A Day Birding in the Fog

Snow geese after a quick Adobe "fix"

before the fix-note the fog

Monday I couldn't take it anymore; I had to get out. The week of thick fog nearly all day every day was taking its toll. I needed to go in search of the large numbers of raptors wintering in our river flats (Stillaguamish, Skagit, and Samish- areas near and at the mouths of the rivers). It still hadn't burned off by noon but I packed up the binoculars and camera gear, a couple of snacks, water, and some tea and off I went- in search of clarity. I didn't find it until 2:30 in the Samish Flats.

In the meantime, I could see the 1000s of snow geese and various other birds if I was close enough. Raptors were out all over- American kestrels, red-tailed hawks, rough-legged hawks and bald eagles. I didn't find any accipiters or falcons. Mostly because there was just no seeing into the distance and even if you could make out a lump in the trees it was difficult to see any color.

Samish Flats- two areas known as the West 90 and the East 90. I've been birding since 1980 (although much more sporadically in the last 15 years). I generally make a trip to the Skagit and Samish flats at least once during the winter months. This day was one of the most spectacular I have experienced (except maybe for the 5 falcon days). At East 90 in the westerly fields there was literally a raptor on every shrub and in every tree, perched on fence posts and signs, and sitting on the ground. Rough-legged hawks, ravens, red-tailed hawks, northern harriers, and best of all tons of short-eared owls. After counting around 30 I gave up. I'd read accounts of folks seeing 54+!

I saw more in the 2 hours of clearing in this area than I've seen in my life. Everywhere you could hear their raspy bark and various other calls. Then there was the clump of cottonwoods or red alder near the Samish River- full of 20+ bald eagles. The immature ones were flying close to my truck and all over the place chasing each other and pissing off the adults.

 I decided to go check out the West 90 which is generally the better spot but it was quiet close in. Farther out there was plenty of action. I didn't stray from the parking lot as I wasn't prepared to go for a hike. next time I will. Northern harriers came in close. A short-eared owl did, too but I didn't want to disturb it. They really didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the attention, though.

northern harrier

For such a short trip it was absolutely fantastic. I found myself spellbound by the activity and numbers of birds. Getting a photo was just the cherry on top. I'm so grateful to have been there at the right time. No- I didn't find the immature gyrfalcon or long-eared owl, yet I came away with an experience of the impelling spell of raptors in winter on the Samish Flats. And my spirits had lifted even as the thick fog rolled back in.

adult and juvenile snow geese amongst the 1000s

Bald eagles of Harrison Mills B.C.

On the last day of the year my friends, Paul and Lisa, and I went back up to British Columbia to try our luck at seeing the thousands of bald eagles that flock to the Fraser, Harrison, and Chehalis Rivers each winter. Last year we saw 300+ which was exciting. This year we saw 100. Disappointing in numbers yet exciting in close up encounters with several eagles and trumpeter swans.

The locals told us we were 3 weeks late. Back then 6,000 bald eagles were at the Chehalis River "estuary". The trail starts in the Eagle Point development next to the golf course. Yes, the habitat of one of the   largest (if not the largest) concentrations of eagles in North America has been developed. At least they didn't destroy the estuary and left a few trails for people to access the feeding areas. Unfortunately, it seems everyone in the development has a dog, many of them small, which means eagle bait. We were told that two cougars had been killed this past year because they were threatening people. I doubt they were threatening people, more likely they ate a small dog and the people who moved into their territory are afraid. Dropping housing developments into the middle of a rural area full of wildlife such as coyotes, bears, and cougars is just plain irresponsible.

