It finally snowed on our last day in Yellowstone National Park. It wasn’t much but it certainly was a nice ending to our trip. And this Bison bull is enveloped in snowflakes as he stands knee deep in the snow already on the ground.
It was pretty quiet yesterday in Yellowstone. The anticipated snow did not materialize and we saw few critters. However, our morning visit to the Fountain Paint Pots was a rewarding event because the geothermal features there never disappoint. This is Celestine Pool, spewing steam into the atmosphere as the last colors of the sunrise disappeared.
On most of my trips to Yellowstone National Park, it always seems that there is one critter that stands out as the star of the trip. So far this trip, it appears to be the Coyote. The Park has been relatively quiet with not too many visitors and not too many critters but we have seen and photographed Coyotes each day so far. This Coyote, in a gorgeous winter coat, passed us by yesterday, as it veered off the road and down a snowy slope.
Yesterday afternoon in Yellowstone National Park, right by a sign that read “Wildlife Exhibit Ahead,” a couple of snow coaches were stopped, blocking the road. Road jams in Yellowstone National Park usually mean some sort of critter is nearby and this was no exception. A lone Coyote trotted up the road heading away from us when it passed the sign post and a few yards further up the road, it reversed direction and returned to a snow-covered slope near the sign and began to dig in the snow. By this time, the Coach directly in front of us had driven off giving us a clear line of sight. We watched as the Coyote’s digging revealed the wing of a Trumpeter Swan that had succumbed and its carcass was buried in the snow. The Coyote had picked up the scent as it passed by and was intent on devouring its frozen meal despite the photographers that gathered nearby. The Coyote, wing feather in its mouth, didn’t realize it was providing a “live” Wildlife Exhibit, just as advertised by the sign, the shadow of which is in front of the Coyote.
The temperature was in single digits in Yellowstone National Park yesterday morning when we encountered a small herd of Bison on the road. Every breath they took was visible as they lumbered along. We drove ahead about a half mile to wait for them to come over a rise. When they appeared, the clouds of mist enveloped them as they exhaled and snorted. It was our first day in Yellowstone. What a great start to the trip.
This is just a simple scene in Yellowstone National Park from a couple of winters ago. I’m back, looking forward to another marvelous adventure in this beautiful National treasure.
Pied-billed Grebes are floating cuteness. Once thought to be related to loons because of their diving patterns, instead, DNA research has shown that their closest relatives are American Flamingos! Who’d a thunk it? There are a couple of Pied-billed Grebes that frequent the ponds along the Ferrari Pond Trail in Lincoln. I took this a few days ago after the fog lifted.
A little Say’s Phoebe, a flycatcher that frequents open spaces, was perched on the tip of a leafless plant along the edge of the Ferrari Pond Trail the other morning. It was quite visible then, when the fog was not enveloping the world.
Along the boardwalk at Sax-Zim Bog’s Winterberry Bog Trail last week, a Hairy Woodpecker puffed up his feathers against the cold. He clung to the side of a pine tree covered with tiny fungi. He was after grubs and other edibles lodged in and under the bark, not the mushroomy things. A Downy Woodpecker was also hanging around the area at the same time. I had to check the length of the beak to know whether it was a Hairy or a Downy. The Hairy Woodpecker’s beak is a bit longer than the Downy’s beak.
Along the Ferrari Pond Trail the other morning, the Lesser Goldfinches had homed in on the white berries of the Chinese Tallow. This male appears a bit wary, looking at me suspiciously as if I might pluck the berries out from under him.
It was a gray day at Gray Lodge. A Double-crested Cormorant stands sentinel on a stump in a pond at the California Wildlife Area known as Gray Lodge the other day. The infamous valley tule fog, that was absent for so many years during the drought, has returned. My photography club had a field trip to Gray Lodge on Monday. Driving there, the fog was dense from my home all the way to Gray Lodge with visibility down to probably 100 feet or less. The lights of cars that passed quickly disappeared from view and the fog enveloped the roadway making it feel like driving through a white tunnel. Once at Gray Lodge, the visibility was only slightly improved. We walked the main trail and drove the loop seeing few birds and those we saw were mostly obscured in the mist. In this shot, all of the distracting background elements are obscured by the dense fog.
