In Focus Daily

After dinner late yesterday afternoon, about 90 minutes before sunset, we made a drive around the Wildlife Loop in Custer State Park to say our final farewells. The light was perfect as we paused alongside one Prairie Dog Town. This “town crier” was on the alert, watching and calling out a constant alarm chirp. I had hoped to photograph a Prairie Dog wave, as this one was poised and ready to stretch up his arms and body in an infectious gesture that often reverberates throughout a town with several mimicking the first. That did not happen but his pose was another classic Prairie Dog pose—like a furry Buddha.

Custer State Park has amazing sunrises. The sun has greeted us each morning for the past three mornings with a glorious show, each one different; each one spectacular. The sunrise show starts well before the sun peeks above the horizon. At first, faint colors begin to appear low in the sky, early teasers of what’s to come. The colors change moment by moment, at first intensifying then seeming to fade and just when you think it’s over, the sky is suddenly awash with a show even more beautiful than you could have imagined. If you turn away too early, you’ll miss the best part of the show. These three images were all taken at the same location and at about the same time, approximately 5:30AM, on three different days and at three different focal lengths. I wonder what today’s sunrise has in store for me.

A muddy Bison Bull crosses a Prairie Dog town, hopefully avoiding stepping into burrows and seemingly on a mission. He lumbered steadily and undeterred in my direction yesterday afternoon in Custer State Park staring at me the entire time. I loved the eye contact and the illusion that he is emerging from something and about to step into my space. I felt a definite connection with him…but then he lumbered by me and crossed the road.

A pair of Barn Swallows was building a mud and straw nest high up on a rafter in the eave of a log outbuilding at the Wildlife Station Visitor Center in Custer State Park. When there’s no barn, they’ve got to nest somewhere. I suppose one rafter is as good as another, especially in the mind of a Barn Swallow. The colorful male perched, on a huge nail protruding from a log near the nest, waits for his mate.

In Sierra Valley last week, we saw about a dozen Sandhill Cranes and two active nests. This nest was on a bright green tussock in the middle of a marshy pond. While we watched, she stood up and tended to her egg, rolling in around in the nest before settling back down again. What a delightful thing to witness. Sandhill Cranes have naturally grayish feathers with a red patch on their heads so I was surprised to see this pair with deep rusty coloration in their feathers. At first I thought it was natural breeding plumage but after a bit of research, I discovered that Sandhill Cranes create this color by painting themselves. They preen mud, often containing reddish iron-oxide, into their feathers before breeding season to stain them. It is thought that this behavior camouflages them while they nest in the midst of the brownish vegetation in the marshes. This pair chose a brilliant green part of the marsh in which to build their nest so their camouflage doesn’t really help them but they were sure gorgeous to see.

A White-faced Ibis in full breeding plumage is the essence of iridescence from head to toe.

An American Avocet plunges head first into the shallow waters of the Salt Pond and emerges successful, a tasty morsel in its beak. I believe this to be the male (the female’s beak is more upturned). The female Avocet is nesting in plain sight on the gravel sandbar on the far side of the pond.

The adorable little Bewick’s Wren has returned to my yard. Maybe he never left. He is the little guy who twice entered my home when I opened the front door where he’d decided to spend the night in an abandoned House Finch nest built on the artificial eucalyptus wreath hanging on my front door. A few days ago there was a pair exploring cavities and other possible nesting sites in my yard. My friends Moose and Sharon, who were visiting at the time, noted this activity and had a wren nest box delivered the next day. Thank you, Moose, Sharon, and Amazon. I have put out dryer lint to serve as nesting material and am anxiously waiting to see if they will nest there. I captured this image two days ago. The wren is just a few feet from the nest box, and he posed there with a morsel of something in his mouth for several minutes. He finally flew off but not to the nest box. I’ll keep watching.

A Great Egret crunches down on a tiny minnow along Ferrari Pond Trail yesterday morning. I got a chance to use my new Nikkor Z180-600mm lens which worked perfectly in this situation. Until a couple of days ago, I’ve been using my Z600PF with the 2X teleconverter when I walk Ferrari Pond Trail because most of the birds and other wildlife are pretty far off. So, I attached it to the Z180-600 and when I saw the Great Egret just a few feet away, I was able to zoom out and capture the Egret as it stalked the minnows in the small marsh pond.

