Blowin' In The Wind

 

A red-tailed hawk leaps into the wind at Balboa Natural Area.

I'll bet I'm not the only one who was jolted awake in the wee hours last night by gusting winds. For me it happened around 3:30 a.m., with not just windows and doors rattling, but the whole building shaking. It reminded me of the earthquake we had the other day that rattled and shook the floor-to-ceiling bookcases next to my computer desk. (The quake was relatively small, a 3.5 or so, but struck less than ten miles from my home.)

Ordinarily I'd have simply enjoyed feeling nature's power, but the hideous fires in Los Angeles have made the "what ifs" a little too close, and too real, for comfort. 

Most of my yard looks dry and colorless this time of year, but I was pleased to see that the pipevine is in bloom.

A scrub jay boldly perches out in the open atop the raven tree seen in this post.

Note the heat-shimmer distorting the foreground buildings (the VA Medical Center being the big one) and the sun reflecting in the windows of Stinson Beach homes in the background.

Yesterday's Moonrise from Grandview Park

Ikebana

Windrows at Ocean Beach This Morning

Suspended Animation

Tubular Swells

Cliff House View Toward San Pedro Rock

Moment of Bliss

Riding back down the hill from the Cliff House I noticed this red-tailed hawk in the grass inside the Balboa Natural Area, so I turned around to check it out. I arrived just as it was tearing into the last of whatever meal it had recently caught.

Note the single banded leg, probably the same red-tail shown in the last post. I'm tempted to give this hawk the name of Marlon. As is Marlon Bando....

I put the camera in burst mode in anticipation of the hawk taking flight.

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Green Grass & Blue Skies

 

Red-shouldered Hawk in Screech Mode, Golden Gate Park

It hasn't even been winter for a month, but it's already looking, feeling, and sounding like spring around here. Blue skies and cool temperatures, green grass and miner's lettuce, and juncos trilling their territorial song. The red-shouldered hawks seem to screech just about any time of year, but I've seen a few instances of them pairing up lately (which might mean nothing at all, just a fluke that I happen to have seen only recently).

The hawk on the left is the one that was screeching in the topmost photo, and it flew over to join the other hawk on its branch. The hawk on the right soon flew to another nearby tree.

The remaining hawk hopped around to try out some new branches to perch on.

I'm still seeing the Say's phoebe at the Balboa Natural Area from time to time, but I haven't seen the Cliff House yellow-rumper in a while.

I stopped to photograph this hawk near the Beach Chalet to see if it was banded, and indeed it was. This is probably the one who devoured a mouse right in front of me back in early October.

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Marsh Birds

 

Greater Yellowlegs, Coyote Creek

I was feeling lazy this morning and caught myself already looking forward to a laid-back Saturday. The plan was to ride out to Tennessee Valley to look for bobcats if the wind wasn't too bad, and my laziness almost convinced me that some breeze-jostled tree branches out back should put the kibosh on the trip. I didn't let myself off the hook though, and it turned out to be a beautiful day for a ride. 

It was good to see a lot of the seasonal marsh-loving suspects along Richardson Bay and Coyote Creek -- killdeer, greater yellowlegs, least sandpipers, black-necked stilts, and American avocets, plus the great egrets and snowy egrets that are out there year-round.

I'd hoped for another appointment with a bobcat, but couldn't swing it. The highlight of the valley was a Cooper's hawk enjoying the warmth of the morning sun while perched in some coyote brush.

A Pair of Killdeer Foraging Together

I was watching the killdeer when a greater yellowlegs that had been resting, well-concealed among the marsh plants, stood up and mosied away.

As the yellowlegs left, a small flock of least sandpipers swooped in.

A killdeer looks sneaky as it walks past some pickleweed.

There were quite a few black-necked stilts, dressed in formal wear as usual.

There were a couple of minor squabbles among the stilts that ended with small flights to safety.

Stilt & Marsh Grass

Rippled Reflections

Tennessee Valley Cooper's Hawk

A pair of California quail, male and female, kept an eye on me from the fenced edge of Haypress Campground.

The quail were not tame or unconcerned with a human's presence. I doubt there are enough campers using the facility to get them more acclimated. Meanwhile, I'm sure they deal with owls, coyotes, hawks, and bobcats every day. Crossing open ground isn't a time to dawdle.

Mirror Image on Coyote Creek

Greater Grooming

Feather Flexing
(Check out this article on preen oil and its scented place in a bird's life.)

