Showing posts with label Gray-collared Chipmunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gray-collared Chipmunk. Show all posts

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Vaporizing Cold Rub

Photo courtesy of Babs Buck.  Left to right, Gordon, Me and Muriel
The intense desert heat lifted as we entered the autumn like weather near the town of Greer. Finally!  It was cold again!

The abandoned South Fork cabins
We found an abandoned camp littered with old mattresses and broken glass.  Our mission was simple......find two tricky birds, the American Three-toed Woodpecker and Dusky Grouse.

Left to right, Muriel, Babs and Gordon
I joined Babs, Gordon and Muriel as we searched high and low for these two would-be-lifer birds.


The storms hindered much of our stay, often chasing us off the trails due to intense lightning storms.

Olive-sided Flycatcher at Butcher's Campground
The wildlife was cooperative. Maybe too cooperative. At one point, we encountered Mexican Gray Wolves on the trail.  We left the dark woods quickly.

Elk
Squirrels. Wolves. Deer. Elk. Coyotes. Chipmunks. Coyotes.  All seen while searching for our birds.

Abert's Squirrel
A juvenile Olive-sided Flycatcher made everyone happy as it hung out near the road bathing.


Often times, this bird hangs out high up in the trees far far away from photographers.


During the bad weather, we stopped at some great eats in Springerville. Booga Red's and Los Dos Molinos provided some tasty Mexican dishes spiced up with green chiles.


At the dawn's early light, we searched for American Dippers and Gray Jays.


We combed the grasslands for Mountain Bluebirds and Pine Siskins.


Pine Siskin
We were surrounded by life everywhere.

Gray-collared Chipmunk
We encountered young and old alike.

Adult and Juvenile Pied-billed Grebe
And eventually, after a lot of hard work, we found JUST ONE of our target birds. The amazing American Three-toed Woodpecker.  FINALLY!  After 4 lifetime attempts and about 100+ hours of trekking over the years, I found my bird.  Whoever said birding was "easy" needs to have their head examined.  It's not easy!  The more birds we find; the trickier the game gets.

American Three-toed Woodpecker-new lifebird; found on the often reliable Butler's Trail in Greer
The rain won't keep us away:)  My treks move forward to coastal waters with a special lady.  I will return home to the frozen North.  And in the meantime, we'll be meeting up with old friends(and new) again on the trails both here and elsewhere over the next two months. 

A fun shot.  I'm reenacting my happy hobbit side on the trails
A special thanks to Gordon for driving the several hour journey from Phoenix! One chapter of my life is ending and another is just about to begin. Over the next several months, things are about to get good. It has been a difficult year with a lot of hard work involved, but I see a light at the end of the tunnel and things are going to get exciting:)  For my international friends out there, I'm coming your way:)  As of now, I'll be on blogger hiatus for a couple weeks.  I'll be back again reporting from the trails. Until next time....

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Standing at the Crossroads

Kathie searches for life over the Greer Lakes
What's more beautiful than the birds we seek?  Well, I can think of three things......the people, experiences and the landscapes.  I find myself in a very strange position now.  While discovering birds, I am not truly paying attention to those other three elements.
Rufous Hummingbird
For me, it has been about discovering lifebirds. I am truly a chaser, explorer and photographer at heart. Do I enjoy it all?  Or is it just about finding the lifebirds?  I actually do enjoy the birding part very much when I know there's a target bird in the area.  For a relaxing bird outing, I plan a walk every week to a local area and just count birds for fun. But with all other outings, there is a plan.
Abert's Squirrel
Lifebirds require time and money now.  It's an investment and dipping is not an option:)  Over the course of the year, I've scheduled more out of state adventures PLUS another jaunt to Northern Arizona.  My two years in Arizona have been very rewarding but this hunger is not satisfied.  I want to know more and I want to see more.  Perhaps with time and age, this will die down a bit.
Butler Canyon Trail
On this beautiful trip to the White Mountains, we saw so many wonderful birds.  However, weather was not on our side.  It had been a fantastic run this entire summer and finally, the weather caught up with us and downpoured during our second day in Greer.
Common Raven
What is my personal desire behind this sacred quest of birding?  Simply to know more.  I'm not trying to do a big year in AZ, the US or the world. So then what's the compulsion?  It's the detective work behind the birds and the places they are found.  Take the terrible CSI shows on TV and apply them to real life and it's exciting.  Instead of who killed________(fill in the blank with outrageous character name), it's.......where in the world is___________(fill in the blank with cool living bird name).  It then becomes a game and a challenge.  And in the process a valuable learning experience.
Lewis's Woodpecker

I had studied our target birds for this particular trip around Pinetop-Lakeside and the Greer areas.  I always write down their primary locations seen while gathering other documented sources like the bird calls, habitats found and personal accounts.
Sometimes, like on this trip to the White Mountains, I just wish I had more time.  But don't we all feel that way about certain things?  It always feels rushed.  Like with my friend Gordon and crew a couple weekends ago.......
We all spent a weekend together birding and I remember that we began on Saturday morning. We had the WHOLE weekend! But when we looked at our clocks, everyone was shocked by how fast the time had passed. The next thing we knew, it was Sunday and time to go home!  How can I compare this experience?  Well I suppose it's a lot like a torrid love affair or new relationship.  Every exciting waking moment is spent with this unknown person and it's intoxicating. It's a period that seems to speed up time making one hour blur into the next.  The participants experience this cloud nine phase:) But the big question for myself is, "Am I in the honeymoon phase of birding?" If so, two years is awfully a long time to experience this feeling of absolute happiness.  So back to the story of our  extreme birder group. When we stop our observations, we'll look at our clocks and say, "What??!!!  We've been doing this for 2 hours??!!!"  Yes. Our stomachs grumble. And then hunger becomes a molestation.  It's a required necessity forcing us to waste time eating when we could be searching for birds. To combat that frustration, we'll eat outside or near hummingbird feeders to justify our human limitations.
Over rolling hills and fields of flowers we roam, searching for those elusive birds.
We carefully inspect the flowers that hummingbirds so love.  Maybe I'll finally get a picture of a male Calliope feeding.  Instead,I observe a brilliant Rufous Male feeding from these wildflowers above and below.
The clouds begin to roll in and Kathie spots the Clark's Nutcracker while I'm observing American Robins on the same tree!
Clark's Nutcracker
Another lifebird is found!  But the clouds would roll in and foil the rest of our plans.  All the research that I had done was for nothing.  Well not for "nothing" for it is now in my mind.  Several birders have said to me, "Slow down."  And yet they continue to chase many rare birds as well.  Time does not wait for any of us.  I am in constant battle with myself to do better, to see better, hear better and to know more. When I'm not birding, I'm reading, writing or researching information.  This is what a chaser/birder does. And while I'm not a twitcher, I still feel a strong pull to explore even when I'm not able.
This blog is about the personal experiences behind the birds.  As a younger Ken Kaufman wrote from his book Kingbird Highway, "The most important bird was always the next one, not this one"  And while that sounds terrible, it's true of chasers and twitchers.  For me, there is no escaping this feeling.  As I am reading more about people's personal accounts on birding, I feel a bit relieved that it's not just me that goes through this internal struggle of balancing it all out.
Gray-collared Chipmunk
I have spent my whole life missing the details!  I want to know more.  Every venture needs to count as exploration continues into the outer regions of Tucson and beyond.  So I stand at the crossroads.  The road becomes a much trickier place to navigate and the stakes are much higher.  More to come.....