This morning in the greenbelt two of the juvenile Cooper’s Hawks were out:
This morning my better half and I headed into the Bear Creek Greenbelt about an hour later than we usually do. We saw three of the four juvenile Cooper’s Hawks. Here’s one in the bramble:
We heard Red-tailed Hawks east of Old Kipling. We walked over and spotted three of them flying from tree to tree–two juveniles loudly calling and one adult emitting the unmistakable Red-tailed Hawk scream.
It wasn’t until I got home and processed pictures that I found out what all the to-do was about:
One particularly busy beaver drew a crowd of onlookers at the pedestrian bridge:
Back in my neighborhood, I saw an American Goldfinch:
For the third morning in a row, we’ve spotted all four juvenile Cooper’s Hawks on our walk with the dog in the Bear Creek Greenbelt. But the dawn’s very early light does not make good pictures. We usually see one or two beavers in the pond north of Bear Creek.
It’s grown much quieter in the greenbelt these days. This afternoon after work when I went walking, the only bird I heard was a Black-capped Chickadee. Yet we have five House Wren nestlings in a bird house in our back yard, and they (not to mention the adults!) make a ruckus. In the greenbelt I saw what are probably the last couple of broods of Mallards in Bear Creek–a mother with six-half grown ducklings, and a mother with seven half-grown ducklings.
As the sky grew dark, threatening rain, I made my way back home along Bear Creek. I came across this Black-crowned Night Heron east of the pedestrian bridge:
The days are getting shorter, and it’s a little darker when we head out to walk the dog in the Bear Creek Greenbelt in the morning. Still, this morning we were able to see a couple of bats flying above the beaver pond by the pedestrian bridge. We saw several wet beaver footprints on the paved trail going from the creek to the pond. At the pond we counted four beavers. A couple of the juvenile Cooper’s Hawks showed up, too, in the trees near the old nest.
A rainstorm blew through in the afternoon. Afterward, I walked in the greenbelt. I saw a Belted Kingfisher, a small flock of Bushtits, a Lesser Goldfinch, and several Broad-tailed Hummingbirds, including this one:
This morning on an early morning jog, before I even left my neighborhood I heard a Great Horned Owl hooting down below in the greenbelt. East of Estes on the Bear Creek Trail I heard one making a plaintive squawk/screech, repeatedly. It was high in a bare tree, calling away. I spotted a second–and silent–Great Horned Owl a short distance away on a bare limb of an otherwise leafy tree. As I continued jogging east on the Bear Creek Trail, an owl flew in front of me and alighted in a stand of trees on the south side of the trail. Mist hung above the field on both sides of the trail. As I approached the lone standing tree on the south side of the trail, another owl swooped over Bear Creek Trail and alighted on one of its branches.
This afternoon my friend in Morrison invited me over to see the male Rufous Hummingbird who had shown up in her yard. He was extremely territorial about a red-glassed nectar feeder, and repeatedly drove away any Broad-tailed Hummingbird who dared land there.
Perhaps because of yesterday’s rain, the water level was a little higher than usual in Bear Creek. A Black-crowned Night Heron made an appearance:
Closer to Yale, a juvenile Red-tailed Hawk was calling loudly for breakfast.
Back at Bear Creek, I saw an adult duck with four ducklings. In size and appearance they looked like the family I saw the other day with seven ducklings. The adult looked like a Mallard, but the ducklings, much darker than the earlier broods this year, looked more like Gadwall ducklings to me. And, oddly for what’s sure to be a dabbling duck, one of the ducklings dived repeatedly and came up with a crawfish. Here it is:
The consensus seems to be that these are all in fact Mallards . . . even though Gadwalls are known to raise young later in the season, after Mallards, and even though at least one pair of Gadwalls has been present in this stretch of Bear Creek this year.
Later in the morning as my better half and I rode past Bear Creek we spotted seven dark ducklings. Now I’m unsure how many broods are currently in Bear Creek, or I don’t know whether there are any Gadwalls, but I’ll keep an eye out and my camera handy.
This morning’s theme in the Bear Creek Greenbelt was hungry juvenile raptors. A juvenile Red-tailed Hawk was calling loudly for breakfast from atop a tree. All four juvenile Cooper’s Hawks made sure they were visible and heard. Here are three:
Later in the morning, while mountain biking through Bear Creek Lake Park, we saw three juvenile Red-tailed Hawks, a juvenile Swainson’s Hawk, and an adult Cooper’s Hawk. We also saw a young mule deer cross Turkey Creek not far from Pelican Point.
This afternoon at a friend’s home in Morrison we were treated to glimpses of this bird:
This morning a fellow walker/nature watcher told my better half and me that she’d just seen eight–eight!–beavers cross Bear Creek Trail, walking from Bear Creek to the pond north of the creek. As we walked down Bear Creek Trail, we came across the beavers’ wet footprints. On the way to the pond, we saw all four juvenile Cooper’s Hawks perched in a tree (not the bramble). One of them flew toward the pond and alighted nearby:
Another walker/nature watcher and I counted three beavers in the pond. Here’s one:
Early this morning as my better half and I were just entering the Bear Creek Greenbelt with the dog, we saw four mule deer bucks. Yesterday on an afternoon bike ride we’d seen three mule deer bucks beside Bear Creek just east of Old Kipling.
This morning after my better half and dog turned to return home, I continued walking for another couple of hours. I walked down to the pond by Stone House. There were lots of swallows, a few Mallards, a few Canada Geese, and a couple of hummingbirds buzzing around, but no Hooded Mergansers. I watched a Belted Kingfisher do some acrobatics above the pond. I walked down Bear Creek all the way to Wadsworth, but didn’t see any Hoodies. I did catch a quick glimpse of another Belted Kingfisher:
When I crossed the pedestrian bridge just west of Wadsworth, I saw a small muskrat swimming in the creek. At the prairie dog field I spotted a male American Kestrel.
I walked back west along the Bear Creek Trail. Along the edge of Bear Creek, I saw several American rubyspot damselflies, including this one:
I also saw an adult female Mallard with three half-grown ducklings working their way upstream. Duckling season is almost over . . . or so I thought.
I arrived at the nesting area of the Cooper’s Hawks in time to see an adult bring in prey for four juveniles, all of them in the dead bramble.
Here’s one of the juveniles moving in on the prey:
The adult flew off, and the prey dropped down into the bramble. The enterprising juvenile scrambled down to retrieve it:
It then flew off, with the prey, toward the stand of trees where the nest is. Two of its siblings followed:
One juvenile stayed behind and called for another meal delivery:
One of the juveniles enjoying the meal in the shade of the stand of trees:
As I was heading back home, crossing Bear Creek for the last time, I was surprised to see–this late in the season–a duck with seven ducklings. The adult looks like a Mallard, but the ducklings put me in mind of Gadwalls rather than Mallards.
And, to my surprise once again, the seventh duckling was enjoying a crawfish meal:
The last look back at Bear Creek before returning home:
Broad-tailed Hummingbird above our back deck: