Loony Tunes with Ann at the Cottage

Ann arrived at the cottage on a damp Saturday morning for an overnight visit and despite an incredibly wet start to the day, we carried on like idiots in the rain troopers and had a great time, especially with a pair of Common Loons that blew us away by their unexpected close proximity, but more on them later...

The usual suspects were seen in the area after the torrential downpours, including an Eastern Kingbird:

This Song Sparrow was rejoicing in the dry conditions of the afternoon, as were we!

There was a new location in the Kawarthas that had some potential for moose (I'm still ticked off about seeing none at Algonquin!), so on our way there, we made a stop at the Timmie's in Bobcaygeon, which truly lived up to its reputation of being the slowest in the country, I swear.

How slow was it? It was soooo slow that this young guy in his twenties ahead of us in the drive-through looked like this by the time he finally made it through the line, argghhhh: 

I know, I know, I'm totally going to hell, not that there was ever any doubt...

We dipped on the moose, but saw some spectacular scenery, while dodging voracious mosquitoes, black flies, and intense week-end warriors on ATV's, all to a backdrop of dueling banjos...

Sunday morning saw better weather conditions- well, not really, I'm lying. We got up incredibly early only to be greeted by dense fog, so we sat on the dock with our coffee and waited for it to clear so we could see something, anything! But it was worth the wait in the end as my pair of Common Loons were keeping to their morning schedule as they were spotted off the dock. What happened next meant deleting almost all of the photos that we had taken the day before.  This beautiful pair's routine was to meander along the shoreline of our little bay, then make their way around to the back swamp, so sit back and enjoy their beauty!

This was one of the few photos that I kept from the day before, as the leg stretch was fun to watch, and its foot is shaped like a paddle!  

Our constant challenge was to guess the location of where they'd resurface each time after diving, so can you imagine our surprise when one of them came up out of the water right in front of us! It was so close that we couldn't get all of it in the frame, and at times even sharp focusing was impossible. Boohoo, you say, right??? Ann and I somehow suffered through it:

The checkered markings on the back were incredible to see this close up, and the taupe-coloured down feathers were also a revelation to me, what a gorgeous bird!

Ann was reluctant to leave...

...but as the Loons moved off, so did we, and we hit the road again to see our first non-avian critter for the day:

The Eastern Kingbird and Song Sparrow from the day before were in exactly the same spot, so instead we enjoyed the local Osprey that were on their nests, as well as a silent Flycatcher seen in Dunsford. John advised me that it was either a Willow or Alder Flycatcher, certainly a tough call if they're not singing!

A new bird to the area this year for me is the Upland Sandpiper, and this particular one seemed to be yodeling and whistling at Ann and I each time it came it for a landing, it gave us great views as well as some flight shot opportunities:

So ended our week-end together as Ann headed back to the city with fond memories of those beautiful Loons, certainly the closest that I've ever been to one before, I shall never forget it!



Triple Crown at Carden

I’m still swooning from three amazing trips to Carden Alvar over the past twelve days, each visit totally different from the last, although the expected species were seen each and every time.

Carden Alvar is a designated Important Bird Area ( IBA), characterized by a large limestone plain mixed with wetlands and woodlands, and is the breeding home of the Loggerhead Shrike that I was fortunate enough to see again this year on all three visits, despite its endangered status. 

Ross, Jim, John and I made our first trip of the year there at the end of May, and my final tally for the day was fifty-eight species:

Wilson’s Snipe, Alder, Willow, Least and Great-crested Flycatchers, Eastern Kingbirds, Phoebes and Bluebirds, Warbling and Red-eyed Vireos, House and Marsh Wrens, and Brown Thrashers were all seen and/or heard, along with this Upland Sandpiper that took a water bath to cool off as I watched him re-arrange his damp feathers:

I had no idea how gorgeous their feathers were until that day!

On the sparrow front, we saw and/or heard the expected Chipping, Field, Savannah, Song, and Grasshopper species, and warblers included Yellow, Chestnut-sided, Black-and-white, and Common Yellowthroat. Oh, right: and about that almost-Lifer for me, the Golden-winged Warbler, NOT. Despite clearly hearing its “bees-buzz-buzz-buzz” song, as I only saw the top of its head through a leafy shrub, I didn’t feel justified in counting it as a full “tick” on my Life List, but vowed to return to this territory for another try later.

I tried to console myself  with a Black Swallowtail butterfly instead. Didn’t work.

Less than a week later, Dan invited me to join him and another John for a return trip to Carden, which I gladly accepted on the condition of him finding me that $%#& Golden-winged Warbler. Feeling quite sure of himself, Dan picked up the gauntlet as I armed myself with bribes  baking and we met the next morning to head off to Carden together.  We took a scenic route through Warbler Alley, the highlights of which were a Canada Warbler (record shot alert!)...

...and a Blue-winged Warbler:

THUMPER was seen at the roadside, and I initially didn’t pay much attention to him as I have rabbits in my back yard, but when Dan pointed out that it was a Snowshoe Hare, a closer look through my binos revealed killer feet on him, wow, and I thought that I had big feet!!!

