Foxes to Fawns

The foxes have been very present the last couple of weeks, showing up on all three cams, but mostly on this one, although this particular frame is a composite image.

Only once did the fox get caught before the cam's night vision went into effect.

Another cam caught a fox in a nice pose, with perhaps part of the tail of a second fox on the lower left, and a strange flying insect in the upper right.

Since I was just going up to do a camera check, I rode my bike, leaving home with 4 out of 5 bars on my battery. That would have been enough if the headwinds hadn't been so strong. I'd never ridden the battery all the way to empty before (the gauge is at the bottom of the display) and was interested to find out what would happen. I learned that the last bar drains much more quickly than the first bar, and that the battery seemed to die all at once, rather than tapering off.

This is where the first battery died. Long live the second battery.

Despite the windy conditions, it was a delectable, crystalline morning on the mountain.

I had moved the chaparral cam into the woods to this new location, where a Robin struck a pose.

A Hermit Thrush too.

And Mr. Gray Squirrel.

When I saw that the cam had fired off nearly 800 frames (where the other two cams had less than 300 each), I figured I'd have a lot of blank frames caused by branches blowing in the wind. Nope. The trail I'd set up on was less a game trail and more of a Wood Rat playground.

Almost all of the close-up frames were blurs.

The cams picked up surprisingly few deer in the last couple of weeks.

But in addition to lots of fox captures, there also were numerous jackrabbits. Some were caught posing....

Others bounding.

Note the fawn's mom back in the upper left.

Say cheese!

I decided to move the wood rat cam to a new location, where I've seen rattlesnakes in years past. I'd scouted this spot on the way in without seeing any snakes, but on the way out, at 10 a.m., Mr. Buzz was sunning himself about where I expected to find him. I set up the cam very nearby in the hope of capturing a hunter in the chaparral (whether fox, bobcat, coyote, or snake), but it's quite possible I won't capture anything at all.

Not only are the rattlesnakes out, but the side creeks are nearly dried up. The one that I've been refilling my water bottle at the last couple of times was dry, with just a couple of small, stagnant pools well below the spot where I'd been filling up. I thought I'd refill at the Pantoll Ranger Station but I forgot by the time I got down there, and I also figured I could eat a couple more plums at a tree I'd stopped at on the way up. It was a cool day, though, and I made it home with water to spare.

I didn't stop to take any pictures between home and Mt. Tam, at least not until I came back through Golden Gate Park just in time to catch a Black Lives Matter march as it passed in front of the Conservatory of Flowers, headed toward the beach.

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Poetic Light

I got up earlier than usual this morning and figured I might as well get out of bed and start the day. That got me up to Grandview Park earlier than usual, and it got me thinking about the different viewing opportunities offered at different times of the day. A few of the past few days have been so foggy in the morning that you can't see the houses at the bottom of the hill, only to turn clear and sunny a few hours later.

Anyway, this morning was one of the most beautiful I've seen since I started these work-from-home walks. The low sunlight blazing from the East Bay showed off the contours of the Marin Headlands and Mt. Tamalpais to excellent effect. It was the kind of beauty that just opens you up and fills you with a sense of the sublime, like a favorite poem that strikes just the right chord. 

Joseph Campbell, by way of James Joyce, called such moments "aesthetic arrest," and felt they could be induced by great art as well as nature. Aesthetic arrest is that moment where the ripples of time recede to insignificance upon a broad sea of eternity.

This is a crop of the same image to give a better idea of the light on the distant landscape. I was tempted to go home and get my 35mm camera, but even before I finished my short walk, tendrils of fog started to feather in from the south. It wasn't much longer before the fog closed down all vistas beyond a hundred feet or so. Had I begun my walk at the usual time I would have missed the show.

