I participated
in the Atascosa Highlands Christmas Bird Count yesterday. It was a blissful
13-hours of reconnecting with one of my favorite places to bird in the US. You
might know that I was compiler for this CBC for the five years from 2008 to
2012. The compiler is now Jake Mohlmann, but this year he was out of the
country during the whole season, so John Yerger filled in as he did for me in
2011.
As in past
years, I camped the night before in order to get some sleep and do early
morning owling. I borrowed my friend Keith’s car and departed home less than 19
hours after I had returned home from Oaxaca. Here's a screen grab of Google Earth showing the Atascosa Highlands CBC circle and the route that I hiked.
It had
rained about 1/2 inch that day, so small sections of some roads were a bit
slippery, but it created a layer of that horrible gumbo-type mud that quickly
packs into tire tread, reducing traction to a physics-defying lack of friction.
So I chose a camping spot before I became hopelessly trapped on the side road
into Papago Tanks, and with my condensed breath freezing into tiny droplets on my
tent walls I managed 6 1/2 hours of sleep in my toasty sleeping bag before my 3:00 a.m. alarm (I think I
dreamt a screech of a Barn Owl sometime after midnight.)
I walked 1
1/2 miles on foot, getting just one Western Screech-Owl, then just like last
year was met by Bill Lisowsky to continue owling for another 2 1/2 hours. We
heard two more Western Screech, one Whiskered Screech, and two Great Horneds
before it got too light. Bill dropped me off at the edge of the area I was to
cover, Arivaca Lake and Chimney Canyon, and I soon met up with my neighbor and
landlord Paul Sheppard for a paddle around Arivaca Lake.
It was cold,
but calm with dry air, so the rock bottom temperature of 27°F (-3.33°C) began
to rebound quickly after sunrise, and we had a beautiful and mostly peaceful
ride up the several arms of the reservoir. This Great Egret changed perches as it moved around the lake in the direction we covered it.
This
landscape of eroded welded tuff is usually home to Rock Wren, but their numbers
might be down this year. I missed it entirely this day, which seems strange for
a CBC that gets the national high every year with no close contenders.
We got out
and birded below the dam where we got this House Wren, from its call and pale
plumage a northern bird here for the winter.
We got out
at the Cedar Canyon inlet (the largest drainage feeding into the reservoir),
where this wet grass delta would seem to be the ideal place for a megararity
(sparrow, shorebird).
Maybe next
year. All we found this time was a huge number of Savannah Sparrows – I
estimated 75, which is more than the total number this entire count usually
gets.
Paul’s
ability to steer the canoe was impressive, and he spotted all the
non-vocalizing birds before I did. I’m an ear birder to a fault.
As Paul
departed, I commenced my hike up Chimney Canyon to return to Keith’s car on the
road to Papago Tanks, and the first bird I looked at as the canoe disappeared
was a Lazuli Bunting, the only one for the count. It was an easy hike, which
might be 3 1/2 miles if done as a direct route (much on a dirt road). It began
at 3800 feet in elevation and ended at 4045 feet, so it was nearly flat. But I
turned it into 6 1/2 miles by bouncing back and forth across the broad
drainage, venturing up into the hillsides a few times to check some patches of
oak woodland. Here's a closeup of my zigzagging track.
Early on the
wash was dry and broad. In this dry grass I flushed a sparrow.
I was
pleased to nail it as a Grasshopper Sparrow, normally found only in the far
eastern edge of the circle where there are some large, flat grassy areas where
the species is a resident.
Chipping
Sparrow on the other hand is an abundant winter visitor in the region. They are
very adaptable, moving to areas where their preferred grass is in seed, so some
areas of the circle had very few while I had a lot – 339 was my estimate.
Bewick's
Wrens were evenly spread throughout my area, and I tallied a total of 41.
As I worked
up the canyon, concentrations of oaks increased.
I was surprised to flush a Woodhouse's
Scrub-Jay, and with playback discovered that there were four in this group.
How each bird
species chooses its ideal habitat is unique to itself, combining many factors which
may include the climate as well as features of the plant community and physical
landscape (such as elevation, soil type, slope, and aspect). Crissal Thrasher
has a one of the most curious matrices of habitat choice factors for a
non-migratory bird, obvious if you look at a precise range map of its occurrence. Any biologist
intricately familiar with their needs in the Salton Sea area (flat and below
sea level) would be baffled by their presence in this topography, elevation,
and mix of plant species. My guess is that the shape and distribution of shrubs
are crucial factors.
As I worked
my way up Chimney Canyon it became narrower, and water from the recent rains
was apparent.
Gray
Flycatchers became more obvious as I worked my way up, and I tallied 12 for the
day.
One open
grassy area hosted a small group of Western Meadowlarks, which I identified
based on the yellow intruding into the malar feather tract.
My biggest surprise was a pair of Black-capped Gnatcatchers, as this canyon does
not have the plant density and diversity as other areas in SE Arizona that host
this Mexican species. I managed to get recordings of the calls as well as perhaps
the best photos I’ve gotten of this species in Arizona.
Much more
widespread in Arizona but not very common in this area were Black-tailed Gnatcatchers.
Note the shorter bill and the more pronounced black brow in the male’s winter
plumage. The outer two pairs of tail feathers aren’t completely white either, and the voice was clearly
different.
Farther up
the canyon, the north slopes of side drainages were covered in oaks – Emory and
Mexican Blue Oaks.
Here near
the end of my hike I finally found a couple groups of Bridled Titmouses.
I had two Hepatic
Tanagers here as well.
Red-naped
Sapsuckers winter here in their greatest density in the U.S., but only where
there are lots of Emory Oaks. I found a total of 8.
Townsend's
Solitaire needs the fruits of Juniperus
coahuilensis, Redberry Juniper, which is common in this part of the circle.
Also feeding
on the juniper but preferring the mistletoe in ash trees were these Western
Bluebirds, a female and a male.
I finished
the day with 77 species.
Great pictures!
ReplyDeleteGreat pics Rich and a great day as always. No rock wrens here either. Sounds like I need to get up earlier for screech owls--just 4 GHOW.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brett! I think the screech-owls were just very quiet this time – maybe they needed to hunt instead of sing after that weather passed through. I'm very curious how many Rock Wrens were tallied in total.
DeleteWonderful natural history notes and route description. Lovely photos.
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