To me, one of the most iconic sights of both the Yellow-headed and Red-winged Blackbirds is one where they straddle two cattails, reminiscent of an acrobatic performance like those in Cirque du Soleil. The marshes in the Sierra Valley are filled with both Yellow-headed and Red-winged Blackbirds but most of the time, they seem to be perched on a metal fence pole supporting barbed wire or on the barbed wire itself. We were lucky to find a few that perched on marsh plants like cattails and even luckier to find even fewer straddling two cattails. This male Yellow-headed Blackbird looks straight at my lens, seemingly thinking something like, “so you think this is easy?”

Sunset at Lake Davis Monday evening was quite spectacular. Situated in Plumas National Forest, the lake was built in 1967 to enhance the area’s fishery and to develop recreation. Its water flows into Grizzly Creek and to the Middle Fork of the Feather River. There were several fishermen at the lake when we photographed the sunset there Monday. They admitted to having varying degrees of success catching the lake’s Rainbow Trout.

On my first visit to Sierra Valley Preserve, I discovered a new-to-me bird. It’s a Sage Thrasher, a bird that perches atop sage (or in this case, I believe this is a plant called Greasewood with a similar appearance) and sings its heart out. We were in an area that is covered with these plants and there were several Sage Thrashers protecting their respective territories. I’m discovering new territories, as well. This valley is located on the eastern edge of the Sierra Nevada range between mountains. And it is gorgeous.

The Salt Pond along Ingram Slough is rife with shore birds. Sandpipers, Stilts, Avocets, and Dowitchers, including Long-billed Dowitchers like this one. They sift through the silt in the Salt Pond in search of a meals. The abundance of wildlife, especially birds, so close to my home continues to amaze and please me.

A male Anna’s Hummingbird stands out from the background, his gorgeous gorget catching the light just right so that it flashes like a neon light.

The other morning, I arrived at Angler’s Cove just as the sun cleared the skyline. There were wispy clouds in the sky. What amazes me is that it appears that sunspots (if indeed that’s what they’re called) appear on the surface of the sun. I double-checked other images and the same spots appeared in the same place (upper right quadrant) on the sun in all images I took, regardless of where in the frame the sun was. There are a couple smaller spots as well. I used my Nikon Z9 with the Nikkor 600PF lens and the 2x teleconverter to get this huge orb low in the morning sky.

I have no idea if this is a male or female gosling but I call it Ryan Gosling regardless. This little guy is about to munch on some grass seeds. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen the Canada Geese Goslings and they won’t stay small for long. To be clear, these are the ubiquitous-in-Lincoln golf course Canada Geese, not the truly wild Canada Geese, but they are adorable just the same, kind of like the real Ryan Gosling.

The Ingram Slough Coyotes were on the run yesterday morning. Still no pups in view, but it was a four dog day. We saw Mom and Dad along with two yearlings. They criss-crossed the Salt Pond a few times, running when they did. And, once through the water, they loped across the grass to join the family group lolling on a nearby knoll.

The mother Coyote keeps a watchful eye on her mate to make sure there are no shenanigans. When he approached her, he indicated he wanted to play by leaping and wagging his tail but she would have nothing to do with it. If you look closely, she is a nursing mom. She has five pups. Watching the Coyotes along Ferrari Pond Trail is fascinating. Yesterday morning, we witnessed a very interesting interaction among three Coyotes, this pair and a third that I believe to be a pup from last year. It was submissive to both adults even though it was the same size as they are. But watching them actually romp and seem to play was quite a revelation to me. I know she has five very tiny pups, three of which I saw a few days ago. I have read that some pups from the previous year, which I think this pup is, hang around and even help with feeding the new pups.

When the water in the Salt Pond on the Ferrari Pond Trail is perfectly still, the reflections are like mirrors. Yesterday, as I watched this American Avocet as she preened (I think it is the female because her bill seems more curved so I’ll use that pronoun) while standing in the shallow pond, I was amazed at how identical the reflection was to the real bird. And the blue sky reflected perfectly in the pond as well, creating a very even colored background. If it weren’t for the barely visible specks scattered on the pond’s surface, you’d almost think this is not real…but it is.

Just Truman and I were out on Ferrari Pond Trail early Easter morning. As we turned to head back, passing the Salt Pond a second time, Truman said, “look at those ears, it must be a jack rabbit!” As I looked up, two eyes and a pair of enormous ears peeked over the tall grasses on a knoll. I realized immediately it was one of our Coyotes but when I put my camera to my eye, he had disappeared. Then Truman turned and headed back to the Salt Pond saying that the coyote would cross the water. Sure enough, when I turned, there he was, already in the water walking near the bullrushes. As he headed into open water, passing the Long-billed Dowitchers and Least Sandpipers, he never even glanced at the birds. The birds ignored him as well. What a treat to have on Easter morning. And, fewer calories than a chocolate Easter bunny.