Showing posts with label migratory species. Show all posts
Showing posts with label migratory species. Show all posts

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Scrubby Puts In An Appearance


Day 337: Scrubby (California Scrub-jay, Aphelocoma californica) put in an appearance a few days ago. Some birds are notoriously difficult to photograph, and while Scrubby can't compete with warblers with respect to declining to pose for a portrait, he is sufficiently shy that I can only capture him through double-pane glass (and that only if he doesn't see me pick up the camera). Although this is far from a field-guide image, it shows his markings clearly enough to document his presence in the yard. Some time back (a few years ago, I believe), "Western Scrub-jay" was divided into two separate species, California Scrub-jay and Woodhouse's Scrub-jay. Ironically, Woodhouse's is known to occur only from southeastern Oregon south and only marginally into eastern central California, and California is the one we have here in Washington. (It must have been one hell of a party that night in Taxonomy Central!) Curiously, a few days prior to my sighting, my botany partner saw a solitary Scrub-jay in his yard, some 50 air-miles north of me. Could it possibly be the same bird? I rather doubt it, but it was an amusing thought since the species is not common in my immediate area. I used to see them frequently along the southern stretch of the Chehalis-Western bike trail, though, and they were no easier to photograph there than here. Scrubby (mine, anyway) prefers to dine at the suet feeder, and his visits are always something I enjoy.

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Closing Window


Day 343: The window on hiking season is creaking closed as wet-weather systems stack up along our coast and a chance of snow at higher elevations sets the Mountain to shivering. But all things considered, it has been a greener year than most others in the last decade, meadows remaining lush right up to the last, the first "typical" Pacific Northwest summer we've seen in a long time. I have one more MeadoWatch patrol to do on Naches Loop and then like many other high-country mammals, I'll begin moving down in range as temperatures drop and snow depth pushes me onto lowland trails. Rabbie Burns said it, and I'll be humming his words when you find me on Bud Blancher or in Pack Forest:
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.