Just yesterday, meanwhile, I noticed the fog was at about the right level to go for glory. It was only the second time since the lock-down that I was able to catch one, and it didn't last long. The sun would start to break through the fog behind me (to the east), only to heat up the atmosphere and make the fog rise and obliterate the glory. The antisolar point has also moved south from the last time I captured a glory, making the window of opportunity that much more brief. Soon it will be impossible to capture from this side of the hill.

After this morning's poetic brilliance, followed by a foggy whiteout, I figured the sun would eventually come out in time for my mid-day bike ride down to the beach. When it was time to go I looked out the back window to see how windy it was, and was surprised to see water droplets on the glass. Minutes later I could hear rain falling on the plastic skylight over our stairwell! Rain?! The National Weather Service forecast for today was "mostly sunny." I decided to skip the ride and go ahead and make some lunch, but the rain was short-lived, and soon the wind was breaking things up. I hoped my lunch was digested enough when I rolled down the hill in buffeting winds.

When I saw the container ship heading into the Golden Gate I pulled over along the Esplanade to snap a picture. I took this shot thinking I would get a more clever image when the ship moved in to be framed between Seal Rocks and the Cliff House, but I ended up preferring the composition of this frame.

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Lassen in June

This was the first week of June, 2007, and if I remember right, this is still-frozen Lake Helen (elev. 8,200 ft.), with Mt. Lassen in the background.

Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel

Clark's Nutcracker

Mt. Lassen from Manzanita Lake, not frozen at 5,900 feet.

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Coast Trail

Although I totally support the protests against police brutality and racism, I'm glad we were able to watch the Golden Gate Bridge being blocked by protesters on the evening news, long after we had crossed it to get home. We left home even earlier today to set out on a different Mt. Tam loop than yesterday's, again returning to cross the bridge well before noon.

I believe this bouquet of lovelies is Golden Yarrow (Eriophyllum confertiflorum).

It was chilly and windy when we started, sometime before 8 a.m., but the air was beautifully clear. I even saw the Farallons for the first time in weeks. It seemed so close from our Bolinas Ridge vista that I thought it was a container ship at first.

We had long stretches of the trail to ourselves, which was a nice surprise. The Matt Davis Trail can be especially busy at times. Being early birds helps. By the time we circled back to Rock Spring via the Cataract Trail, we encountered all the people who start hiking at 10 a.m., and as we did so I thought of it as the Cataract Trail Superhighway, even though we probably crossed paths with no more than 20-25 people, far less than we'd encounter in single block around our neighborhood shopping district.

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Opening Up

The Rock Spring parking lot was open again. This is the first weekend it's been open since it all shut down a couple months ago. My wife and I were eager to walk on mountain trails once again, and it was a gorgeous day to be in the woods, and also to find a spot where we could take in the long view out toward Mt. St. Helena.

Although the coastal hillsides have very little green left, the woods still seem lush, with lots of new horsetail coming up along parts of Cataract Creek.

We stopped by Potrero Meadow where I checked up on the old geocache which I didn't find until May of 2014. It had been sitting out there since 2011. This morning it didn't appear that anyone had been in there in a long time, but in fact someone had been in the box as recently as August 2019.

It was great to open up to the wild again, to get some of that natural nectar made of sunshine and wind, scent of forest and meadow, to feel the trail under our feet, surrounded by birdsong and butterflies, to watch a browsing buck in its velvet antlers and a pair of coyotes that traversed a hillside that was going to gold with wind-blown grasses half as high as the coyotes, and all with so few people around that you feel you have it to yourself.

Even this fence lizard was opening up to new growth: I'd never seen a lizard shedding it's skin before. Its camouflage was so brilliant I probably wouldn't have seen it if my wife hadn't drawn my attention. Once the optometrists are open again I'll have to drop by for some glasses that I've been putting off getting for a long time. The woods are getting increasingly impressionistic, and I just flat-out miss little details like camouflaged lizards.

