Showing posts with label Mount Rainier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mount Rainier. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

October 1, 2019 - Fort Steilacoom

Today, I drove up to Fort Steilacoom Park for the monthly birders’ walk.  This outing takes place at the City of Lakewood’s 342-acre property, which has diverse habitats including open grassy hillsides with brushy areas, oak and other deciduous wooded areas, and coniferous Douglas-fir forest, all surrounding Waughop Lake.
Everyone wishes they could bird with a volcano on the horizon!
"Numerous" foot trails allow access throughout the park, which makes for some pretty good birding.

Russ Smith from Tahoma Audubon has led the group for several years, and tells us that birders have identified 146 avian species in the park.
Russ discusses the fine points of bird identification with Shep Thorp . . .
This walk takes place every First Tuesday of the month, meeting near the Barns at 8 a.m.  Today, we were happy with - and give a well-earned Thank You! - to Mary Dodsworth, the Lakewood Parks Director and her trail crew for recently clearing several trails of downed limbs and trees, as well as grooming overgrown blackberry briars off other trails.

Today, was a bit chilly at first (38º F/ 3°C), but warmed up into a calm and sunny, mid-50º F day.  The wintering waterfowl haven’t yet arrived, but there were still a few “summer” birds hanging around.
Anna's Hummingbird is a year-'round resident species

An Oregon Ash tree was in full color, and while we were admiring it, sharp eyes (not mine) spotted a Western Tanager in its branches.

Later in the walk, we heard the soft “whoit” call of a lingering Swainson’s Thrush.  In our area the Hermit Thrush may be found year-round, while our population of the Swainson’s migrates to southern Mexico and Central America to enjoy its “winter”.
Hermit Thrush
We were treated to a view of a male “Intergrade” Northern Flicker.  There are two ‘races’ of this woodpecker species.  Our common western subspecies, the Red-shafted Flicker, has a red malar patch or “mustache” and salmon-red primary wing feathers and rectrices (tail feathers).  The “Yellow-shafted” Flicker is the population expected in the eastern part of the country, although it breeds pretty far north (and west) into the Rocky Mountains, and has (as you’d expect) yellow flight feathers and a red crescent on the nape of  neck, as well as the male having a black mustache.  From Autumn through Spring, we can sort through the flickers, looking for “hybrids” between the two forms.  This bird was perched with apparent 'pure' Red-shafted female.  This male had red malars, no nape color, head/neck more cinnamon than gray, and distinctly bright yellow rectrices.

Another Autumn-through-Spring species is the Golden-crowned Sparrow, which, along with the Sooty Fox Sparrow, is one of the constant “little brown jobs” seen on our birding treks from now through April.

Hawks are apparently migrating, and we enjoyed seeing both the little Sharp-shinned and several of the larger Cooper’s Hawks.

The folks “in charge” of this walk welcome birders of any level of expertise.  The only requirement is that you enjoy the birds.

Fort Steilacoom Park eBird Checklist is Here
Just had to end with another shot of Mount Rainier . . .

Saturday, January 11, 2020

August 30 2019 - Birding in Paradise

On Friday August 30th, I resolved to chase a nearby species that I’ve not tried for in over 30 years of living in Washington State: the White-tailed Ptarmigan.  These are the smallest grouse to be found in the State, and they pretty much reside in remote alpine meadows above about 7,000 feet.  These are not a species that a birder can just drive to; it takes a bit of effort.  I hadn’t spent much time “at elevation” for many years, and the little population that the Oregon Game Department introduced into the Wallowas had long since died out by the time I spent several weeks hiking there in the 1970s.

In the Pacific Northwest, we have a phrase:  “Live Like the Mountain is Out!”  On sunny days, one or more of the peaks in The Land of the White Volcanoes are generally visible from towns along the Cascade crest, from the Canadian border to northern California.  On days with inclement weather, however, almost every local can point to their local mountain; whether they can see it, or not.

The local Mountain for south Puget Sound is Mount Rainier.  The concept behind the phrase is that, even though there may be clouds and rain, you don’t wait:  You live like the Mountain is Out, you will miss out on a lot of the good things in Life.
I drove from Olympia to Mount Rainier National Park, where the parking lot at Paradise was nearly full at 10 a.m.  Clouds obscured the summit, and visibility was pretty limited, but the day boded well for a sojourn in the alpine heights.
Birding in a fog . . .
There were already a lot of folks at the parking lot, and more arriving.  The Park has some odd rules about parking at the Visitors' Center lots, and it took a while to find a spot - even though it wasn't all that late in the morning.

As I started on the trail, the hikers ahead of me almost walked into this Black-tailed buck, who really didn’t pay us tourists much attention.

The fog kept the scenery and the birds somewhat obscured, as well.
Not much of a vista on a foggy day
I walked into the mist along the Panorama Point trail loop, and almost missed seeing this Sooty Grouse, which was only about 30 yards away in the brume.
The mountain rodents were out, including chipmunks, golden-mantled ground squirrels, and marmots.
The "Hollister" chipmunk - Neotamias amoenus.  Chipmunks have stripes on their faces
Cascade Hoary Marmot Marmota caligata feeding on lupine
Female Golden-mantled Ground Squirrel Spermophilus saturatus
The male appears to have brighter pelage . . .
I hadn’t been to the Park for several years, and was favorably impressed with the results of the Park’s efforts to re-establish the native vegetation.
The little red sign is supposed to keep people from trampling the plants
Life in the Alpine is fragile; these plants have a very short growing period, and thoughtless hikers can quickly trample a path into the verdure from which it will take years to recover.
The signage is a bit more clear at this site
By about 1:30, the heavens began to clear and the mountain was out!
Birds, however, remained few and far between, but the meadows were ablaze with wildflowers.
Bog Gentian Gentiana calycosa

Monkeyflower Mimulus lewisii
Dotted Blue Euphilotes ancilla on a groundsel Senecio triangularis
Aster Oresostemma apligenum
Attending the flowers was a host of insects.  Butterflies seemed to be the most abundant, and as the day warmed and dried, the more came out.
I think this is Edith's Checkerspot Euphydryas editha
And, I think this one is the Mormon Fritillary Speyeria mormonia
Azure Celastrina echo

Along the loop, a pair of hikers were scanning a montane hillside.

I stopped to enquire about their view, and they pointed out a black bear across the canyon.
The black spot in the distance is a bear.  Really . . .

I observed that much of the mountainside above the treeline showed the effect of recent loss of glaciation and snowpack.  Don't believe those who say "there's no such thing as Climate Change" . . .
The glacier was down here not too many years ago . . .
My “target” of seeing the Ptarmigan was not realized today, but it was exhilarating to be back at elevation, and makes me realize that I need to spend a lot more time in the Washington Cascades.  As far as seeing this “chicken”, both Paradise and Sunrise areas at Mount Rainier should be good locales for finding ptarmigan.  The Ptarmigan Ridge near Mount Baker is said to be one of the more accessible places to spot one.  Other potential hikes would be to Crater Mountain in the Pasayten, and along the Pacific Crest Trail near Harts Pass, the highest elevation you can drive to in Washington.  I may not get back up here this year, but the Mountain has inspired me to return to the heights.


“But the darkest scriptures of the mountains are illumined with bright passages of love that never fail to make themselves felt when one is alone.”
  John Muir - 1880
  In the Heart of the California Alps 
Pipit

Mount Rainier National Park eBird Checklist is Here  


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