Off the soap box. We explored different side roads along the waterways and found one with a number of trumpeter swans and other waterfowl feeding including pied-billed grebes, buffleheads, hooded mergansers, common mergansers, mallards, gadwalls, American wigeons, ring-necked ducks, Canada geese, and some double-crested cormorants. I was pleased with all of the hooded mergansers, although I never did get a great photo of one. I enjoy their feather crests and their antics when competing for females.

juvenile

We saw an exquisite pair of anatum peregrine falcons perched in a large deciduous tree in a field. I'm still working on those photos. The lighting was not the best. Once I get them looking better I'll post them. In the meantime I thought I'd share several eagle photos here.

immature

The end of the trip was spent taking a short hike to Bridal Veil Falls. There was a small amount of snow on the ground and it was definitely chilly out. The hike is a gentle uphill walk (boy am I out of shape) of about 1/4 mile, unless you include walking the road which is probably another 1/4 mile. What a magical waterfall that's so easily accessible! A great finale to a great day with friends.

Bridal Veil Falls

Frozen water drops over the stream

Saturday Stanwood Rambling

the white bucket snowy owl

 

 

A couple of Saturdays ago I needed to get out for awhile so I headed to nearby Stanwood. The day was gray, cold, and showery. I stopped at Eide road just as a short downpour hit. I left the camera behind and went for a short walk. It was bird quiet but the pop pop of gunshots were enough to make you jump. They get tiresome quite quickly. The song sparrows were active and a rough-legged hawk was wandering around. The best part of leaving the camera behind is you get close to birds and miss great shots! What a lovely view of the hawk. There were some northern harriers hunting over the fields and hunters wandering in the same areas. I decided to move on.

 

I cruised down Thomle Road and saw two white buckets at the base of groups of white poles. They turned out to be snowy owls. I don't know how those folks get the close-up looks and photos of them. I haven't had that luck. Nice to see them, though. Not much else going on so I moved on.

 

Boe Road held lots of snow goose hunters and snow geese hanging out where they can't be shot. Such remarkable birds- tiny brains yet intelligent enough to fly high enough and roost far enough away that no gunshot can hit them. Since one can't trespass on Nature Conservancy property I stayed in the truck. I noticed three bald eagles flying low over the field at the end of the road and figured they had food somewhere. I drove to the end of the road and one of them landed on a power pole. A birder stopped to tell me that they had killed a duck, went to the pole to eat it, and it fell to the ground. That explains the intent looking down.

 

 

This is an "osprey-phase" bald eagle, nearly an adult. Notice the dark line through the eye, like an osprey. Next year that extra black will disappear and the bird will have full adult plumage.

I decided to take the long way back so I took Norman Road. I found this red-tailed hawk sitting in a field next to the road. Probably just caught a vole in the field or was thinking about why it just missed one! One of my favorite birds because I can nearly always count on seeing one every day of the year.

Wandering along the road I found a few small flocks of trumpeter swans. Iwish I could get a photo of them in something besides muddy fields. However, it's just great to see them around in recovered numbers (as long as we continue to ban lead shot.)

The Solstice has passed and we enter a time of returning light. May your days be blessed with the light of love, peace, and wildlife aplenty. Mitakyosin

Short Bird Day

very blurry snowy owl
 

I had to get out this weekend so I spent a little time on Eide Rd., Thomle Rd., and Boe Rd. around Stanwood looking for critters and practicing some more with my big lens. Snowy owls need to be closer for a decent photo with my 500mm lens. It was great to see them, though. I saw 3 or 4 just hanging out which they seem to do a lot- sit and watch. These were all  perched on the ground. Often they sit on buildings, fenceposts, large pieces of driftwood, farm equipment, and sometimes trees. Generally, these perches are in open areas- mudflats, pastures, etc. Being birds of the arctic it makes sense. Great birds. It's always a gift when the juveniles move down here every few years to spend the winter with us.

