Roseate Spoonbills on Big Slough

Roseate Spoonbills on Big Slough
Roseate Spoonbills on Big Slough

Sunday, July 12, 2015

The Morning Nothing Happened

Friday, July 10, 2015

Today cattle were supposed to be driven onto the refuge, into the pastures where we need them to graze back invasive grasses.  I got up, got dressed, grabbed some coffee and was off to get all the openings in our fences roped shut so the cows would stay on the road. Then I hurried a little out of town because I planned to get some dramatic pictures of the cows. I waded through hip high wet grass to various locations, to make sure I had the perfect spot.  Then I waited, and waited, and waited. I talked to a local who had come out to see the cattle drive, walked up the road and finally saw them a LONG way off.  But they looked like they weren't moving.

Finally I heard they wouldn't be here until around 10:00 - we did the final preparations at 6:00 A.M. I was hungry and decided I had time to walk back to my trailer and make breakfast.  I soon set off again with more coffee, and walked way up the road  only to find they were still in the same place, over a mile away.  I sat down on a rock in front of a post to wait for their arrival.

About a half hour later, Volunteer Jim came by. He said the owners had decided to hold the cattle up until tomorrow because they had calves way behind the main herd. And the herd had gotten into a belly high grass pasture and were not inclined to move.

So I came back and picked up my van and starting finishing my Thursday work.  We had a long afternoon of rain, and when I tried to get back to surveying bluebird boxes, the edge of the road fell out under me and I was left stuck in the mud.  I walked back home - I was only a little over a mile away - and then Jim saw my van and came to get me up and WE got it out.  I helped pull out the winch and held the winch to the chain to keep tension on it while Jim took up the slack.  He did the dirty work of crawling around in the mud to get the chain hooked to the car.  What a guy!

Since I can't sit still and since, whenever I have my camera around my neck, I see lots of pictures, I ended up taking over one hundred, while doing nothing, starting with our sunrise.

Here are a few of my favorites from this morning.


We had a red sky and then lots of clouds and threatened showers - none hit us

A pair of house wrens were singing from on their house and nearby

This was to be the place where I planned to catch the first cows coming over the hill
 - maybe tomorrow

I was across the street from this old school house, now a private residence
so finally got around to taking its picture


While watching the cows too far away to photograph, I got my best picture so far of a
northern red-shafted flicker male who stayed just across the road from me - this is almost uncropped

And also of a juvenile northern flicker

The mix of clouds and sun made beautiful landscapes - and the same landscape changed every few minutes. 

Canada thistle, a noxious weed here in Montana

Think this is a senecio

Prickly rose - they grow all over around here

And their hips are enormous - I'll have to see how they taste. 

But I don't want to leave you without cattle pictures.  I passed the cattle we expected, currently being kept in a pasture without fences by their minders.


Here are a few of our soon-to-be-visiting cattle with one of their tenders.
They use both ATV's and horses to herd them. 

After the no-show for the cattle drive, I started my bluebird surveys,  than helped  with fencing that  an afternoon of rain had postponed. So today I had some boxes on each end of my route to do. I finished the last box to the west and decided to NOT try to turn around in the road, like I usually do, but to be cautious and go up to the next driveway.  I found these cattle grazing - they were new to me - and I loved the look of them against the beautiful background. But as soon as I stopped, they all rushed up to the fence and looked at me as if to say, "Can we go back home now?".  They are yearlings and want to go back to their mothers.


Cows coming to the cow whisperer

I can't imagine a better place to hang out and wait for four hours.  One absolutely cannot get bored here. 

I'll be heading out to Yellowstone National Park for three days of hiking, driving, camping and hanging out in my hammock. But I have a blog ready for Wednesday on the cattle drive.


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

This Golden Summer

I am so in love with the wildflowers here.  New species are coming into bloom as the earlier ones go to seed.  The landscape is getting every more golden.  The grasses are also contributing to the color change as the early grasses are finishing their life cycle and going dormant - usually in a gold to reddish color.

And I think golden is also the way I feel about this summer.  I'm getting to spend most of my work time out of doors and get to see into the lives of many different animals.  And I have had  wonderful relationships with several of the other volunteers as we worked together on various jobs. Dick, a volunteer that  just leaving, even started me on fly fishing.  And Jim is teaching me to put up and repair all kinds of fences.

