Rather than wait for things to get any worse I decided to scoot out to my special place this afternoon to get centered and happy and all that.
This is not the ideal time to visit the SJWA. The wildlife area is dry, most of the ponds are gone, I knew from my last visit that birds were few.
I think somebody heard or saw a sora recently, might have been Tony Metcalfe.
Honest, I didn't really care if I saw anything, frankly it is one of my favorite places to personally regroup.
I drove up the dusty road, stopped at the familiar spot to stick the monster lens on the camera. Kept looking to the side of the road to see if I could catch the burrowing owl again, I could not. Maybe next time, at least there was a first time.
Pretty deadsville. I decided to drive out towards the Walker Ponds, last time they were closed off.
Caught a bunch of very cute ruddy ducks cavorting.
I saw a lot of egrets, greater and snowy. An ibis or two. Hard to tell the glossy ibis apart from the white faced at this stage, the eye color is different, but this one is probably the latter.
I like to think that the birds accept me and don't feel threatened but sometimes I get the weird feeling that I literally scare the shit out of them.
Like most raptors, the male peregrine falcon is about a third smaller than the female. In addition there is a white stripe area above the yellow beak called a cere.
Only females have this cere.
The black face patches are called malar stripes.
A group of falcons is called a cast.
I could watch these lovely creatures all day long.
A few minutes later I caught the red tailed hawk below soaring.
My earlier osprey was now in silhouette back on the tall dead tree.
Birding is good medicine for what ails you.