Thursday, November 10, 2022

Trail walk and Moon eclipse

A week of mild weather has  encouraged outside activity. The trees have lost most of their leaves and the understory in the adjacent woodlands is carpeted by dry leaves bathed in dappled sunlight. 

News of a population explosion of northern finches raises our hope of seeing them locally. There have been several visits by Purple Finches. On October 28 this female posed nicely:


Then, on the first of November a group of  4-6 briefly appeared in the back yard. I missed a photo opportunity when a beautiful male briefly landed on the fence, but flew away the instant I reached for my camera. They spent most of their time in the tree tops and did not visit the feeders. 

My photos were soft because of the distance and lighting challenges.   

Male Purple Finch:

Female and male pair:


A few White-throated Sparrows have appeared. There are two morphs, with either white or tan eye stripes. The white-striped individuals also tend to have more intense gray cheeks and upper breast, while the tan-striped birds have a less contrasting face and chest pattern and usually stronger streaking on breast and flanks. Interestingly, members of one morph, whether male or female, usually mate with one of the opposite morph. When I was a kid birder the consensus was that those with dull tan stripes were immature birds. 

This is a white-striped individual...

...while this one has the tan eye stripe:

For some reason, Northern Cardinals have been rather scarce lately, but this past two weeks we have been seeing them regularly:

A Ruby-crowned Kinglet was difficult to find as it searched for insects among the leaves. The red feathers on its head distinguishes it as a male:


It briefly flew into full view:



MaryLou and I, along with our granddaughter Graci, took a delightful walk along the Longo Trail which passes by our back yard. This was first time I attempted to negotiate this trail, as it must be accessed by bush-whacking from the top of the cliff in back of the house through brush and boulders down a steep grade, descending about 100 feet/30 m of elevation over a course of about 120 feet/37 m (average 33 degrees of slope). The fence at the top of the cliff marks the edge of the back lawn.

Our home was barely visible when we reached the trail:

This is a crop of the above photo to show the view of the big house "La Casona:" 

Graci was our trail-blazer as we threaded our way down between boulders and deadfalls. Once we set foot on the trail we found it to be quite level and well-maintained. The route was usually obvious and marked by yellow blazes, but the actual track was deeply covered by fallen leaves which hid some pits and rocks. 

The mixed hardwood forest understory was quite open. Oaks and scattered birch trees exhibited rich autumn color:


A few days earlier I watched a younger White-tailed doe lick wounds on the face, neck and shoulders of another, possibly her mother, who also had some lacerations on her hind quarters. None were bleeding and may have been several days old. Coyotes or a Black Bear may have inflicted the injuries. The injured deer was grazing and moving about, but I have not seen her since:



On October 23 there was an odd and dazzling sunset, as concentric circular cloud layers appeared to surround the sun just before it disappeared:

By late October, brown had become the dominant color along the lake:

We enjoyed clear skies for the total eclipse of the Beaver Moon on Tuesday morning, November 8th. I captured this sequence from 4:10 AM until the sky brightened up as the Moon disappeared into the morning haze at 5:47 AM. Canon 90D Lens EF300mm f/4L IS USM +1.4x, [420 mm system] Handheld

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Thursday, November 3, 2022

Crops & Clips: Flashback to November, 2019 - #1035

As I do each month, I enjoy looking back over my archived photos, taken three years previously, to remember how things were then as contrasted with events this year at our new home in Connecticut. As usual, I searched for images which reflected favorite memes: critters of all kinds (especially birds and butterflies), skies and clouds, reflections, flowers and scenes which speak for themselves. 

My archives contain 471 photos processed in a month that featured mostly favorable skies and good light in our local south Florida Wounded Wetlands. The month started with great views of two small falcon species which competed for space atop a favored tree:

The Merlin spread its tail feathers and stretched a wing:


Not to be outdone, the American Kestrel displayed in turn:




A lucky shot as a Sharp-shinned Hawk attacked the larger Red-shouldered Hawk:

High amid the fruits of a Royal Palm, a southbound Rose-breasted Grosbeak was a colorful visitor: 

The Royal Palm can grow to 50-100 feet. It has separate male and female flowers. In this specimen the spent white male flowers are to the front and the female flowers and fruits are behind to the left:

Blue-gray Gnatcatcher forages for insects in the fruit cluster of a Royal Palm:

The fruit of Brazilian Pepper is attractive to this Northern Mockingbird:

Blue-headed Vireos are fairly common all winter:

A Great Egret cast a nice reflection:

Two male Boat-tailed Grackles shared a flooded rock:

A White-tailed Deer doe posed nicely with her yearling fawn:

This male Ruby-throated Hummingbird was one of the few hummers to visit our feeder:

A distant Coyote stared me down:

The yellow eyes of a Brown Thrasher stood out:

Among the warblers were an American Redstart...

...Yellow-throated Warbler..


Palm Warbler...

...and Prairie Warbler:

The Bald Eagles had finished building their nest and were copulating:

This Julia heliconian female is a beautiful fresh specimen. Its wings will soon be tattered and torn by courting males:

Julia heliconian male:

Their undersides (here, those of a male) can resemble dried leaves:

Back yard sunrise:

The last morning I saw the Beaver Moon was on November 25, rising low on the horizon as a very old waning crescent:

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