Brief Video Clip of Preening Greater Yellowlegs in Coyote Creek

American Avocets Foraging Among Snoozing Gulls

Killdeer & Pickleweed

I kind of like the way the sculler photo-bombed the great egret, forming a kind of contrail for the flying bird.

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Hawks vs. Ravens

 

Red-tailed Hawks Circling Above the Bison Paddock
(Composite image.)

I guess the 2025 California fire season has already begun, at least around Los Angeles. Pretty crazy to see such horrible wildfires in January, and early January to boot. Lying in bed last night, windows rattling in the wind, I went over my own emergency bail-out plans before falling asleep. I hate to think what would happen downwind of any wildfire sparked in the dense eucalyptus groves of Mt. Sutro.

I've been seeing pairs of red-tails circling and screeching together recently, sometimes with at least one of them dangling their yellow legs, talons outstretched. I have yet to get my camera out in time to catch them though.

I've been enjoying the weather by sitting out back for a while to relax after my walk and bike ride. Today I heard pecking in my neighbor's oak tree and went to investigate. A pair of ravens were the only critters in the tree. 

One flew away as soon as it saw me, but the other one gave me a scolding before it, too, flew away (but not very far; they were both back soon after I left).

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Hey Mergie

 

Hooded Merganser at Metson Lake

Mergansers, or "Mergies," always remind me of the late Bay Area jazz guitarist Calvin Keys (he died last April) and his song, "Mrkgy." In the CD version the song starts with Calvin saying, "Hey Mrkgy," so that's how I know it's pronounced as if it was short for merganser....

I heard or read in the news this morning that eggs are now nine bucks a dozen because of bird flu. I rarely eat eggs anymore, but I guess that's a lot to pay. Years ago I used to get the fanciest eggs sold at Rainbow Grocery for around $12 a dozen, so $9 doesn't seem that bad to me. But I guess restaurant owners and others are complaining about the inflationary prices. Meanwhile, another article mentioned how much of the state is "abnormally dry" or in "moderate drought," and there's no rain in the forecast for a while. In addition to bird flu and drought, we've also got potential deportations coming up for many folks who do a lot of our farm labor. Almost seems like a "perfect storm" brewing up for grocery prices.

I wasn't surprised to see this handsome white-crowned sparrow chirping from its lovely perch this morning...

...but I was a little surprised to see this hermit thrush chupping out in the open (along with a second one that I couldn't see). It's funny to think that the hermit will eventually trade in its lowly chup-chup calls for Pan pipes.

Hermit in the Eucalyptus

This caterpillar was scootching along the sidewalk when it found some delicious dewy grass growing in a crack. I was surprised it was out on such a cold and foggy morning.

I've been attracted to this tree's silhouette out my bedroom window and finally grabbed my camera when a crow landed in there to give it a little added interest. Unfortunately, the crow moved forward before I could get a shot off, slightly obscuring its shape.

I was on the eastern edge of the Bison Paddock when I stopped my bike to check out a couple of woodpecker calls. The woodpeckers were too far away, but then I noticed this hummingbird on a thin rope on the other side of the paddock's chain-link fence right in front of me. The bright orange in the background is from a traffic/safety cone inside the paddock.

I walked up to the fence and stuck my lens through for this shot, and the hummer was gracious enough not to fly away.

When I got back to my bike I remembered to check my mileage. I was at 14,997 when I left home and was glad to see I caught the round number before tipping over to 15,001. I'll have had the ebike for six years in March, so I'm still averaging about 2,500 miles a year, the same as when I rode downtown to work every day. Needless to say, my rides are much more fun now....

Red-tail Drying Out in the Fog

The red-tail was on a lamp post near the Cliff House, so I wondered whether it was a tagged hawk I've photographed before. A close-up of its legs showed no tags, though.

Seeing the caterpillar in the morning reminded me of the little things I miss while I'm biking around looking for birds, so I stopped at Metson Lake to check out the dried cattail stalks. The fluffy flower heads were interesting, but I didn't see any dragonflies or other insects clinging to leaves or stalks.

However, on the other side of the cattails I heard some splashing that turned out to be a bathing beauty -- a female hooded merganser.

She had the whole lake to herself, unless you include the black phoebe that was hawking from branches sticking out of the water.

Ta-da!

Brief video clip of the mergie preening after bathing.

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