Sunday was the annual Christmas Bird Count, and we had unusually
good weather for it: sunny, windless, not too cold.
It started with a bang at Overlook Park when a bunch of starlings flew
over ... followed by a small falcon. I'm not good at identifying falcons
because I see them so seldom, but fortunately I was with an experienced
birder who sees merlins at her house and confidently IDed this one.
A life bird for me (I'm sure I've seen them, but never been sure
enough of the ID to count one), and also a bird that was on the list
of birds to watch for since they hadn't been seen so far during the
count week.
My Miata blew a radiator hose and dumped out all its coolant,
so I needed to do a radiator flush and fill.
Turns out that's kind of a nasty job on an NB (second-gen) Miata.
The radiator drain plug is accessed through a hole in the tray under
the engine. Once you get it loose enough that coolant has started to
drip out, if the screwdriver slips, it's impossible to get it back on
without getting coolant all over the screwdriver, flashlight, your
arm, your face and hair, etc. And once you do manage to loosen it
enough, it pops out,
sending coolant gushing everywhere onto the engine undertray,
from which it comes out the back and sides and it's impossible to
catch it all in a drain pan.
So that left me with quite a mess to clean up afterward. I started by
pouring the used coolant into a container with a secure cap: I've
always heard warnings about how kids and pets will try to drink
the poisonous stuff because it tastes and smells sweet.
We don't have kids or pets, but there are plenty of wild critters
and we want them to stay healthy too.
On a mountain bike ride on the White Rock Canyon Rim trail yesterday,
we stopped at one of the overlooks to admire the view, and turned to
see three bighorn sheep crossing the trail behind us.
Last week Craig Martin led a tree and shrub identification walk for PEEC
around Kinnikinnick (yes, I had to look up the spelling) Park
in Los Alamos.
It was a very welcome addition to the summer flower walks that Craig and
Chick Keller have led in the past. Nothing wrong with flowers, but I get
curious about the non-flowering plants I see around me. I guess I'm
not the only one who feels that way, because the walk was very well
attended despite the mud and snow.
And it was fabulous. I scribbled notes as I could, but I'm sure they
won't make any sense to me a week from now, let alone a year.
Hence this writeup.
A couple of years ago, while hiking up Frijoles Canyon in Bandelier we
came across some hikers one of whom carried a huge boxy backpack with
a sheet over it.
We asked about it, and it turned out they were carrying a pair of
beavers for release.
Like many places in the western US, Frijoles Creek used to have quite
a population of beavers, but they were all wiped out for one reason
or another. Now, park officials are trying to repopulate them.
It looks like it's working. We had heard rumours of beaver dams and
beaver ponds, and about a month ago we hiked up Frijoles Canyon to
see what beaver evidence we could see.
It's been hot this week, but most of the spring was lovely.
We went for a quick hike to Tyuyoni Overlook a week ago.
There was a virtuoso mockingbird singing his heart out near the amphitheatre.
Mockingbirds aren't at all common here, so in case it might be a thrasher
or something else, I fired up Merlin on my phone. Merlin agreed with
my ID of the mockingbird; but I left it running for a few minutes,
during which it identified lots of other birds (the mockingbird
was the only one singing):
Woodhouse's scrub jay, piñon jay, mountain bluebird, chipping
sparrow, Cassin's kingbird, and ... Virginia rail! Fun.
I sure hope he sticks around and finds a mate. Global warming
is scary, but if it brings mockingbirds here, that would at least be
a small up side.
Here's the view from the overlook, looking down into Frijoles canyon
toward the ancestral puebloan ruins called Tyuyoni. Visible on the left
is the Frey trail ascending up the mesa to join with the Tyuyoni Overlook
trail. Tip: now that the shuttle buses are running again, a great
hike is to take the shuttle to the Visitor's Center, hike up the Frey
trail and catch the shuttle from there back to White Rock. Or, if you
prefer to go downhill, you can do it in the other direction.
Great views, either way.
This is the first of two baby fence lizards that got into the house in
the last few weeks. I guess I can't really blame them: it's getting
cold outside, even for an endotherm.
It's funny how we always start seeing lots of baby lizards when the weather
seems like it's getting too cold for reptiles to be out and about.
Maybe the little ones just haven't learned yet that they should find a nice
burrow to wait out the winter.
We usually capture spiders and crickets in the house with a cup and
card, and escort them outside.
But lizards are a lot harder to capture than spiders.
Even with cooperative hunting — Dave holds the cup and sneaks up
on the lizard while I try to herd the lizard toward him —
lizards are fast, and there are so many possible hiding places.
This lizard didn't duck under the cabinets, the hole you can see in
the photo. Instead it went the other direction and dove into the
heater vent. We pulled the vent cover and left a little ramp so the
lizard could get back up easily; later in the day, we found it, caught
it and escorted it outside. As we did the second lizard (assuming it
was a different one), a few days later.