Thursday, April 25, 2024

Kitty

 

Halibut Point State Park has recently been adopted by a new kind of creature at once adorable and confounding. Kitty loves to tangle in my feet and roll over for a tummy rub while I'm concentrating on squaring the tripod for a photograph of an intriguing bird. You can imagine my conflicted feelings.

Kitty sports a glossy coat, a GPS locator around its neck, and a charming purr. Look closely and you'll also see that the remorseless stare in its eyes is one hundred percent feline.

When his acute senses detect motion or rustling sounds in the wood line, Kitty advances in a crouch like the stealthiest of its kin on the savannah.

After a momentary quiver he springs. The meadow suddenly has a potent new factor in the drama of life and death.

Kitty with a trophy and a morsel.

In Kitty's equivalent of a victory lap he juggles, flips, and bats his victim.

Then he settles down to feed on certain delectable parts of its anatomy.

Knowingly or not Kitty has stepped out of the carefree domestic life into the cold blooded wilds of Halibut Point.



Thursday, April 18, 2024

Farewell to the Winter Ducks and Kin

Buffleheads taking off

In the middle of this month nature's calendar stripped our shoreline of its most interesting winter residents. It might be called the Ides of April. 

Common Goldeneye pair

The departures for northern breeding grounds are often preceded by nuptial displays as the ducks pair up for procreation.

Common Loon

Males of many species molt into striking plumage to further their mating appeal. The grey Common Loons of our winter coast often complete this transformation while still in our waters, to become the photogenic spring and summer icons of northern lakes.

Red-throated Loons out at sea last week

The slimmer and less observable Red-throated Loons, on the other hand, seldom show us their namesake coloration because they take on breeding plumage just as migration time arrives.

Black Guillemot, molting

Molting may leave a bird temporarily disadvantaged both in flight and appearance, like this motley between-phases Black Guillemot. As seen in the photographs below, its crisp white body plumage switches to tuxedo black at mating time.

Black Guillemot wintering in non-breeding plumage



Black Guillemot after molting to breeding plumage


Harlequin Ducks and a Red-breasted Merganser

These diving ducks surfaced together in an extravaganza of plumages.

Long-tailed Duck pair in breeding plumage

In the lead up to procreation in the Arctic, Long-tailed Ducks molt into a stately but more muted coloration. 

Long-tailed Duck pair in non-breeding plumage

They reverse the typical pattern by presenting more delightful plumage (to human taste) in their non-breeding phase.

Surf Scoter, male

The Halibut Point shoreline has been sparked by many sorts of fanciful featherings during the winter season.

White-winged Scoters

The departing ducks leave us a mild but duller coastline with gulls at center stage, a substitution of grace for glamor.




Thursday, April 11, 2024

The Day the Ducks Owned the Meadow

During the month of March the meadow at Halibut Point hosted a succession of sovereigns.

Ring-necked Pheasant

Some came to glean the seed bounty of last year's crop of grasses and wildflowers.

Eastern Bluebird

The bright onset of spring encouraged Bluebirds to consider homesteading in waiting nesting boxes.

Soggy Bluebird

Then came days and days of rain that flooded the meadow. Bluebirds had to adapt their hunt for insects in the field, or go hungry.

The Bluebird perched on high ground

The rainfall was a boon to some birds, a setback to others, as the meadow spawned an enormous puddle.

Mallard Ducks

Ducks had had to get through the winter on a diet of shoreline seaweed. The emergent meadow vegetation presented an unusual foraging opportunity. The lake-sized puddle was big enough for their landings and takeoffs.

Crows approaching

Crows, alert to all prospects of food, waded in for a look. The ducks watched balefully.

When a crow got a little too close to Mrs. Mallard, Mr. Mallard gave it a stern warning.

The paddle-billed drake took a convincing stance against the proximity and intentions, innocent or thuggish, of the spear-billed crow.

Wood Frog

All that rain filled nearby vernal ponds to the brim. Wood Frogs quacked steadily in their duck-like mating calls. They're one of the earliest amphibians to emerge from hibernation.

Northern Flicker

And now April. The month of showers has nudged spring along in various weather patterns but no further torrential rains. The water in the meadow has subsided. New sovereigns have taken the field.


Thursday, April 4, 2024

April 4

The house shuddered at today's dismal daybreak. Northeast winds, gusting over 40mph, roared noisily through the trees like a subway train in a tunnel. I lay there in the dim light wondering where the tumult had come from. After recently publishing "The Last Tough Day?" posting I felt nudged to take it all back and eat crow.

Eating Crow

In my own defense I recalled the easy circumstances of March 21 that lulled me into posting on this blog, "The forecast says [today's tough] weather is an outlier with no more frosts predicted this month. Then on to fickle April." Oh, boy, the give-and-take month caught me dreaming again.

Seedlings this morning

There's snow on the ground! Just yesterday I'd put out some trays of hardy seedlings to slow their growth after germination on the office floor. Hopefully they're only stunned and ready to bounce back from this April betrayal.

Hellebores (Christmas Rose) yesterday

Yesterday the woodland garden seemed to be in the business of bringing smiles. I went out back to check on the early blossoms.

Confounded Hellebores

Blooming in the snow may be how Hellebores earned their name "Christmas Rose".

Daffodils that might have opened today

The spring bulbs were braving the conditions stoically. They held their floral debut for another day.

Folly Cove with the in-breaking northeaster

The State Park didn't seem like a good bet for wildlife photography, but the coves on either side of Halibut Point offered scenic drama.

Andrews Point during the storm

Truly intrepid and expert bird watchers go there during heavy weather with the hope of seeing pelagic birds blown in from their offshore habitats. The pelting rain precluded any glimpses of alcids this morning.

Titmouse at the home feeder

Back home waited the quiet satisfaction of being able to offer sunflower seeds to soggy songbirds at the feeder as it swung wildly in the wind.