 



dunlin roosting in plowed field



 Along Boe Rd. I saw a bunch of little light spots running all over a plowed field. There were taller birds with them. The predictable dunlin and black-bellied plovers were taking advantage of the dirt field feeding on invertebrates of all sorts. They flew up with the large flock of red-winged blackbirds, never tightening into the tight twisting flash when being hunted by a merlin. Falcons are around but I wasn't there long enough to see any. My experience over the years I have almost always seen black-bellied plovers hanging around the larger flocks of dunlin. Unfortunately, I didn't think to look through the flock for the wayward golden plover. Next time.

killdeer and black-bellied plover hanging together

Towards the end of my short adventure I found a bunch of killdeer just sitting in the field together looking around and not doing anything. I found the above two birds sitting together at the end of the field. It was later in the day so I guess they were roosting together. I haven't seen killdeer and plovers hanging out so this was a new encounter and they posed for me! All in all a decent couple of hours even if I didn't get the big list of raptors folks have been seeing out here. Next adventure Harrison River for the thousands of bald eagles!

A day birding the Flats

My first day out birding the Skagit and Samish Flats this Autumn. It was a perfect day for wandering around and looking for raptors- extremely cold and crystal clear skies. It also gave me a chance to practice with my long lens.The biting wind penetrated my clothes and stiffened my hands.  Guess I've been lulled by the warmer than usual temperatures we've had lately. I found swans, snow geese, red-tailed hawks, lots of rough-legged hawks and northern harriers, bald eagles, plenty of great blue herons, a huge flock of dunlin with the requisite black-bellied plovers and northern shrikes. No falcons or short-eared owls this trip.

I spent much of my time at the West 90 on the Samish Flats. This area is well known for the abundance of raptors because of the abundance of voles. I was not disappointed. The northern harriers and rough-legged hawks were numerous and active all around the parking area.

rough-legged hawk just before diving to catch prey

I found it very challenging to follow them with my camera on the tripod. At one point a rough-legged was directly above me, hovering and looking straight down at me. It was a magical moment to be so close and meet glances with this arctic raptor.

rough-legged hawk diving

Both the rough-leggeds and harriers followed the same hunting path making them predictable enough to follow with the camera.  I'm happy for digital cameras as I took a bajillion photos with only a couple that are marginally good. I also discovered my lens needs cleaning. Sheesh! A fellow photographer and birder graciously gave me a few tips on setting up my camera. I need more practice....

dunlin Samish Flats


There was a large flock of dunlin to the north flying tightly together back and forth, turning white then black as they dodged some unseen threat. I had hoped for a falcon with no luck, although I wasn't working hard to find them. Next trip out will be more focused on the birds and not worrying about grocery shopping...

"Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking successive autumns."
Georg Eliot

Weasel Wonder



Looking back at spatter cones



Back in June on my big 2 week trip, I stayed a night at Craters of the Moon National Monument in Idaho. An extremely unique geological area that also holds wildlife surprises. After dinner that night I decided to drive the loop and see what this place is all about. I stopped at the overlooks and wandered along the short trails. At the spatter cones walk  I  decide not to grab my 300mm camera lens for such a short walk, leaving me with just a portrait lens on my Canon. Big mistake! First I find myself above a perfectly sunlit perched violet green swallow- too far for the regular lens. I was happy for the view and let the bright green fellow know of my gratitude for the moment.

 

 

Then it was on to the other short walk to the second cone. As I walked on the boardwalk beside the cone I caught movement in my peripheral vision. A young weasel had popped its head out from among the basalt rocks. It was quite a surprise!  I watched it as it ducked flies and checked me out. The youngster was sooo curious. I sat down and talked softly as it edged closer. I decided to take a chance and run back to the truck to get my longer lens. Good call! That little guy was still in the pile of rocks when I returned. Sitting and watching, taking photos, and just being in the moment allowed me to embrace the beauty of this unique animal.

 

 Eventually, he moved on to other piles of volcanic rocks and I followed along, staying on the boardwalk. He cintinued hunting for pikas and other small animals and moved out of sight. In the meantime, I now understand the meaning of pop goes the weasel!

During this adventure, I took quite a few photos, still making sure to stop and enjoy the moment. The gratitude for these magical moments will live on in my soul for a lifetime. May you find the same type of simple adventures in your days.

