On January 7, it looked dry enough to make our Grand Ronde raptor run, so we did, and found three Red-shouldered Hawks. Here is one of them, just a few miles from home...
We found this Bald Eagle also just a few miles from home.
In the Willamina area, we found a team of draft horses out for a stroll...
This Red-shouldered Hawk was in the Willamina area where we usually find one or a pair.
This pair of Bald Eagles was hanging out on one of their favorite perches over the Willamina fishing pond, where we ate our lunches. The rain held off until we returned home, when it let loose once again.
On Sunday, January 10, it was again fairly dry (by Western Oregon winter standards). So in the morning, while Johnny was at church, I hiked down to our creek and found this snag that a Pileated Woodpecker had tortured. An amazing amount of wood chips were below it.
This feather was floating in our seasonal pond. I don't know what bird it came from. But most exciting for me when I looked closely at this photo were the little red dots I could see in the water... copepods! I was so afraid our drought last spring and summer had killed them off as I've not been able to see them. But my camera could. Today, the 21st, Johnny and I hiked down to the pond again and found zillions of little black things swimming around plus quite a few tiny red copepods. I'm so glad they're back!
When Johnny came home from church on the 10th, we drove up Agency Creek Rd. to look for Dippers. With high water in the creek, we did not see all the Dippers we usually see. But where there were exposed rocks, there were sometimes Dippers, launching themselves into the icy water to catch underwater prey.
After surveying for Dippers on Agency Creek, we drove up Yoncalla Creek Rd. and hiked into Yoncalla Falls. So beautiful and so energizing.
There were lots of smaller falls along both Yoncalla and Agency creeks. I love waterfalls, even little ones like this.
January 15 was another fairly dry day so we took off for our North Santiam Raptor route. At our lunch stop at Lyons City Park/John Neal Park, Ring-necked Ducks (that have visible ringed bills, not necks) floated in the reflections of trees along the bank.
Snow dusted the hills as we headed west, with no rain until we finished our route back in Salem.
It was wet, though, on the 19th when I drove to Salem to participate in a rally on the Capitol Steps with other birders and lovers of our public lands. We were protesting the armed takeover of Malheur National Wildlife Refuge and declaring our solidarity with the people of Harney County who are being intimidated and threatened by the lawless thugs who have occupied the refuge that belongs to the American people. I decompressed afterwards by eating my lunch at The Narrows at another beloved wildlife refuge, Baskett Slough. All of these public lands are threatened by the militia men in this country who seem to think God intends for them to overthrow the government's laws... forcefully. Wow. An afternoon visiting friend Nancy and her horses and dogs helped me realize there still are some sane and wonderful people in the world, just none in Malheur NWR headquarters right now.
On the 20th, I spent the day with another sane and wonderful person, birder friend Dawn. We ran her Lincoln city raptor route, then drove down to South Beach State Park to look for the Mountain Plover that had been hanging out there with Snowy Plovers. Both were life birds for Dawn and we had no trouble finding them. The drizzle returned as we walked the beach but we found the "cute" plovers easily. Dawn says the way you can tell plovers from other shorebirds is by their cuteness factor. And they really are cute, with their short bills and little round heads. The Mountain Plover was considerably bigger than his even cuter companions, the Snowy Plovers. It was a great day with a fun friend.
|Sanderling left (long bill, not as "cute") with three Snowy Plovers following|
Today, Jan. 21st, Johnny's birthday, is dry and warm. He spent the day working outside on farm projects, as he likes to do. Then we cleared trails in the woods. But what he likes best on his birthday are phone calls from his kids and grandkids and others who love him... simple pleasures in a life lived simply, kindly and well, rain or no rain.