The best part of the day (besides Dan and John's company, of course!) was a pair of Barred Owls that we heard calling back and forth to each other in the forest, and eventually they made their way out to the road and were flying back and forth over our heads, it was insane!!! This was my first time actually hearing their “who-cooks-for-you-who-cooks-for-you-all” call, it was phenomenal! Ron Tozer does an abfab job of it in Algonquin, but hearing the real deal sent shivers up my spine, an unbelievable experience! Here are some photos of the pair, in varying degrees of quality, I was shaking with excitement as I watched them, trying to anticipate their next move:

We continued on to Carden, where we saw the usual suspects once again, including a Grasshopper Sparrow (yes, I know it's tame by comparison to the owl pics!): 

Dan and John search in vain for a Loggerhead Shrike at Cameron Ranch…

… so our final stop was at Shrike Road and it was worth the effort, as eventually one lone Loggerhead Shrike made an appearance for John after almost half an hour of patiently searching for one.  A trip to Carden for John all the way from Saint Catharines is quite the haul, so we were all pleased for him to see one.

However, I wasn’t as fortunate, as my Golden-winged Warbler Lifer continued to elude me, I just knew that I should have withheld that baking from Dan, grrrrrr!

Saturday found me at Cameron Ranch at 6 a.m. for the annual Carden Birding Blitz facilitated by the Couchiching Conservancy, OFO, and TOC:

Remember when I agreed to Dan’s insane request wonderful opportunity back in January??? He left out a few minor details at the time, but I was desperate for that Great Gray Owl Lifer.

Details such as a start time of 6 a.m., which meant a wake-up call at 4 a.m. Here we all are, like lambs to the slaughter at 6.a.m.:

And now the adventure begins beyond the gate (that's the roof of the white truck at the bottom of the photo)…

Details such as a fifteen minute truck ride to our count site destination, with fourteen of us crammed into the back as we not-so-merrily bounced our way along the boulders. A great discussion ensued as to the body count how many we lost along the way…

Details such as possible exposure to bears, stampeding cattle, and lightning  strikes (okfine, I would have been thrilled for a photo opp of a bear ;-)) , my first clue should have been that death sentence waiver we had to sign before hauling our sorry butts into the back of that truck…

Details such as constant exposure to poison ivy that was  so bad that I stopped calling out warnings five minutes into our hike…

 

Seriously, though, it was a wonderful  opportunity to bird in parts of Cameron Ranch that normally no public access is permitted, as well as contribute to the gathering of information on the breeding birds of Carden.

Carden at dawn is a wondrous sight:

Dan, Hannah and I head off for the first of our four point count stations (I would have kissed the ground after surviving that truck ride but the poison ivy made it impossible):

  

We were definitely in sparrow land, as both Grasshopper and Clay-coloured Sparrows quickly became our trash birds as they were everywhere around us. Here are the first views ever I’ve had of a Clay-coloured Sparrow:

 

Field Sparrows were also present, and  I finally enjoyed a decent look at one versus merely hearing their bouncing ping-pong ball impression:

At least one Black-billed Cuckoo tortured us ad nauseum as we tried in vain for a visual on it, grrrrrr.  

 

Dan checks out the underside of a rock to see why bears frequently flip them over (the answer is ants, yum!):

Here’s a sampling of the smooth terrain that the truck had to traverse, now do you understand what we were up against?

We made our way back to the corral for the final round-up to the back of the truck, oh joy (Note to self: next year pack your back brace):

 The final tally with all participants (that survived the truck ride, that is) was completed at Windmill Ranch, where  I scored a Lifer as we were gathered around a picnic table, a Yellow-billed Cuckoo, yay!!!!


We said our farewells for the day, but I decided to try once again for that elusive Golden-winged Warbler by the marsh parking lot. Thanks to Luke, Dan, and Susan, I finally got some excellent views of this pretty little bird, too bad my photos weren’t that great, though, but I was thrilled just to see him:

His golden head and wings were in stark contrast to the overcast day:

A Tree Swallow checked me out as I left Carden…

…as did an Eastern Meadowlark…

…and a female Red-winged Blackbird with a striking pinkish wash on her chin and throat:

Upon my return to the cottage, I was initially pleased to see that our three-day power outage was over, but my joy was short-lived when I discovered that we only had 50% power, so another call was made to Hydro One, and three hours later I was 100% back in the land of the living- or living dead, actually, as the early start time to the day finally caught up with me as I fell off my perch.

Will I do the Carden Point Count again next year? You betcha! Thanks to Dan for the invite, even if he did leave out all those minor details, his strategy to bombard us in advance with dozens of e-mails worked as I really should have read them more thoroughly, but next year I’ll know better! 


P.S. I apologize in advance for any formatting consistency issues with this post-from-hell, as it's taken me twelve hours to complete and it's still not right, internet access from the cottage will be the death of me, still marginally better than that truck ride at Carden, though:-(