Autumn Palette

driveway leaves

 

Autumn is showing herself- leaves are turning various colors and quickly falling to the ground, wind is strong, temperatures are cooling, rain comes often, and the snow geese are back. The yellow, brown, and green of the bigleaf maple leaves brightens even the darkest day. Bigleaf maples are everywhere on the island. In some areas it's like driving through a tunnel of yellow-brown amongst the large trees. Reds and maroons, orange, yellow, and green of the vine maple leaves appear here and there, breaking up the monotony of yellow. The alders never really seem to get into the changing color thing, staying green, turning brown, maybe, and flying away on the wind. The green viburnum leaves are slowly taken over by a light crimson until only the leaf center is a light green. Contrasted by the yellow-blotched green leaves of the mock orange they contribute to the brightening of the yard. Due to the extreme dryness up until a couple of weekends ago, several of the red-flowering currants leaves simply shriveled up and died on the branch. Usually they turn a medium shade of deep red. Ocean spray and osoberry add varying shades of yellow to the palette of Autumn. The few golden cottonwood leaves provide a backdrop for the rest of the palette. As summer wanes I tend to dread the changing season, yet when Autumn arrives I thrive in its beauty and the scent of fresh brown leaves. Like the myriad greens of spring that bring the Earth alive, the colors of Autumn bring the Earth to quiet times, waiting below the surface for the next season to bring change. 

 

"Green leaves

that dawn after dawn

grow yellow,

red cheeks

that fade

with the passing days-

if our world

is made up

of such changes

as these,

is it strange

that my heart

is so sad?"

 

Hsiao Kang

 

The Memory of a Crow

A living crow friend



July 1, 2012 A few miles from Hatchet Creek Campground, Wyoming

I started this day cradling a dying paralyzed crow in my arms. As I headed back to Grand Teton National Park early this morning, on a 55mph highway that everyone flies on, I saw three crows pecking at something invisible on the road. This spot is a large aspen grove bisected by the highway. As I drove towards the birds, a fast moving large RV was headed in the opposite direction. I let off the throttle to allow the birds to fly up and across to no avail. In slow motion I watched as the three flew up and into the windshield of the RV; birds being thrown everywhere. The RV must have assumed that the birds would move; I never assume this. Two of the birds flew off nicked, but alive and unhurt. As I watched in horror in my side view mirror I saw that one had fallen into the lane behind me.

I noticed that the crow sat up so I decided to turn around. In the meantime, two more cars had driven over/past the crow. As I pulled over, I realized that the crow was now lying on its back, still breathing. I jumped out of my truck, ran across the road, and gently scooped the crow up into my arms. The crow did not fight, it's neck limp, apparently broken. As I cradled the injured bird it watched me with its eyes, no struggling, only labored breathing.

I moved to the side of my truck and sat down in the grassy shoulder along the edge of the aspen grove. Talking softly to the crow I apologized for not being able to do anything. I called upon divine guidance from the Universe to move through my helplessness. I couldn't stop crying; a teardrop fell upon its soft feathers. The crow could only blink, no ability to move. I could hear the other two crows calling from across the road in the other half of the aspen grove. I gently laid its still breathing body down at the base of a large aspen tree to let its mates come comfort and mourn its passing, as crows are known to do. As I left the area, I noticed an older flattened crow carcass along the shoulder just a few feet from where this incredible life was taken. Ever since this painful incident i have felt so much closer to crows and they seem less fearful of me- rarely flying when I walk past them.

All that RV had to do was lift off the gas pedal a bit to give the birds time to move. I would love to put out small signs in the form of birds, deer, coyotes, raccoons, etc. to mark where each has died as the result of a vehicle. Just like the crosses people put along the road where people have died in a vehicle accident. Imagine how many critter signs there would be along our roads. Maybe then people would slow down and pay more attention along the roads. I have run over critters, too and hit birds however, this can be minimized by looking for them along roads and again, lifting your foot off the gas pedal to allow that bird to live. You'll feel better for it.

