Cedar Waxwings!

For more than a week now I’ve seen these little birds (maybe 50 of them) swarming in and around the gap that I can see from my fourth floor apartment building. It’s right along, and above the approach ramp to the interstate which dominates my view.

I saw them at various times of the day.  And they were always swarming, almost like the famous murmurations that Starlings make over various parts of the world.

I couldn’t identify them. They didn’t seem to be like any birds I had ever seen before. And this behavior was strange too – but entertaining.

But yesterday just as I was looking out the window, they were all swarming into and around a palm tree that is between our parking lot and the ramp.

So I grabbed my big old bazooka of a lens (the new 200-500) and tried to capture at least a glimpse of them.

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This shot, at least allowed me to make a clear identification. The yellow belly. The black mask. The yellow tipped tail. No question – they are Cedar Waxwings.

As you can see, I was only sorta successful. These little suckers are fast! And they don’t normally stay anyplace for long.

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But I did catch this one with a berry in his mouth; a berry that he had just plucked from the generous stock of palm berries (fruit?) of that particular tree. This is why they were swarming around and landing in the tree. If you look closely at the picture above you’ll see at least eight birds.

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And in this last shot you can see that they’ve just about stripped this palm bare.

When they finally swarmed away from the palm, they must have decided that it was time to call it a day. They swept up into the sky, wheeled off to the north, dipped and swooped a couple more times,  and vanished into the very top of a huge Live Oak across the way.

I can’t brag on the quality of any of these photos. But considering that I was holding a 200-500mm lens without a tripod, and that I was shooting through my living room window, I think I did okay.

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December at Fort Pickens

I’ve been able to make three trips out the Fort Pickens so far this month. My favorite birds – the Ospreys and the Least Terns – aren’t around yet, but there’s always something. For example:

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This is a Merlin. I’ve never seen one before. Beautiful little member of the Hawk family. I’m told it’s a female. Anyhow, she was surveying her hunting territory just inside the front gate at the park. Looks like she had just taken a bath and was drying off in the sun.

And then there was good old Trevor. Jerri and I named him last winter when we were living on the beach. He was a regular visitor to the pond in the middle of our complex.

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He’s a big, big Great Blue Heron. And appears to be all ready for breeding season with his feathery regalia and that cool topknot blowing in the breeze.

Down the road, on the beach side, I came upon this group (flock?) of Sandpipers. Just huddled on the beach with their backs turned to the cold north wind.

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Every few minutes the ones at the front, who were taking the brunt of the wind, would break away and run to nestle in behind the rest of the gang. Seems fair to me. That beach wind can be brutal!

Down near the fort, on the Sound side, I found this young GBH, just sitting out in the open with his back to the wind. From the size of his topknot I’d say he’s not going to be finding any pretty young things who are interested in him this year.tiny-topknot-GBH

But he did have one fascinating feature. His foot, the one they curl up and into their feathers while they’re standing on the other leg …

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Maybe there’s too much sand on it, and he needs to shake it off before he tucks it into his nice clean feathers. The rest of his entire leg is already nestled up in those feathers somewhere. I’ve always wondered why bird do that – stand on one leg. Any ideas?

I’m using a monopod now, or trying to. Since I recently bought this enormous 200-500mm Nikkor lens, I need all the help I can get. But I’m still so used to hand-holding whatever lens I’m using, I kick the monopod to the side most of the time.

As careful as I plan to be, I just know that I’m going to topple over more than a few times when the nesting season really gets cranking.

We Caught Them All

Jerri and I went to FP yesterday to check up on Least Terns and Ospreys before we leave for PA on Saturday.

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Our first interesting encounter was this rather surprised looking Yellow Crowned Night Heron, standing ankle deep in a parking lot and

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looking rather surprised to see us. Jerri captured both these shots.

Then on along the road, looking for nesting Least Terns, these two

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seemed to be having an argument about something. Maybe he wasn’t bringing her her fish fast enough, as she sat on the nest tending their eggs.

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On down the way, at Battery Worth, Big Mama decided not to wait for her fish delivery to take a brief break from the eggs. Maybe just to stretch her wings – because she was back in less than a minute.

And next door

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they seemed to have it right – the guy was bringing his mate her share of a pretty nice fish (after he had had his share, of course). Funny thing was – he allowed her to snack on it for a few minutes, then he snatched it up and went away to have some more himself.

Across the way we discovered what may be the first Osprey chick of this year, looking out to see the world.

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And down near the fort, where the new ferry landing is, this young GBH crept out from under the walkway to stand facing the sun, in an apparent attempt to either dry his feathers or flash the woman who was fishing just down the beach.flasher-heron

A Day For Least Terns and Skimmers

Well, they’re back, and nesting. But nowhere near in the numbers they had last year. I’m afraid the flood last June that  killed so many chicks has had an effect on them.