Spring was just starting when I got here.  Dandelions were about all I saw blooming, except for the willows which bloom ahead of new leaf production.


Dandelions are usually the first plants bumblebees have for food and form fields of yellow


Willow blooms  are very enticing to bees and other pollinators

Spring seems to have flowers of easter egg colors.  But the iris, sticky geraniums, and lupines are finishing up now and more and more of the flowers are yellow.



A late spring wildflower view


Now most of the blooming flowers are yellow

Not sure what this is


Lanceleaf stonecrop occurs in patches in rocky soils 


A closer view of the stonecrop flowers


False dandelion, or flatweed, I think. It comes in as dandelion goes out and is also edible


Not sure what this is 

Although there are still lots of sticky geraniums about but these yellow
composites are dominating the landscape


Cinquefoil - think this is the non-native sulfur cinquefoil


This plant family is named for their five petals


Brown-eyed Susan?

Senecio?

A closer look

It seems strange to me that I'm seeing yellow paintbrush bloom at the same time that goldenrod is starting to flower. I'm used to seeing paintbrush in the spring and goldenrod in the fall.  I didn't get around to taking pictures of the yellow paintbrush and then it rained and I can't get back to it until the roads dry. 


Goldenrod

On the personal front, I'm kind of tired both from working several long days and having two party evenings, for which I had to bring food. I also had a friend visit who camped out, but came and ate meals with me. I also took him on a tour of part of the refuge.  

I plan to work all this week, as well as Saturday and then take off four days to go to Yellowstone.  I may be quite spotty on blogs since I have two groups of friends coming.  But I'll have lots of fun stuff to share with you, starting with a cattle drive to the Refuge this Friday that will come straight down our road, through town,  until they get to the meadow they will be grazing on. Jim and I spent about an hour "proofing" one of the fences.  We cut too tall grass and whacked down the willows and other shrubs that were touching it so it would carry a current. We also made sure the fence was fastened to each post correctly. 


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The Lives of Tree Swallows

 The refuge has been collecting data on bluebirds from a 50 box trail.  It is to study mountain bluebirds but we also keep track of what other species use the boxes.

The two other species that use the boxes here are tree swallows and house wrens.  Tree swallows are considered "bad" by many people because they compete heavily with the mountain bluebirds for the boxes.  But I love watching them and seeing how beautifully they decorate their nests. And they are of greater conservation concern  then are bluebirds, so we do need to be providing nest boxes for them.

The pair from box 19E - taken last year but one of my favorite pictures

The bluebirds got here before I did,  and my first assignment was to do my first survey, and repair/replace any boxes that were damaged.  We have a big mountain that shadows the eastern part of the trail so the first nests are always in the far western boxes.

The tree swallows arrived just after I did and immediately started competing for boxes. In a few cases, they actually moved bluebirds out of the boxes, and just added a few feathers to the bluebirds nests.  But mostly they didn't have much luck taking nests away from the bluebirds.  If you didn't see it, check out my blog on the house wars I photographed.


This box was started by mountain bluebirds, then four tree swallows displaced them.

Female tree swallows frequently sit in the nest box like this before they have even built a nest and also while they are just laying eggs. This one just snuck into a box used by mountain bluebirds and ultimately kept it.

But while the mountain bluebirds are all almost finished with their first clutches, the tree swallows are just settling down for nesting. The first two earliest nesters each had one-day-old nestlings on my last check, almost a week ago.  The rest are still either building a nest or laying their clutch.  I have seen bigger clutches then I remember from last year - there have been a couple of nests with eight eggs in them.  Imagine having to find food for eight babies!

Only the female builds the nest but the male is usually very attentive

Tree Swallows often have nest attendants. At the beginning of the season, I sometimes saw four tree swallows flying around one nest and tormenting the bluebirds. I was interested to know if these attendants were helpers and would bring food to the nestlings. Apparently they do not, but rather steal food from the nestlings, if they can, according to one paper I found. But they do help intimidate the bluebirds.