Saving Washington's Wolves

Friday I took the day off to give testimony at the Washington Wildlife Commission hearing. Part of the agenda was an update on Washington's wolf packs and in addition, what happened with the decision to kill the Wedge pack in northeastern Washington. I have been very upset by the turn of events for our wolves so i felt the need to drive to Olympia and speak my truth. You can see the testimony of folks at www.tvw.org. Search for October 5th in the Columbia room. My testimony was around 5pm so you have to skim through to get to it. The ranchers and most of the Cattlemen's association folks were after me. The Farm bureau folks were before me. Mixed in were  the pro-wolf folks. I only had 3 minutes so i was unable to give the last 2 paragraphs of my testimony. I have included it here. It's Aldo Leopold's quote and the next paragraph.  yes, i choked up in the beginning and I'm proud of it. Even one of the commissioners did when he was talking about the decision to kill the pack. Here's my testimony-

Terri Wentworth-Davis

October 5, 2012

Washington Wildlife Commission Meeting      

Wedge Pack Wolf and Wolf Management Plan Comments

 

I am here representing myself and all of the friends, family, and co-workers who thanked me for taking the day off to come here. I also speak for the wolves as they can not speak for themselves. 

As a lifelong rural resident of Washington, I have watched many changes occur in the state- both good and bad- depending on your perspective. One of the most exciting is knowing wolves have returned to one of their home ranges in North America. Once again Washington is wild.

I have spent many weekends camping in the Twisp area hoping to hear from the former Lookout Pack; happy just knowing I was in their territory. I travel regularly to Yellowstone national park to observe and listen to the wolves. Now I have the chance to see or hear them much closer to home.

I am greatly saddened and angered by the recent turn of events- killing the Wedge Pack of wolves. First we lose a pack to selfish and uncaring poachers and now another to livestock interests who appear to believe that wolves are not part of the landscape. This is a belief from the 1800s and 1900s when Americans spent decades exterminating wolves and other predators mostly for the livestock industry. Maybe it’s time to enter the 21^st Century when we accept that wolves and other large predators have returned, were here long before us, and will be here long after us. Time to recognize we must learn to coexist with them.

Wolves are animals with complex social structures not unlike our own. Reports have said there were 8-11 wolves in the Wedge Pack. Tell me, if WDFW killed 6, where are the rest? What will become of them? Were they this year’s pups left to die of starvation?

I am asking that the wolf management plan be followed. Chapter 4 and Chapter 12 Task 4 have all the steps clearly defined for how to work with the wolves. This travesty may have been avoided if there were enforceable standards for what steps ranchers are required to take before a wolf is killed. Killing our wolves on our public lands because one individual, or even many, wishes them dead is unacceptable. It’s public- the wildlife and the land. I feel as if the public has been betrayed since the steps for modified husbandry and non-lethal deterrents are listed yet it seems as if all of the steps were not taken leading to killing the pack. Of course, how could that be avoided since they became habituated to killing the calves? Maybe, going back to the plan and incorporating and enforcing the listed steps would have prevented this; and taking a closer look at retiring grazing allotments in wolf territory.

I would like to end with a quote from a man who extinguished the green fire of a wolf’s eyes never to kill another wolf again-

“Examine each question in terms of what is ethically and esthetically right, as well as what is economically expedient. A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.” Aldo Leopold

There should be no “next time” for removing an entire pack of wolves. The stability and integrity of their presence and beauty must be preserved even if we all must pay a little more to help a willing rancher or another who suffers a loss.

Thank you.

 

River Otter Antics

For several years while visiting the Lamar Valley in Yellowstone national park we have tried to see the river otter family. Up a short but steep trail to Trout lake was to bring us amazing views of them. Never happened- until this summer. While i was at Yellowstone the temperatures were unusually high for that time of year. Hiking anytime after 10am would be tough for me in the heat. The problem was that I was getting up at 5am to go look for wolves and by the time I was done with that and my other morning wanderings it was 10am. One day I heard too many stories and decided i could do it- lots of fluids, some snacks, and a lot of stopping along the trail. 6,800 feet elevation and 1/2 mile for some of us out of shape flatlanders is a challenge!

