Showing posts with label western scrub-jay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label western scrub-jay. Show all posts

Friday, October 28, 2011

It's Thought Parole, Population Control


Least Bittern. So, so sick. Martinez, CA.


Well birders. It's almost Halloween...this month has really flown by, you hear me? The best of fall birding is most likely behind us, and birders to the north are already slipping into a state of catatonic depression...winter is nigh. Of course, its not so bad for us Californians...we get almost as many ubervagrants in winter as we do in September and October. All is not lost.

There are all pictures from last winter that never made it up on BB&B for some reason. Drink them in with your eyes. Then drink something else, because the weekend is here.


Hooded Merganser. Golden Gate Park is one of the easiest places to see "Hoodies" anywhere in the state. San Francisco, CA.


Blue-winged Teal. Hella common in the east, hella uncommon on the west coast. Redwood Shores, CA.


Red-shouldered Hawk. Ventura, CA.


Green-winged Teal pair...I like how the colors on the drake turned out. Redwood Shores, CA.


Western Scrub-Jay, with a hookier (shrikier?) bill than normal. Ventura, CA.


Red-tailed Hawk dispute. Voles are in high demand. Martinez, CA.






Black-necked Stilts. Heck of refined. Martinez, CA. 







Monday, June 20, 2011

What Was Once Rebellion Is Now Clearly Just A Social Sect

Check out the half-open nictating membrane on this Allen's Hummingbirds. If this bird doesn't know how to sell a second pair of eyelids, then I don't know who can.

It's all been leading up to this birders. How do you feel about it? Are you happy with your station in life? Do you get to bird enough? Are you making a positive impact on....anything? Strange questions linger in the air on this summer Monday.

Monday is the traditional day for mournful contemplation of your personal status quo. I know. I understand. I've been there. So on this day of regression, I thought I'd go back to some California birds for a change...they are, as they say, my roots. All photos are from the Ventura area, except for the tern, which graced Morro Bay.

If you're reading this at work, no doubt you're deep into the time-honored tradition of attempting to do whatever you can do to avoid working. I applaud this move. We are not little worker bees, despite what our employers would have us believe...no. We are meant to be as free as birds! But, lord knows it's not easy to do that.

Get some Bushtit, get some.

"Sand crabs" are a popular item on the shorebird menu in California...makes me wonder what they taste like. Willet.

Elegant Tern, one of California's "specialty" birds. Have you ever thought about how strange it is to refer to birds as specialities?

I'm rambling, and being vague. Not enough coffee...that is surely my problem.

The sexy and very competent interns here at the BB&B compound have been working night and day for the BB&B third anniversary, which is coming next up in July. I flogged them for missing BB&B's 300th blog post, so they are working extra hard this time around. Expect lots of rad features and shocking exposes on the scandalous birding community, including another installment in the Human Birdwatcher Project's interview series.

Right. I'll leave you to it to soldier through the rest of your Monday, however you see fit. But if you need another diversion, check out this article on pelagic Gyrfalcons. Pretty gnarly.

Red-shouldered Hawk. Always a popular bird.

Traditionally a forest bird, Band-tailed Pigeons have made the transition to suburbanites in many parts of California, where they wage war with invasive Eurasian Collared-Doves.

One of the Western Scrub-Jays that has come to trust the Tucker family over the years (I used to let them into the kitchen as a kid). The key to their hearts is peanuts. As a reward they'll let you hear their bizarre, completely unjaylike whisper song.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Ain't No Mountain High Enough


Western Scrub-Jay. Ventura, CA, May 2011.

May has always been a turbulent month for me. I'm always going from one bizarre place to another, usually with very little time to catch any shows or see any friends (though I was lucky this year!). 

Today I drove from Lee Vining, California, all the way to Wells, Nevada, in and out of the huge storm that's encroaching on the west. This is after a late night of losing at poker (twice) and cheap beer and yelling at some racist dude from Baker. It's been a long day and a long drive, although it featured some unreal scenery and a few new birds for the year (Lewis' Woodpecker, Black-chinned Hummingbird, Mountain Bluebird). I'm too beat to unload my usual scathing wit and irresistible charm on all you loyal readers out there so here's a few snapshots from some of the more recent Mays I've had. Birders may be inclined to double-click on the auklet picture...

Tomorrow is Idaho, or maybe even Montana. Word.


Crested Auklets. Buldir Island, AK, May 2010.


White Tern chick. Midway Atoll, May 2009.


Stilt snoozes at Mary Jo Ballator's. Ash Canyon, AZ, May 2008.


Bird professionals. El Centro, CA, May 2007.


Peak molluscing. Near Hyampom, CA, May 2006.