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This one, near Fort Pickens Road, seemed to be saying – just go away and leave me alone. Because, obviously …

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… she had one young-un to look after, and was probably expecting another (maybe even two more) soon.

Meanwhile, down at Opal Beach, there were several more.

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All of them looked healthy – and fiesty! This guy took an immediate dislike for me and decided to dive at the car just to let me know I was not welcome to come any closer.

So I meandered down to the Causeway at the Navarre Beach Bridge to look for Black Skimmers. There are currently two huge pods, or flocks, or whatever you call them, along the east side of the road. And as soon as I started shooting I noticed this commotion:

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A confrontation between a tiny Least Tern and a much larger Skimmer. It seems that the Tern’s mate had decided to set up housekeeping right in the middle of this gang of Skimmers. And now …

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…it was the little guy’s duty to fight off any interlopers who might get too close to her.

This could be a long process. I’ve noticed in the past that the Skimmers are very curious about Tern nests in their territory. I don’t know if they disturb them, but they sure are curious. And since it takes about 19 days for a Least Tern chick to hatch … well, Dad’s got a lot of defending to do.

So,  good luck, all you little guys. And you big guys too. I’ll come around to check on you whenever I get a chance.

Yesterday – Big Mama Takes Over

Just a brief visit yesterday to check on the progress or Big Mama and her young studly mate. She was sitting on the nest, squawking like mad, so I knew he would be coming along shortly with an offering. And he did.

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She examined it closely. A nice, foot-long Needlefish. And apparently she approved. But it did take some wrestling for her to get it under control. It was still very much alive and apparently didn’t care much for the idea of being eaten.

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She, literally, had to wrestle it into submission – face down in the nest.

But then she had it and was off to enjoy her dinner alone.

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The fish wiggled and squirmed, but she was not about to let it escape those lethal talons as she soared across to the Pine Tree Inn, her favorite dining spot.

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Then she settled down to really get on with it. I realized some time ago that Big Mama has chosen this Pine Tree as her dining spot because she can get down inside it, thus avoiding quick attacks from other birds who would like to snatch away a nice fresh fish. Big M’s mate and all her chicks, year after year, also choose the Pine. It’s a family tradition, I suppose.  And I’ve never seen another bird succeed in snatching anything away from the family when they’re in this tree.big-mama-chowing-down-on-a-needle-fish

So … I left her to her dinner and headed back down the road toward home. Along the way I noticed that a pair of Ospreys had, indeed, formed a nest in the top of the chimney at the campground check-in station. As I passed and grabbed this shot,  the female seemed to be content on the nest and her mate was watching from a radio tower nearby.

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I knew storks did this in Europe. But I’ve never seen Ospreys do it.  Hope nobody sets a fire down there.

Baby Huey, Is That You?

Wednesday as I passed the Langdon pavilion I spotted two large birds overhead. Jumped out of the car as fast as I could to grab a shot if possible. As the larger bird soared close enough to capture (albeit still pretty far away) I grabbed this image.

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From the dappling brown spots on his/her belly I’m guessing this is still a pretty young Bald Eagle. And there’s a possibility this is the bird I nicknamed Baby Huey a couple of years ago, when he was fully developed but his white head and tail hadn’t appeared. (This doesn’t happen until they’re 3 1/2 to 4 years old, I’m told.

I called him Baby Huey because he was all alone soaring above the bike trail that summer when I first spotted him. And every other bird in the area seemed to want to chase him and pick on him. He was constantly escaping into a tall Pine to hide out. Gangs of gulls, a couple of Ospreys and even a Great Blue Heron all seemed determined to have at him.

So – I ask – Baby Huey, is that you?

The other bird stayed too high to photograph. But as far as I could tell it was certainly another Bald Eagle, and a young one, because it’s colors had not changed.

So … we shall see …

And so it begins

Today! March 3, 2018, I knew that Osprey season had officially started (at least for me).

Jerri and I drove into the parking lot at Battery Worth and I had no sooner taken the camera out of the car than THIS happened!

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Yep. That’s Big Mama — upside down, defending her territory. I’m not sure if her antagonist is a male or a female. But she was having none of it.

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Best I can tell, this is another female, challenging her for her traditional nest site, even before she gets started on repairs and rebuilding after a really hard winter — lots of wind and rain since she left for somewhere South last August.

But she’s back. At least I think this is the same bird I followed last year. I’ll have to compare some shots from that bunch and look carefully at her chest markings before I can be sure.

A couple of hours later we went back there and I was told that she had just “coupled” with a mate. Damn! Sorry I missed that. But, oh well. I’ve photographed it before. If he’s right, and they really did mate, she’ll be very busy getting that wreck of a nest in shape before the kids stat arriving. And the boyfriend had better start pitching in. Big Mama does NOT tolerate malingerers and goof-offs! He needs to take lessons from this guy.

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So, like I said — Osprey season is here. I’ll be keeping a close eye on Big Mama’s nest as well as a few others I generally keep track of, so — stay tuned.

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