In my mind, the female Pine Grosbeaks are every bit as colorful as the bright red males. With her golden orange feathers, especially against a snowy backdrop, she is an eye catcher.
If it’s descending head-first down a tree trunk it’s probably a nuthatch! These small birds are easily recognized by this characteristic down hill descent. White-breasted Nuthatches will arch their bodies and point their beaks straight out in a territorial display of aggression to defend their food sources. There was a Hairy Woodpecker eyeing the suet feeder that this White-breasted Nuthatch at Sax-Zim Bog had just finished pecking at. A bit of suet is still clinging to its beak as it struck its pose, perhaps in an effort to deter the Hairy from coming to the feeder. Right after I took this shot, the Nuthatch disappeared to the back side of the tree trunk and I didn’t see it again. I also didn’t see the Hairy Woodpecker after that. I guess its display worked, at least for the next few minutes.
The sun rose and the horizon turned red at Sax-Zim Bog on our last morning there. There was something different about each day in the Bog this year. It was much warmer than in past years with temperatures well above freezing most days. The owl species we hoped to see, the Barred Owl, the Boreal Owl, the Northern Hawk Owl and, yes, our favorite from past years the Great Gray Owl, were elusive, almost none seen there in recent weeks. But, despite the dearth of some of the species we hoped to see and photograph, the Bog is a special place and the colorful sunrise, something I’d seen only once before in the seven years I’ve been coming here, reminded me of that.
It seems as if every photography trip I go on has a standout species that dominates the viewfinder and becomes the standout star of the trip, regardless of which species we were originally hoping to photograph. The star this past week in Sax-Zim Bog was definitely the adorable Black-capped Chickadee. We were hoping to photograph owls, including last year’s star, the Great Gray Owl, but no Great Grays have been seen there recently. Lucky for us, the Black-capped Chickadee seemed to be everywhere we went. On our last day, it snowed. A few flakes even landed on the chickadee’s black cap.
Male Pine Grosbeaks are beautiful finches that live in cold boreal and subarctic forests. They are winter residents of Sax-Zim Bog and their reddish pink feathers really stand out with a background of snow. This male waits his turn at one of the feeders at the Winterberry Bog station.
The Friends of Sax Zim Bog provide lots of different types of feed for the birds that live here, including various seeds, peanut butter, suet cakes, and natural suet in the form of deer carcasses. This Black-capped Chickadee fed enthusiastically on the suet from a rib cage. Spare ribs! It’s what’s for dinner.
Freezing rain kept sightings of birds in Sax-Zim Bog to a minimum yesterday. Despite the weather, along the boardwalk at Winterberry Bog we watched Black-capped Chickadees and Pine Grosbeaks visiting the feeders and occasionally perching in the surrounding bushes or trees. I walked a little further down the boardwalk and found a suet feeder nailed to a pine tree. This White-breasted Nuthatch took a few bites of suet then wandered down the trunk in search of something else.
Black-capped Chickadees are everywhere at Sax-Zim Bog. This tiny bird is one of my favorites at the Bog. They are quick and rarely stay still. They do spend a fair amount of time extracting the nourishing seed from black-oil sunflower seed shells that are in the feeders filled by Bog volunteers. Shelling a sunflower seed is one of the few times that they’re relatively still and they are quite adept at doing this. However, once this chore is done, and they’ve gulped down the kernel, they’re off to find another one as this Chickadee is about to do.
The Angry Birds phenomenon has passed but in real life, I love it when a bird looks directly at me with a scowl. That look always brings to my mind that old video game. Some birds look angrier than others though, like a Great Gray Owl or a Burrowing Owl or even a Ring-necked Duck, but this Northern Mockingbird seems to hold his own in the angry scowl competition.