August 31 2019 - Ain't No Red-Necks Here

Redneck:  (slang, derogatory) A poor, rural, usually white and male, person from the Southern United States or parts of the Midwest and northeast, especially one who is unsophisticated and backward; sometimes with additional connotations of being rude, racist, and/or arrogant.

Well, I’m not rich; I am a white male; I've worked on a farm or two, although I’m currently a suburbanite; and I’ve often been identified as unsophisticated and backward.  Mom was an Okie.  I can be rude and arrogant, especially after a few whiskies . . .   But, I vehemently deplore racism.

But, that’s not what this Redneck is all about . . .

I drove over to the Coast this morning.  I was raised to not call it “going to the Beach”, because, unlike littoral areas elsewhere in the country, the Pacific Northwest has beaches, rocky headlands, estuaries, and tidepools.  The “beach” is often pretty boring; around here, the water’s cold enough and the wind’s usually cool enough that you may as well just find something more productive to do than just sit on the sand.

Today, what drew me to the Coast was a search for the bird reported as a Little Stint last weekend, then subsequently confirmed as a Red-Necked Stint after reviews of photos.  The bird had been seen as recently as this Tuesday, so there’s a chance that it still might be hanging with the flocks of Western Sandpipers and Sanderlings at Copalis.

As I approached the mouth of Cranberry/Connor creek, I saw people with spotting scopes who turned out to be Andy and Ellen Stepniewski, Brian Pendleton, Marcus Roening, and Heather Ballash.

This is a Least Sandpiper . . .

We scoped the shorebird flocks pretty well, but only found the ‘usual’ Western and Least sandpipers and Sanderlings in the ‘peep’ flocks.

. . . hunting for prey in the beach wrack.

A “Stint” is any one of the small shorebirds in the genus Calidris, and it takes a bit of patience to work through the flocks to identify the several species - and hopefully find the odd rarity.

The gulls and shorebirds were scattered a time or two when an immature peregrine Falcon tried to find a weak, sick, or unaware prey.  The falcon was unsuccessful while we watched several attempts.

Flocks of migrating loons offshore, and of Whimbrels along the beach, treated us with some nice views.

Other than that, it was a pleasant enough day for birding.  These gulls enjoyed their Dungeness Crab brunch

We Birders searched for quite a while, but ultimately all “dipped” on the Stint.  I returned to the parking lot at Griffiths-Priday State Park, and enjoyed a lunch at the Green Lantern before heading back to Olympia.

Whimbrel

Griffiths-Priday State Park eBird Checklist is Here

The Peregrine Falcon

June 21 - Oh, Shenandoah!

On this longest day of the year, I woke at 6:30 to a partly cloudy 68º morning.  It was blowing a pretty steady wind, so I took my time getting going, hoping that the breeze would lay down a bit.  Vain Hope!  After breakfast, I drove up to the south entrance to Shenandoah National Park, to take the Skyline Drive.  I stopped at the Turk Mountain trail to do a bit of birding and to stretch my legs.

The Turk Mountain Branch tail is not the main trail . . .

I started out down the wrong trail, as I misread the information on the trail marker.

Whorled Coreopsis, C. verticillata

Striped Wintergreen Chimaphila maculata

But, there were plenty of flowers - and at least one wood tick.  So, I dosed my legs with Deep Woods Off and returned to the correct trail, which wends through the oak forest to the top of the mountain.

A 'Ghost Map' for flatlanders to follow the trail . . .

The Turk Mountain trail is easy to moderate, and was quite pleasant with the wind keeping the temperature ameliorated.  Of course, the wind also kept the birds tucked into their cover, but I saw a few.

Eastern Wood Pewee Contopus virens

There were lots of other critters to excite my attention, including the “iron worm” millipede Narceus americanus.  These are lots larger than the millipedes Back West.  I read that they emerge in spring to mate, and then the female lays a single egg in a cup formed from regurgitated food.

Lizards and toads were fairly common all along the trail.

Eastern Fence Lizard Sceloporus undulatus

American Toad Anaxyrus americanaus (Used to be Bufo...)

From the top of the mountain, there were great views of the Shenandoah Valley.

I came back down from the mountain top, 'botanizing', since it was difficult to see birds.

Ghost Pipe Monotropa uniflora has no chlorophyll and parasitizes nearby tree roots

Continuing north along Skyline drive, I saw a few black bears and quite a few deer, all of which rapidly crossed the road without my getting any photos.  I stopped at a number of pullouts for the view, and in the vain hope that I’d hit a lull in the wind.

Indigo Buntings perch and sing even in the strong breeze . . .

At one of the stops, I saw an NPS truck parked, and on the rock was a person with a spotting scope.  Then, I noted the signs that this was a hack site for a Peregrine Falcon restoration project.

Sarah, an intern for the NPS, was monitoring the site, where they had provided food in the form of quail for 6 hacked young falcons.

Ah, to be 20-something again, and a seasonal NPS Intern . . .

While we watched, a flight of Turkey Vultures flew over and a couple dropped to the feeding site.

Sarah left to chase them off, but before she got there, one of the falcons stooped on the ‘buzzards’, who left the vicinity in short order.

I never could get the falcon(s) in the photo . . . but the vulture sure ducked when she stooped on it!

The Peregrine Restoration project has been going for 20 years, and the foster peregrine chicks used for this restoration program come from nests at coastal bridges in Virginia where juvenile peregrine survival has been low due to premature fledging over open water - their nests are often too close to water and there aren’t enough updrafts.

I finished the 105-mile Skyline Drive around 6 p.m., and pulled into the Super 8 in Front Royal.  After checking in, I went to supper at the Main Street Mill restaurant and ordered the scallops, which were OK, but kind of bland - and soft.  I’d seen that there was music at the gazebo in the town square, so went down to listen to it for a bit - 1970s soft rock.  I’d planned to walk over to the Front Royal Brewing Company for a pint to close down the evening, but passed by the Virginia Beer Museum.  I am so Glad I stopped here!!

This place is run by Dave Downes, who I recognized as a Traveling Man by his Widows Sons leathers across his Harley-Davidson.  His establishment is the only museum of a State’s beer, and has 18 beers on tap.  The museum represents the Heritage of Virginia beer, stretching from 1607 to the current craft beer renaissance, and a person can learn the story of Virginia's 400-year history with beer.  I really enjoyed sitting on the front porch with some of the locals, petting the dogs, and relishing a local brew!  If you're in Front Royal, don't miss this place!!

Silver-spotted Skipper Epargyreus clarus on Broadleaf Milkweed Asclepias syriaca

This has been an excellent Litha!

Turk Mountain branch trail eBird Checklist is Here

Turk Mountain trail uphill eBird Checklist is Here

Turk Mountain trail downhill eBird Checklist is Here

Shenandoah Natl. Park Franklin Cliffs eBird Checklist is Here

Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you . . .