper instead of making the long drive.  Maybe there’d be something else too.

Arriving there we saw the scene was pretty much the same: Killdeer, Least Sandpipers, and Pectoral Sandpipers.  Bummer.  As we were watching, though, the cavalry arrived in the form of Ron Erpelding.  Ron is a well-known birder around the state who’s been at this sport for over 50 years.  Apparently he had heard from Joel too.  Ron set up his Swarovski spotting scope and went on the hunt for the target in the short grass far beyond the mudflat.  Evan and I weren’t concentrating on the right habitat.  Within minutes, Ron located three of the Buff-breasted Sandpipers and let us look through his scope to see them.  Lifer #200 for Evan! They were way out there, but I managed to scratch up a recognizable photo.

IMG_4754There’s always so much to learn about birding.  Ron taught us about habitat types for this bird and other shorebirds.  He also told me that this was a good bird to get – that Joel had only found them one other time in the county over a decade ago. Wow!  Here I was kind of bummed that #200 was a shorebird and not something spectacular like a new warbler or other colorful songbird. With this find, however, I’m now starting to catch the shorebird bug. The birding addiction is in full-effect.

Not only did Ron put us on to the Buff-breasted Sandpiper, but pointed to some small birds flying overhead, peeping as they went, and told us they were American Pipits. Lifer #201 for Evan.  It was a cool bonus. The road to 300 has started.

After Ron left, I moved to a different location to try to get a photo of the Buff-breasted.  It was fun to be able to find this one myself even if it was still way out in the field.

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These birds blend in very well.  As Ron said, when they stop moving they are tough to see because of their buffy color and the habitat they love.  Can you find it in the picture below?  The white ones are Killdeer.
IMG_4785With three lifers today, Evan crossed the monumental threshold of 200.  The next 100 will be tougher and slower to come by, but you can bet we’ll be hacking away at it.  For those of you following the giveaway contest, Julie had the closest guess of August 11 and has won the Kaufman field guide.  Julie, we have your contact information, but we need you to acknowledge your win by commenting on this post.  Thanks for playing the game, everyone.  Look for another giveaway at #250.

Celebrating #200 with ice cream…

Evan 200

Much like celebrating #100 last spring…

Evan Blizzard

Poop Ponds Produce…

…not #2, but lifer #197 for Evan.  This evening I took the kids out to see if anything was happening on the Atwater sewage treatment ponds.  Believe it or not, but birds and birders flock to sewage ponds.  Right now fall shorebird migration is starting, and these are some of the best places to check for new migrants.

IMG_4652While we were there we saw dozens of Canada Geese and several Mallards.  It was fun to see Franklin’s Gulls – they are the ones with the black heads.  I had never seen such a gull or knew one existed until this past spring.  I think they’re pretty neat.

IMG_4623There were lots of immature gulls, but I found one nice mature one to photgraph.

IMG_4629Despite all the activity on the water, I wasn’t seeing anything new until I spotted a small bird moving quickly back and forth through the water.  It looked like a phalarope, but I wasn’t sure.  Shorebirds can look a lot different during fall migration than spring migration.  I took lots of photos to study later.

IMG_4646I thought I had the Wilson’s Phalarope, a bird that Evan needed but I did not.  However, after studying the field guide and my pictures when we got home, I knew I was dealing with either a Red-necked Phalarope or a Red Phalarope.  The latter would be very rare.  The former was more probable.  Either way, it was exciting to get a life bird for both Evan and me.  The following photo helped me conclude it was, in fact, the Red-necked Phalarope.

IMG_4638This wasn’t the only birding we did today. We started our day in search of the two cuckoo species that inhabit our area.  I invited my friend Jeff and his two kids along as his family has taken quite an interest in birding.  It was fun to show them birds that were common to us but new to them.  Jeff got quite a kick out of me calling in not one, but three Sedge Wrens. One wren was quite agitated at us.  We just saw this one for the first time ourselves yesterday.

We did not find our cuckoos, though we did hear one.  It was a fun time regardless as we watched Northern Cardinals, Eastern Kingbirds, Cedar Waxwings, Common Yellowthroats, American Kestrels, Purple Martins, American Goldfinches, Eastern Wood Pewees, Baltimore Orioles, and Black-capped Chickadees. It kind of amazed me how many birds have started to just blend into the background for Evan and me.  We get so focused on finding the new bird, that we often miss all the cool stuff that’s around us. It was a refreshing birding experience.  I had so much fun pointing out birds to Jeff and his kids and watching the birds myself that I didn’t really take many pictures.  It was just good to be out in nature with some good friends.