Hit or Miss

 

Bobcat with Captured Gopher, Tennessee Valley

Although I snapped the photo above in the month of February, it was many years ago, when Tennessee Valley was home to three charismatic bobcats (and who knows how many more secretive ones). 

I'd planned to bike out there this morning but almost stayed home when I saw how bad the air pollution was. I did end up going (Sausalito finally repaved its rotten main street!), and the valley was beautiful despite the haze, but I didn't encounter any wildlife to speak of. It's always hit-or-miss out there, but today's lack of liveliness seemed unusual.

The Valley This Morning

This is a biodiversity poster I made of Tennessee Valley back in the day.

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Old Fella?

 

Anna's Hummingbird, Middle Lake

This guy's beak was never really closed during the time I spent watching him. Something about that open beak, the tiny bird's relatively large size, its nonchalance at my close proximity, and its overall gestalt, led me to wonder whether this is what an elderly hummer looks like. 

I was alerted to its presence by an Allen's hummingbird that rocked back and forth above it a few times, clearly wanting it to exit the area. After its failed attempt, the Allen's zoomed high into a nearby eucalyptus rather than perching anywhere near the larger Anna's hummer.

Eventually the big guy finished preening on its little perch and took off toward the lake, closely followed by another hummer. They sped out of sight too quickly for me to tell if the Allen's had been its escort, or another Anna's (of which there had been at least one more close by).

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Zen Fountain

 

Allen's Hummingbird in Waterfall at Mallard Lake

I brought along my new camera microphone on this morning's walk and decided to put it to use at a little waterfall that empties into Mallard Lake. The sound of trickling water was conducive to meditation and reminded me of those little Zen water fountains you can buy.

Hummingbirds in the Waterfall

I've been watching these flowers come into bloom over the last few weeks near Elk Glen Lake, but today was the first time I saw a hummingbird come to feed on them.

Red-tailed hawks were screeching, turning in the wind, and dive-bombing each other while also being dive-bombed by ravens, above Grandview Park.

A female Western bluebird was hanging out at one of the nesting boxes at the Bison Paddock.

A male was nearby as well. I thought I saw one of the first tree swallows of the season soaring high above the paddock, but none came down to check out the nest boxes.

There were many finches twittering in the trees and flying down to feed in the paddock.

Around my feet, honeybees were visiting the mustard blossoms.

They appeared to be gathering pretty good hauls of pollen.

The bluebird is perched on a pokeberry bush that was popular last spring, but so far there's no sign that the plant is still alive and ready to make a comeback this season.

The Great Highway's red-shouldered hawk was on its light post again today. . .

. . . but had a hard time keeping its balance in the strong winds.

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Beach Hazard

 

Sanderlings on the Run, Ocean Beach

I figured it would be pretty close to high tide when I reached the beach this morning, but I was surprised by the huge surf. If I'd remembered to check the weather forecast before leaving home I'd have known that waves were expected to be 14-19 feet, with the occasional "sneaker" wave topping even that.

A group of sanderlings was gathered in a somewhat protected area bounded on all sides by water that was just deep enough to keep people and leashed dogs from intruding into their space. The only thing they had to worry about was the occasional sneaker wave that pushed up the beach far enough to temporarily shrink their dry refuge.

No sign of any western snowy plovers where they formerly gathered between Noriega and Pacheco. 

Looking Down Ortega Street

I know, it's hard to tell how massive these waves are without a sacrificial surfer in there.

There were zero surfers, of course, and even the pelicans, which often make elegant use of the updrafts on wave faces, kept their distance from the thundering breakers.

Toil & Trouble

Serene Sanderlings

Even with its eyes closed and its beak tucked under a wing, a sanderling is always ready to run for higher ground.

Safe Within the Moat

A Beautiful February Morning at Ocean Beach
(The white square in the distance is the Cliff House.)

Note the sanderling on the left that appears to be screaming.

Beach Buddies

The red-breasted sapsucker continues to work the Mediterranean buckthorn at South Lake. I'd often figured all the holes in a given tree were made by several sapsuckers over many seasons, but this single bird is creating quite a tapestry.

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Cherry Plum Blossoms

 

Townsend's Warbler, SF Botanical Garden

I struck out on finding an unusual migrant that was reported yesterday in the Botanical Garden, but the bird activity around the pond in Children's Garden was a nice consolation on a beautiful Saturday morning.

I started looking for the migrant (a summer tanager) where all the commotion was coming from, hoping it would enjoy hanging out with all the robins feasting on berries. If it was still in the area, I didn't see it (nor did anyone else I spoke with). 

I was surprised to find a great blue heron hunting in the little pond. It can't be an easy spot to fly into and out of with those big wings. I didn't see it make a strike, but it rested unperturbed by the few human passers-by.

Steller's Jay in the Willows

The Allen's hummingbird was being chased by a larger Anna's hummer when I first saw it. Once it alighted on this branch, though, it seemed to be in an acceptable location since I didn't see it get chased off from here.

Such a beautiful bird in such a tiny package.

A female Anna's hummingbird dropped by to collect cattail fluff for her nest.

I didn't think to watch where she went once she'd gathered enough of the seedhead fluff to fly it back to the nest.

There were many yellow-rumped warblers around, as usual.

I don't have my glasses on when I'm shooting, so I sometimes raise my camera just to see what a bird is. A couple of times I thought I was finding a pine siskin, only to realize it was another yellow-rumper.

But at one point, a pine siskin did come close enough for a shot.

Several birds, mostly robins, were bathing in the pond, but this Townie must also have jumped in, as he spent quite a while preening afterward in a thicket of branches.

Preening Townie No. 2 of 4

Preening Townie No. 3 of 4

Preening Townie No. 4 of 4

A local song sparrow ate whole cherry plum blossoms...

...while an Anna's hummingbird just sipped the nectar.

The Townsend's warblers were also apparently feeding on the nectar.

A northern flicker's calls were going unanswered from deep in a thicket of willows and other plants.

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