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Hummer at Twinberry Flowers

Although I'd just photographed Fern Canyon and Roosevelt elk around Gold Bluffs Beach back in June 2008, I still remember being most grateful for having gotten a photo of a tiny Allen's hummingbird feeding on native twinberry flowers (Lonicera involucrata) (not to be confused with twin flowers, Linnaea borealis). I'd first encountered twinberry growing along Redwood Creek between Muir Woods and Muir Beach.

I might have been especially pleased because I'd often photographed these hummingbirds in the man-made gardens of Strybing Arboretum, and there was something special about finally photographing them in a wild and natural setting where the birds are much less accommodating of close proximity to people. 

On my bike ride yesterday I noticed that Strybing Arboretum is open again, at least at the front entrance. The back entrance (nearer Stow Lake) was still closed. Unfortunately, campgrounds up around Redwood National Park are still closed, and I'm not too hopeful they will open at all this month.

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Yard Cat

This neighborhood cat is just the right blend of wild and domestic. She spends all her time outdoors but enjoys human company (especially if it involves ear-scratching).

Sometimes the wildlife camera actually does capture wildlife. It's pretty rare that a raccoon makes a daytime appearance, though. Cheeky.

The cat likes to sleep in several places, mostly at either of my next-door neighbors' yards (using the term "yard" very loosely). Sometimes she wants to be in the sun, other times she'll opt for the shade.

Lately, though, she decided to take her cat-naps directly in front of the wildlife camera, resulting in about 400 frames per day that look like this.

And this.

Sometimes the raccoon will saunter through, only to be followed minutes later by the cat, who I'm pretty sure is afraid of raccoons, and probably for good reason.

Kit-Kat, aka Fuzz, aka Coco.

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Battery Check

The latest update from Mt. Tam State Park is still, as I write this, the one from way back on May 1. Yes, it seems like the first of May was a long time ago. While I remain hopeful that they'll open the mountain to vehicle access this month, I'm glad my two-battery ebike system can get me up there in the meantime. I rode up on Sunday morning, leaving the house at about 9 o'clock.

View of the Marin Headlands from the cyclist's side of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Nice to see that Sausalito was ignored by looters.  

I reached Mt. Tam at about 10:45, which makes the ebike trip about one hour longer than driving up in my car. The yellow mariposa lilies (Calochortus luteus) are now in bloom. I didn't see any just a week ago.

Even though I had only a week's worth of material on the wildlife cams, I wanted to check up on them since I'd placed two of them in slightly different spots. I'd also set them to shoot very brief six-second videos in addition to capturing still frames. Two of the cams were loaded with Eneloop Pro batteries and had plenty of juice left, but the third cam, loaded with regular Eneloops, was almost out of juice already. I ordered another eight-pack of the Pros today.

Unfortunately, I'm getting just a bit too close to the animals with this camera placement.

In case you weren't sure what that critter in the still shot was, here's a frame-capture from the video.

And one more.

A composite with Buck and Gray Fox.

Another composite with Fawn and Jackrabbit. I actually saw the fawn and its mom live and in person when I was up there on Sunday. So cute. They were right on the edge of a small meadow, staring at me. By the time I got my phone out, the camera app on, and the 3X "telephoto" dialed in, the deer had slipped into the forest, out of sight.

I was disappointed to see that my only bobcat of the week zipped through the frame before the camera's trigger engaged. I had it set to fire three frames, and this was the first. The next two, as well as the following video clip, were blank. I have the least expensive model, and the specs on that page don't even mention the trigger speed. Elsewhere I've seen it advertised as half a second, which is more than twice as slow as a similarly priced Bushnell, which triggers in two-tenths of a second. Normally I don't place the cams so close to a cross-trail because of the slow trigger speed, but I am actually hoping with this placement to catch critters walking toward the camera.

I was really impressed with how green everything still was in the woods on May 31st. The forest floor was still damp enough that the leaves didn't crunch underfoot.

A few wild turkeys foraged in the grass next to the Rock Spring parking lot.

View on YouTube

About a half-minute smartphone pan of the forest with birdsong.

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