Rain!

A photo of our driveway tonight and nearly an inch of rain in the last day. Last night was the loudest thunder I have ever heard in my life, and I shrieked like a child. Still have goosebumps. Major Cliff Swallow photos to come - took a couple hundred, and most deleted, with lots of blue sky, wing tips and nothing. Gotta love digital.

Flashback!

One year ago today - Sonora the Aplomado Falcon attacking a toad. Just kidding, it's a little toy perch and her lizard to the right. By now all of her down feathers were nearly gone (all over the house) and you won't recognize her in a month with adult plumage after the molt. The orange is now white, breast streaks almost gone but she still has her favorite lizard to carry around.  Below is a reflection of me in the window, Sonora looking at the big, wide world outside. She has been grounded from flying in falconry by Montana Fish,Wildlife & Parks who consider her an endangered species. So she just flies in the house now, but that's okay.

Fledgling

The young eagle from the nest on the river spends hours a day somewhere in the yard. Here he is on the eagle enclosure, and the kestrels nearby don't dig it. No food inside and he isn't fed, but he can't resist begging even though the two on the right are Golden Eagles. This happens every July and August and part of the summer landscape - when the babies fledge, they head over to the Raptor Ranch. One time all three fledglings from the nest and one stray were all lined up in a row!

Lucked Out

After getting back from town I took the dogs and camera down to the beach and got skunked, missed an eagle launch photo while swatting a bug. A few hours later I ran inside, switched lenses and came out to get this shot. Way better than an eagle jumping off a limb. That's the fledgling to the left below. I lucked out.

Another Painter

Last July, we had another painter over to the ranch, Andrew Denman. He and Julie Chapman are admiring a young Sonora, and those aren't real toads and lizards, just falcon toys. Last week I was delighted to see Andrew's Bald Eagle painting, and thought that bird looked strangely familiar. It's Sonny, reference he got during his tour here. Julie made some lovely owl scratchboard pieces, all Teaching Team portraits. We have her Max the Eagle scratchboard in the living room, or Bird Shrine as we call it. Check out Andrew's Art, unbelievable... And all in the family, Guy Combes, too!

Painter Pals

I had the greatest experience yesterday, spending several hours with my dear friend Julie Chapman in her studio in Huson, learning from a hero. We had talked about it for years, and on a whim we decided to both render an oil painting of Sonora side by side. She set up the palette and I watched carefully, the master at work. I quickly learned about thin washes, establishing values and shapes, and had a mess going in no time. That's Julie's piece on the left and check out her web site and sign up the the ArtZine. It will make your day. Then we were joined by artist extraordinaire Guy Combes, traveling from a workshop in Canada on his way back to CA, and even more art-talk. He just stopped by over here, a tour and exchange of gifts. I won, with a signed Giraffe painting gallery-wrap, on my wall already. With Chesty in the background below: "She followed me home. Can I keep her?"

Osprey from Deerlodge

I had two Ospreys fly upriver right overhead last night and noticed the "jewelry" or band on this one's leg. I sent it to Adam Shreading, Raptor View Research Institute and he reported: "AWESOME! 

This bird was banded as a nestling in 2012 at Beck's Pond near Deerlodge. We saw it a few weeks ago, at one of the MPG Osprey nests hanging out with one of the adults that had attempted to breed there (failed nest). I was wondering if it was still around."  That's exactly 100 miles according to Google Maps, fewer "as the crow flies." Ospreys stay on the wintering grounds far south their first year and don't make it back, well, until they are two!  

Independence Day

I had a program at the home of Charles Schwab on the 4th, just down the road at Tucker Crossing Ranch, and a little 2-year-old cutie named Whitney loved Sibley the Peregrine. She shouted "habitat!" over and over when she saw her, which Katie her mom told me is a very popular rap song on Sesame Street nowadays. I remember when that show debuted in 1969 or so. It was a big deal back then, when there were three network stations and PBS, and still going strong today, sounds like. Big Bird was and is a Rock Star.
The concentrating Sandhill Crane photo was taken on the way home, not one single other person in the Metcalf Refuge, cool.

Swallows Fledge!

Every evening I think,  this will be my last night to photograph the Cliff Swallows in the yard. All but two nests fell off the eaves, a tragedy.  Top is the last photo of young being fed. This morning all the fledglings were expertly flying around the yard for a half hour or so, a dozen in the air at once with the  Bitterroot Mountains in the background. Hoping they come back next year, we are going to borrow a ladder and install an even bigger shelf for them.  The flying circus!

Big Hole Trip

Every year I drive over to the Big Hole Valley to meet up with my pal Jack Kirkley, professor at U of M Western in Dillon, Dr. Goshawk. Tragically a Northern Goshawk nest he had been watching for over a decade was wiped out by a Great Horned Owl, again. So we stomped around in the woods for an hour looking for a Great Gray Owl that eluded us. We had a great way to track it to the nest - baiting it with a medium-sized rodent equipped with a tiny radio transmitter. It would have worked...and we'll try it again. The baby Eastern Fox Squirrel went back in the freezer for another time. The lower photo is of our target species, taken a few years earlier.

Big Hole Valley Today

One Year Ago Today

The anniversary of my drive back from The Peregrine Fund in Boise with our 17-day-old Aplomado Falcon, Sonora. Similar weather here today, and hovering just under 100 degrees. However, the Boise temps reached 108 or so last year, a scary ride home and I will never forget it, thinking the car would die and so would we. Safe and sound and our Angel Bird, Sonora, program expert with one on the 4th of July on Friday.

One More

Dad just dropped that squirrel. He flew back  20 minutes later and landed very low in the tree, perhaps looking for it.

Fledged Today!

I was wrong in guessing the young Bald Eagle would stay put in the nest for a while longer, and he flew the coop Monday! I say he because two were perched together in the big snag about 75 yards downstream, both a little smaller than the one at the nest tree, the female. The male left for about ten mintes to return with a chunk of ground squirrel, the newly fledged bird begging. Surprisingly he dropped the food and flew off in embarrassment (not really) so the youngster flew back to the nest tree to perch by mom. I was remarking to myself that he seemed fairly confident in his new talent for flight, when he landed on a puny little limb in a pine tree, crashing into the foliage. Oh well. Lots of photos and this one my favorite.