Part 1. Chickadees.
Let's begin with the chickadees that are nesting in my front yard. I was super psyched when I noticed they had returned and were spending their days dragging moss and dog hair into the house they used last year.
They were busy for awhile, then a few weeks ago I realized I wasn't seeing them near the house as much. I thought maybe the House Sparrows had been too annoying for them or they found a better house somewhere else. Last week I came home from work and found the house on the ground. Assuming they had abandoned it anyway I opened the side door to see what was going on.
Oh! I guess they did not abandon it after all. I quickly rehung the house and the parents returned immediately to check on their babies. Since then I have seen them delivering food every day to these little turkeys.
Using Julie Zickefoose's Baby Birds as a reference I believe the nestlings were four days old when the house fell on the ground, so it should be another week before they fledge. Fingers crossed!
Side note: I didn't think I was much interested in that Baby Birds book, but we had it at work and I kept getting sucked in so I finally just bought it yesterday. The artwork is great of course, but the story-telling is even better.
Part 2. Deer
This weekend Audrey and I had plans to hike around Larch Mountain in search of grouse and Hermit Warblers and all those fun mountain birds. On the drive up we made it as far as milepost 4 when a deer appeared in the road and I hit it. This was not a good start to a day.
We got out to see what the deer did and found it had crawled into some blackberries, unable to walk but still breathing. Ughhhhhhhhhhh. It was 5:45 a.m. on a Saturday and it took us a bit to figure out who to call. Eventually I called non-emergency and they were very helpful and said they would send a deputy out.
While we waited we looked at the car damage, watched Warbling Vireos and White-crowned Sparrows, listened to Band-tailed Pigeons, and hoped the deputy was actually going to show up.
Finally a sheriff from Troutdale who looked, as Audrey commented, like a Ken doll, arrived. He checked out the deer, said he would have to shoot it, and asked us to leave before he did. As we drove down the road I heard the shot. RIP, deer.
Audrey suggested doing something to honor the deer, which I thought was a nice idea, and so I made a donation to Oregon Wild in its memory.
With all this bad luck on Larch Mountain we decided to change plans and go bird the Sandy River Delta instead.
We barely made it to the meadow when a German shepherd charged at us barking like it wanted to kill us. Its owner appeared and called it back, then it did it again. Ugh. This day was stressful enough without dogs trying to eat us.
Things calmed down and we walked out to the flooded area, rerouted through the trees to another trail, stopping to admire orioles and warblers and buntings and hummingbirds and all that. At one point we stopped at a random spot and I lifted my bins to look at an even more random shrub. A little bit of peachy orange caught my eye. Was it a robin on a nest? A grosbeak?
There was a little animal trail nearby that we thought might offer a better view.
Holy shit. We just stumbled upon a young Northern Saw-whet Owl in an extremely popular park. So many questions like is this post-breeding dispersal or did they actually nest in a cottonwood forest with no conifers in sight? It seems very unlikely that they would nest here with all the dogs and humans.
I returned a couple days later and found no evidence of this owl. I think we got really lucky that morning. After the owl we kept birding and finally found a Yellow-breasted Chat wayyyy out in the distance and tons of more accommodating Lazuli Buntings.
What a weird day that was.
Part 3. Beach.
Last Friday Jacob and I headed to the coast to hopefully find some Red Phalaropes in breeding plumage as had been reported a couple days earlier. We hit up Sunset Beach and Fort Stevens where there were no phalaropes anywhere. Oh well. We had other fun stuff.
Jacob spotted this Parasitic Jaeger way out over the ocean:
That's about it! Good times!