This is a very popular trail so I parked the truck nearby on the road shoulder. Grabbed the walking stick and backpack and off i trudged, Hot, sunny, and busy trail I wandered and stopped to rest and admire the views, wildflowers, and butterflies. Talked to excited individuals who assured me the otter family were out and about near the den. Yes, they're playing near the tree, just follow the trial and you'll see the kits swimming around and an adult grooming on the lake shore.

Blurry otter tail back end

I found the spot just in time to see an adult swim parallel to the shore near me for about 5 minutes. It was an obscured view and then it disappeared into what I figured out later, was the den. That's it- no babies, no playing, nothing!

Sweet- one of many many wonderful photos of my time with these guys.

I was not giving up. I found a small log to sit on in the shade and stayed for 2 hours waiting for them to appear. I talked to many a hiker and passed the time just being present. Although, the bald eagle sitting right over my head was invisible to me and me to it until someone made a commotion and it discovered my quiet presence. Off it flew across the lake. 

My 2 hour wait was greatly rewarded with at least half an hour of fun in the sun. Four otters rolling and playing and adults cleaning youngsters were the treat of the day! Of course getting photos just makes it all the better. They stayed close to shore and the small crowd of admirers quietly followed them as they moved back and forth along the shore. 

Otter getting ready to go back in the den

They finally disappeared after the male started woofing an alarm due to some folks waving a white cloth on the hillside. He gathered and moved the young ones off back to the den and we were all left with awe. What a gift given when one waits patiently.

Den area

Badger Moments

Apparently something changed in blog spot because it's taken me 2 evenings to figure out how to get back!

 September 7, 2012 Slough Creek Yellowstone National Park
Every other step I take through the sagebrush I must stop to catch my breath. Three medications taken to abate the migraine have drained my energy causing my breath to become even more labored than usual at this high elevation. I have chosen a spot overlooking Slough Creek to make tea and force a bowl of granola down into my nauseated stomach. Bison dot the lower creek valley filling the sagebrush-scented air with their vocalizations. Bison grunt- yes these big burly critters emit grunts- kid grunts, mama grunts, middle-aged grunts, teenager grunts, and rutting male grunts; all similar but different cadences. A kingfisher rattles in the background and tires on gravel break through the surrounding grunts.

I finished my cereal, grabbed my mug of tea, and looked for a rock to perch upon. That wasn't working well- too pointed, too low, dips filled with rainwater. I decide to take a few steps down a fly fishermen trail. I look to my right at a strange looking rock in the shade of a large sagebrush- and the rock moves!

 A badger head had poked out of a den hole at the base of the sagebrush 40-50 feet away from me. My camera wasn't far away so  I moved as quickly as I could to get it and my tripod. Mind you, all I have ever seen are road-killed badgers and I have searched for a live one for years (even where the largest concentration in North America resides) with no luck. Now when I least expect it one falls nearly in my lap!

Now, I would have been ecstatic just to see a badger; being able to photograph it with my new lens is the  yummy cream cheese frosting on the cake! We watched each other for several minutes. Then he moved a ton of dirt flying out behind him. It's amazing to see their large perfectly round tunnels dug in a matter of minutes. After trying to find something nearby, he decided to move on running across the open grassy area to a line of sagebrush along the creek bank. 

He started digging vigorously again, gave up, looked around, then moved quickly staying under the cover of the sagebrush and eventually following it upstream. Waddling along close to the ground he disappeared from my view.  I was left with such marvelous gratitude I couldn't bring myself to leave.

I hung out listening to the ravens gronk in the distance, surrounded by the grunts of feeding and wallowing bison. They drink from Slough Creek, wallow in their dusty areas, and run along the creek- just because they can.
People pass by looking for the perfectly choreographed moment along the road- which rarely happens. I listen to the wolves howling far in the distance- a carcass to feast on nearby. I feel the call of nature in all her glory on this picture perfect, albeit physically challenging, day. Time to move on to the outhouse and then on to see what perfectly choreographed moment I might find next........

