Nice Weather We're Having

 

Going Gonzo at Ocean Beach

I'd given up on the morning's rain showers letting up anytime soon, but maybe half an hour after I'd settled into spending the morning on the couch with a hot cup of tea and the latest issue of Scientific American, the rain stopped. It was two hours after I usually set out in the morning, but I knew I had to get outside. 

I hate to say "at my age" about anything, but I was surprised how quickly and fully inertia had settled into my bones and muscles after sitting on the couch! I felt like I could more easily have gone back to bed than headed out for a walk. A few days ago, my wife's brother sent us an article from the NY Times about a Costco parking lot where middled-aged skateboarders like to hang out. There was talk of getting too old to do certain tricks anymore, and the likelihood of eventually having to give up the sport altogether. Just not today.

I could relate. Despite lots of crazy clouds passing overhead I was able to walk and bike my usual routes for a few hours without getting wet. But even if I had gotten soaked it would have been okay. Eventually I'll have to quit the strenuous walks and bike rides. Just not today.

Back Yard Beauty

I don't notice turtles at Lily Lake all that often, and I liked how this red-eared slider came out for a sun bath with duckweed all over its carapace. Virtually the whole pond is covered with the stuff, and I hope the park hasn't decided to leave the pond in such a sorry state.

Storm clouds began to move in as I headed up Whiskey Hill, but they never let loose with more than a few tantalizing drops.

More interesting cloud cover greeted folks at the coast. Nice views from Beach Chalet, no doubt.

I haven't seen any big surf at Ocean Beach in a while and was surprised to look out there and see a little black dot on a big green wall.

I don't know if this was the same gonzo surfer I saw at that first glance, but he kept charging right into the hollow of the eventual close-out.

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Doves 'N Roses

 

Mourning Doves at Bison Paddock

I spotted another hummingbird nest on my walk this morning but haven't photographed it yet. The hummer chirped in surprised as I walked beneath her nest, then buzzed around my head to check me out. Instead of returning to brood her eggs, though, she zoomed away, making the nest a little challenging to find. 

Once I did find it I looked for a good vantage point where I could wait for her to return and sit on the nest. The sidewalk was narrow and hemmed in by the tree and the front of someone's home. The homeowner was sitting in his Tesla in his Forest Hill driveway, and I hoped he would leave so I could occupy that space, which looked like the best vantage point. Instead, he got out to ask what I was up to, and he seemed dubious and suspicious when I told him. I wasn't sure if I should show the nest to such a person, but I offered anyway. I pointed it out and he took a quick picture with his phone, then set off on foot, presumably to the Forest Hill Muni station.

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In The Wind

 

Western Bluebird, Sunset Parkway

"In the wind" is a term I associate with the likes of Michael Connelly's new police procedural that I'm reading, called Ironwood. (As in "Catalina ironwood," a.k.a. coot-foot tree.) But today, being "in the wind" is what anyone who ventured outdoors experienced.

A red-tailed hawk high above Golden Gate Heights hovered in the wind without a single wing-beat as I began my morning walk. It was chilly, especially in the shade, as I faced headwinds coming off the ocean, but by the time I entered Golden Gate Park around forty-five minutes later, the sunny day had warmed things up a lot.

The highlight of the morning was finding an active downy woodpecker nest at Mallard Lake (home of the dreaded Golden Gate Leech!). I photographed the nest with my compact camera but looked forward to returning later on my bike with the Z8. You couldn't see the chicks yet, but I wanted the better resolution of the full-frame camera to see what kind of bugs the parents were bringing in.

I also spotted a second robin's nest near Elk Glen Lake, but neither is in a photogenic spot, unfortunately. 

Bluebird Showing His Colors on Sunset Parkway

Parkway Phoebe

Another Black Phoebe at Mallard Lake

The great blue heron found a photogenic spot to preen at Mallard Lake.

I photographed this one (maybe the same one) among all the turtles when I returned later on my bike.

This is the male downy woodpecker at the nest hole, shot with the FZ80D.

Here he is again later in the morning, shot with the Z8.

Mama Brings The Birdy Num-Nums

Pretty easy to spot the earwing.

Mama at the Nest Hole
(While I was watching, she flew food to the nest four times to the male's one time.)

You can just make out the adult robin bringing a caterpillar to its young nestling.

One of my favorite little dinosaurs, the bushtit.

It was a beautiful morning to just hang out on a branch.

This is the same nest I first spotted on April 21, well before there was a hatchling, and also photographed last week.

There were two adult robins foraging near the second nest. One of them appeared to be trying to shred a plum down to a size fit for a nestling.

In the Wind

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Metson Blues

 

Learning to Hunt at Metson Lake

Not far from where it was born a couple of months ago, a junior great blue heron was pursuing the daunting task of trying to feed itself this morning at Metson Lake, where it had plenty of human admirers passing by on a busy Memorial Day. Most of the admirers left after a minute or two, but I wanted to see the bird make a successful hunt. After half an hour without a single attempted strike, though, I also left -- knowing my lunch (a killer salad fortified with a side of Jane Bread and Pierce Point cheese) was waiting for me at home. 

Earlier on my ride I saw an adult heron hunting at South lake. It made several stabs but seemed to be doing it to get a drink of water.

I wondered if I'd seen this one in its nest at nearby Blue Heron Lake.

Most young herons do not survive until adulthood. Despite all their instincts for catching prey, the prey itself doesn't make it easy to be caught.

Wing Fan

The heron moved around a fair amount among the branches of the remains of the cypress that fell into the lake more than three years ago, hoping to find a better spot.

Sometimes it would just wade toward a new spot.

It frequently looked like it was about to make a stab.

On the way up Overlook Drive I spotted a coyote ambling straight toward me on the side of the pavement. Just as I stopped and got my camera out, a bicyclist coming downhill startled it and sent it into the brush. I tried to intercept it to no avail. I thought I'd found a coyote trail to follow, but it ended in a hobo nest.

A nearby hummingbird sat on an oak branch contemplating what kind of nectar it wanted for lunch.

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Tree Swallows

 

Tree Swallow at Bison Paddock

The little tree swallows seem to have bossed the slightly larger western bluebirds out of all the nest boxes. The only bluebirds I saw were feeding on the ground inside the paddock, then darting into thick brush when they sensed danger. Although they earlier appeared to challenge the swallows at the paddock nest boxes, their range map does not show them as breeding here in San Francisco (or anywhere along the coast). Maybe they don't have to compete with bossy tree swallows in their usual breeding range.

I looked out our back window the other day and noticed an unusual grey blob in a neighbor's tree down the block. My wife thought it was a bird, but I'd never seen a bird on the outside of the crown of this tree before (scroll down the link). Binoculars revealed its true nature.

I don't know what kind of tree it is, but the squirrels were definitely eating something that grows on it.

Squirrels in the Tree

The water bowl out back was disgusting, so I cleaned it out and put in fresh water. Half an hour later I happened to look down there again, and the bowl was already disgusting again. I put a trail camera on the bowl to see what was going on. Although the bowl didn't get as disgusting again for the next couple of days, I believe it was just a matter of luck -- that whatever they were dunking in the bowl wasn't quite as gross as that first day.

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