A good day birding yesterday

 

Hanging out at the house we heard there was an elegant trogan within 20 miles of us.  Elegant Trogon; that would be a life-bird.  We’ve looked for them in Southeastern Arizona, where they’re supposed to be, and have always missed.  It’s been on our radar for years.

 

So about noon, off we go to Estero Llano Grande State Park.

 

Estero Llano Grande State Park map

 

For a rare bird like this, you don’t need to go looking for the bird, you go looking for the pack of birders looking for the bird where it was last seen.  We found them up a trail; there were about eight people all looking the same direction where the bird had just been.  Within 20 minutes, the bird appeared again.  We didn’t get extended looks at it, but we got several good glimpses.  Here are the best (and worst) shots I got of it.

 

 

Life Bird!

 

This is a female bird.  I went online and copied a photo of what it looks like when you can see the whole thing.

 

Here is what the male looks like.

 

By then it was only about 2 o’clock, so we decided to go a little farther east and see if there were any wintering geese at Tiocano Lake.

 

Tiocano Lake map

 

You’ll remember Tiocano Lake.  That’s the place where I sent out the pictures of the flooded road where all you could see was the fence line above water.

 

No wintering geese at Tiocano.  We wandered up and down the road.  Roseate Spoonbills.  It was still daylight when we were going to leave; too early to hear rails calling, but I played a clip of a King Rail anyway, just for the heck of it.  A Sora went off with its distinctive call, which then set off a pair of King Rails calling to us from the reeds.  We stood five feet from two rails, that we never saw, listening to them chuckle and chortle.  Year Bird.

 

It was a good day birding.

 

We heard a strange sound

 

We heard a strange sound last night about 9 o’clock.  It was loud.  Couldn’t place it.  We went outside.  It seemed to be coming from the agricultural field across the fence on the north side of the park.  Something like maybe a hot air balloon flame on steroids; a jet engine; maybe firing up giant crop heaters for the impending cold weather.  None of those explanation made sense though.  Asked around.  Found out.

 

There is a dragstrip three and a half air miles from here.  Sometimes we hear them running on Saturday nights.  This Saturday night, last night, was different.  What we were hearing was a jet engine; more specifically three jet engines attached to a semi-truck called Shockwave.  36,000 horsepower.

 

It made two exhibition runs.  It would have looked something like this video I found on YouTube:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNBEO4udS58

 

It was exciting, even from here, not knowing what it was.

 

La Sal Vieja

 

Old Salt.

 

La Sal Vieja Map

 

Another of the salt lakes.

 

The trailhead.

 

A Harris’s Hawk to welcome me.

 

Engulfed in the chortling calls of sandhill cranes in flight.

 

 

A walk up the trail.

 

 

 

 

 

A small pond on the way.

 

 

A morning vulture liftoff.

 

 

The approach to the lake.

 

 

And the view.

 

 

A look back.

 

Salt harvesting equipment decaying in neglect.

 

 

This is my second trip here recently.  It turns out we have a salt scientist among our friends.  (Yes, that really is a thing.)  I made a trip here to collect a sample, but it didn’t turn out like I wanted.  I didn’t have the right tools, and the hard crusty sample I collected came with a lot of dirt and debris attached.

 

So this time I returned with more sophisticated scientific equipment.

 

And was able to scrape off a top layer of salt to collect a much cleaner sample.