Animal Medicine

Views from my dispersed campsite up the Gros Ventre River valley outside of Grand Teton National Park in July


It's amazing how quickly time goes by. I was out walking in the forest in Index, Washington and I can already smell the scent of Autumn in the air. I've been busy with amphibian monitoring (I'll add those photos in a later blog), chasing red foxes on San Juan Island, and taking a 2 week road trip through southern Idaho, Grand Tetons, and on up to my spiritual home- Yellowstone. Back home now I challenge the typical rhythms of my everyday life. Epiphanies had on a solo 2 week trip are taking hold. My writing and photography become my focus when I have a moment here and there. My job becomes more tedious as I feel the pull to open and follow my passions. Fox, otter, weasel, and crow medicine were my companions on my adventures. Sometimes I get so caught up in figuring out how to make it work that I forget to let go and follow the omens (read The Alchemist). Mindfulness.

I leave again in a couple of weeks for Yellowstone where I hope to forge new friendships and deepen others. Wherever my path leads through the park I will follow. Wherever the omens are I will follow here and there.

Further blogs will carry the stories of my above companions on my trip. Warning some are beautiful and one is painful, yet releasing.

"...when each day is the same as the next, it's because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises."

Paulo Coelho The Alchemist

Foxes and chipmunks



Lunch spot on the way to the Methow

I've been busy adventuring lately. Memorial day and 2 days hence were spent exploring the Methow valley. I traveled up the West Chewuch Road and camped at Falls Creek Falls. I then drove to the end of the road which enters the 2001 Thirty Mile Fire where 4 wildland firefighters died. I discovered the firefighters' memorial and the guardian. The "guardian" was nowhere to be seen until I decided to leave an offering of white sage. Then it was time for him to check everything until he came to mine, discovered it wasn't edible, and moved on ignoring all the rest.The trip up and down the road was filled with deer and elk tracks. No one around on a summer weekday before school's out. The weather was sunny and warm. The river was clear and crisp and the warbling vireos were singing everywhere along the riparian areas. The forest held many singing Townsend's warblers. The balsamroot was pretty much done flowering although I found a few up out of Twisp on the way and at Black Pine lake. Another peaceful empty place on a weekday. The beaver made its presence known swimming the lake as well as some ducks. It was quite cold at night and a tiny bit of snow could be seen in the forest.

Deer track trails

Guardian of the memorial. 





As I was leaving the campground I was bid goodbye (maybe good riddance) by a ground squirrel. I admired his hidey hole, took some photos of arnica, and balsamroot and headed toward home.



This past Friday was go commune with the red foxes on San Juan Island. I wasn't disappointed. They were quite numerous and much too friendly. It was clear that people have been feeding them which may ultimately lead to their early death. I did not give in to their begging. i on;y feed the birds birdseed here at home. Feeding wildlife leads to dead wildlife either because they lack the nutrition they need and die early, are hit be vehicles, or are euthanized by park workers because they become dangerous to humans. I can't imagine causing such a beautiful gentle animal an early death.

They are so amazingly cat-like I almost expected them to meow! I savored every moment with them while I observed them hunting and trotting along through the tall grass. It was clear when I wandered the trails that the prairie is full of voles; their primary food. They'll take the European rabbits too but they prefer the easy small stuff. As I was leaving at 7pm I saw some small black ears in the grass; a kit not yet fed by humans so still wild.

I saw a total of 6 foxes all day. I spent the entire day at American Camp to maximize my time with them.

I love watching them pounce and sometimes jump after their prey. For such a small animal they have a heck of a long jump. They're pretty scrawny, too. I'm assuming all the photos we see are of foxes in their winter coat or farther north. These little guys were all legs and endearing faces. I may have got some great photos but the memories of spending time with their little souls will last much longer.

My next adventure takes me to Grays Lake NWR and back to Yellowstone NP in a week.

"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin."

William Shakespeare