Month: September 2023

What an incredible week we just had on Kodiak Island in Alaska. The fabulous folks at Rorher Bear Camp hosted us for our first visit there during the fall salmon run. We were happy to see that the Mama Bear and three cubs that we first encountered this past May were still in the area and were comfortable with our being in their home along the Uganik River. We photographed them each of the four days we were there. The cubs are a bit bigger now and were adept at chasing and catching the Pink Salmon and Silver Salmon heading up the river. At least most of the time. The cub in this image tried to pin down this salmon, but it slipped out of the bear’s grasp.

I’m back in Alaska. It’s fall and the salmon are running. That means it’s time to revisit the Kodiak Brown Bears as they fish for salmon to fatten up for the winter. This is Mama Bear with one of her three cubs that we encountered on the flats on the Uganik River this past May. I wonder if we’ll see them again? If we do see them, they’ll be fishing and eating salmon instead of munching on grass. I hope we do.

Black-chinned Hummingbirds are small hummingbirds and their visits to feeders at Madera Canyon, AZ this past July were brief. As soon as someone spotted a male Black-chinned hummer, it was called out but it seemed to me that whenever one was around, it was visiting a feeder far from me. It was rare that I saw one close enough to have a decent size image, even when set to DX mode which effectively crops the image in camera. The day before we flew home, a male Black-chinned Hummingbird visited the feeders and I was ready. I had set my camera to DX mode knowing he would be far away and he was. Suddenly, however, he appeared directly in front of me, completely filling the frame. I didn’t have time to change back to FX mode. I took just a handful of images and he was gone. I was lucky. I love seeing this tiny bird so big in the image, larger than life.

As my move date away from the garden I’ve nurtured for thirty years approaches, I am in a Hummingbird Dilemma. But first, I must make clear that this Broad-billed Hummingbird does not visit my yard, or anywhere in California for that matter. I took this photograph this past July in Madera Canyon, AZ. My dilemma has to do with the birds who have become accustomed to my flowers and my feeders and my worry that new owners may not be interested in keeping them as visitors. I have ordered hummingbird feeders for my new garden and I am planning to keep feeders filled at the old house once it goes up for sale and until it sells. I’ll probably leave some salvia and some California fuchsia, the Anna’s Hummingbird’s preferred flowers, as well. Then I’ll just have to keep my fingers crossed.

It’s hard to imagine why this magnificent hummingbird, whose common name once was Magnificent Hummingbird, is now called Rivoli’s Hummingbird. Well, it all started in 1829 when a French natural historian and surgeon called René-Primevère Lesson, named this hummingbird Rivoli’s in honor of the 2nd Duke of Rivoli, a distinguished amateur ornithologist. It turns out that the Duke collected bird specimens and when a contact of his, an Italian doctor and naturalist named Paolo Emilio Botta, visited ports in Mexico and California in the early 1820’s, he sent species he collected to the Duke who in turn sent them to Lesson who apparently was responsible for naming birds. Lesson also named the Anna’s Hummingbird after the Duke’s wife, Anna. For some reason, in 1983, ornithologists in charge of naming birds (who are those guys?) changed the Rivoli’s Hummingbird to the Magnificent Hummingbird, a very appropriate name in my view. When I first saw this magnificent bird, it was called the Magnificent Hummingbird. But, in 2017, the same group (who ARE those guys?) split the species into two groups, and called the birds that live between the southern United States and Nicaragua, Rivoli’s, returning the bird to its original name. Those birds south of Nicaragua are called Talamanca Hummingbird. I did find out who those guys are. And, unlike those guys in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, they are not trying to get us. The American Ornithological Society committee on classification and nomenclature lumps and splits bird species, sometimes combining and sometimes splitting, often the result of DNA testing. That’s what happened to the Magnificent. And I guess since it’s been returned to its original name, all is well. But, I still think this gorgeous bird is truly magnificent.

In January 0f 2022, I visited Lake Michigan and St. Jo’s Lighthouse, where in winter, the lighthouse is encrusted in ice and waves crash around it with fury. One afternoon, the setting sun was so intense that it colored the clouds with a deep red before it sank and disappeared below the horizon.

A mature male Rufous Hummingbird can be as bright as a new copper penny. This was taken at Madera Canyon, Arizona this past July.

She was my companion for 22 years. And what a fascinating 22 years it was. Bobo, the Red-lored Amazon. Her feathers were brilliant and eye-catching: emerald green, pale blue, bright red, and lemon yellow. Her voice was a lilting wolf whistle, or an ear-piercing shriek, or a subtle clicking (I never knew what I might have agreed to when I responded with my own clicking), or the occasional “Hi, Bobo!” or even the single word, “well!” with a rising inflection that meant so much. Her constant companion was a dried chili pepper, a security blanket of sorts that was deposited at the end of wherever she ventured in exchange for something else so I always knew where she’d been. I bear scars from her bites; she was not a parrot that could be handled unless it was on her terms. Before turning out the lights in the evening, I would sit in front of her cage and she would lay her head in my lap and allow me to scratch her head, until it didn’t suit her and the beak presented itself. On Tuesday, she had a stroke. I knew something had gone terribly wrong and I took her to the Vet. They let me hold her, wrapped in a towel, until the end, something I hadn’t done much during our lives together. She enriched my life and I am poorer now that she is gone. I will miss her. She is flying with the angels now.

When we visited Corkscrew Swamp in Florida this past February, we found several different species of Warbler, including the very appropriately named Black and White Warbler. This bird is quite distinctively colored and, unlike other warblers, forages on tree trunks more like a Nuthatch than a Warbler.

Bobo never ceases to amaze me. Her recent health problems, which remain a mystery even to the UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, seem to come and go. At the moment, she is currently acting like her old self, eating and engaged in the world around her. Yesterday morning she came down the ladder to the counter where I was fixing her food. In the 20 plus years I’ve had her, this is the first time she has done that. She normally watches from the top of her cage or from inside her cage. Her appetite seems to have returned, at least for now. She beaked through the small dish with fruits and veggies and selected a banana slice, which, when she’s eating, is one of her favorite foods. I had to document this event so I grabbed my camera from the kitchen table already set up with the 400mm lens and the 1.4X teleconverter for Hummingbirds. I had to back away about 8 feet to keep her in focus and by this time, she had climbed back up the ladder with her prize and was stepping onto the top of the cage where she devoured her banana for breakfast.

One of the coolest things about scooting around Lake Kissimmee in an airboat is that you get to witness an endangered species, the Snail Kite, so close that you that you feel as if you could reach out and touch them. They were hunting for apple snails exposed by the airboat as it skimmed over and roiled the water. These magnificent birds flew right next to the boat and barely looked our way. Their concentration was so intense as they hovered in place searching, that we were able to capture images like this, a banded male, so close that the wing tips aren’t in the frame. His uniquely curved bill and talons, evolved to extract snails from their shells, are clearly visible.