Nov 11 2015
Nov 01 2015
With the weather cooling off I thought I’d take a look at a Springtime photo. Here is a busy little nuthatch with plum blossoms in the background.
Oct 15 2015
About a dozen of these busy bodies have descended upon my yard. They come and they go until it is hard to get an accurate count on them. They seldom stay in one place any length of time. They are greedy little beggars. It seems nice to see them when they first arrive but they soon wear out their welcome. They gorge their gullets with birdseed then fly off to stash it somewhere and come back for more. I hang a cake of suet in a wire mesh feeder on the clothes line and the jays deplete it in less than two days. Local people often call this bird a blue jay. The true Blue Jay is an eastern relative of this Steller’s Jay with a different color pattern and a lighter shade of blue.
Oct 11 2015
After several years of absence the Evening Grosbeak have again shown up at my feeders. Up to a dozen of these hardy birds visit nearly every day. They get their name from the oversized beak. One of these birds bit my finger once few years back and it felt like I was being pinched with a pair of needle-nosed plyers.
Oct 08 2015
October 3 was my mom’s birthday. Elin Lingensjo was born October 3, 1885 to John and Karin Modine Lingensjo. She passed away January 1934 at her sister Anna’s house in Walla Walla, Washington after a series of strokes. This is her 130th birthday. Mom was a wonderful lady. I often wonder how different my life would have been had she lived a longer life. I had not yet reached my eleventh birthday when she passed away.
Sep 22 2015
This bench is provided by the Southwestern Idaho Birders Association in memory of Hilda Larson at the Deer Flat National Wildlife Refuge. Hilda was an honored member of that organization and was loved by all.
Sep 14 2015
Here are some of my girls. Niece Barbra on the left, daughter Pat on the right, me in the middle and great-granddaughter Finley lower middle. They dropped in for a visit the other day. We need to get together more often.
Sep 07 2015
Kris and I were on the way to Prairie to check nest boxes. We stopped at Neil Bridge on the South Fork of the Boise River to view a Lewis’ Woodpecker nest. We spotted the bird in a pine snag next to its nest cavity. Then for no apparent reason this bird flew down near our car and perched on a stump about 20 feet away and posed for the above photo. Now why didn’t it do this when I led a fieldtrip by here a couple of weeks previously?
Sep 03 2015
Monitoring nest boxes is a delightful hobby. What will you find when you open a box? Will it be the expected bluebird nest with five sky blue eggs or maybe a brood of half grown nestlings nestled tightly in their warm grass nest? The anticipation of what I may find in the next box keeps me going. There are pleasant rewards outside the nest box too. The short walk from the car to the nest box may yield another unexpected surprise. A whirr of wings when a brooding female erupts from a shrub next to you, interrupts your chain of thought, you pause to search for her point of departure. In the case of the photo above, I found this grass nest a few inches above the ground hidden in a large forb. A beautiful nest with four blue speckled eggs. I had interrupted an incubating female Brewer’s Sparrow. I was happy with this discovery but also a little sorry that I had interrupted this expectant mother in her duties.
May 15 2015
If it wasn’t for the shape of this bird it would be hard to find. It’s color and markings blend in pretty well with the background of the rocks in the wall.