The females are sometimes in the box while egg laying is going on but don't start incubating until the next to last egg is laid.  And sometimes, if the weather turns cold, they postpone incubation a little longer.

Tree swallows do return to the same nests year after year.  Last year, when I was entering my data, I noticed that some boxes are traditionally either bluebird boxes or tree swallow boxes while others seem to switch back and forth. I'm certain that the occupants of my box 19E are the same birds that were there last year because they built a super beautiful nest both years and laid their eggs early and had babies earlier than most other swallows did.

Both parents develop brood patches and help incubate the young.  The birds catch most of their prey on the wing - and most is really small, including flies, leafhoppers, bees, wasps, and dragonflies and beetles. . They pack 19 to 34 of these tiny insects into a bolus which is about the size of a BB. One nestling gets one bolus. Since they catch most of their prey on the wing, they  may not be able to find food if the weather turns cold and wet.


The eggs can be white like these or pink like the one in the previous picture. A clutch usually consists of 4 - 6 eggs but a few of my boxes have eight eggs.


Hatch day with one baby showing. I didn't try to count babies this time. 


Hatch day at box 19E last Thursday- how many babies can you count?


These birds are about nine days old - taken last year. 

Tree swallows usually fledge between days 19 and 22, depending on how well they were fed during the nesting period. They have non-iridescent feathers for a few months after they fledge, then start to look like their parents, but with more brown.  I usually don't get to see much of them after they fledge. 

On the personal front, I am getting to go out with Jim and check on water and work on fences. Very fun and gets me into places I can't get in a car.  We were in a mule today.  I'm also spending time entering data from field cameras that are measuring the height of water upstream and downstream of beaver dams.  We'll correlate that with the success of grayling to get upstream over them.  That is not as much fun.  

I'm also trying to finish getting my garden planted and have seeds and seedlings all over the place, waiting to get into the ground.  But my latest garden patch now has 12 wheelbarrow loads of dirt taken from dredging a  boat put-in from lower lake plus composted horse manure mixed with dirt, so it should grow some big plants. 

And we are winding up to have the Rally in the Valley with at least 40 off-refuge adults and accompanying children and dogs. This is in addition to maybe 25 - 30 on refuge adults. We'll be partying Friday and Saturday. I  also will have a friend arriving soon after this blog publishes.  It's going to be a wild weekend here.

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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Hike on Odell Creek Trail

June 14, 2015

We have  two hiking trails on the refuge, Sparrow Trail and Odell Creek Trail.  Sparrow trail is a good place to go look for moose and elk, but is a short walk through a flat meadow.   Odell Creek takes you off the refuge and eventually connects you up to the Continental Divide Trail, after you connect to a couple of other trails. It's supposed to be only five miles up to the lake, but I still haven't proved that.

The trail certainly doesn't look like much at the beginning.  In fact, I never actually found the trail at first, since I thought the sign was pointing to the trail. and it starts against the fence to private land. But as you go further along, the trail becomes very easy to see.

The trail has a lot of ups and downs, but not a lot of total elevation change.

It starts in a meadow, passes through an aspen grove and soon is in the conifers.


Wild Iris

Aspen grove near beginning of trail

The bark of one aspen looked like lips


Uinta chipmunk eating a dandelion - the only wild mammal I saw


Most of the trail is through conifers

The trail crosses several little creeks and eventually crosses Odell Creek on the way to Odell Lake.  The smallest streams have bridges over them, but the bigger crossings require rock hopping, wading, log walking.


One of the smaller streams


I don't know this flower


This was the first Stellar's jay I've seen around here


This late-blooming balsamroot was blooming in the middle of the path


I love the look of this fly but don't know either it or the flower


This was the end of the line for me since I didn't want to wade and wasn't up to walking the logs

Looking downstream from trail crossing

Paintbrush was blooming at the big creek crossing area

I think this is one of the bluets


There will be wild strawberries along the trail soon


These yellow flowers formed ground-covers in many places


This is the bud of  the ground cover flowers - one of those DYC's


Not sure what this is but loved the look of it

Forget-me-nots

Sticky geraniums are among my favorite flowers 

This is my second attempt at this hike.  I'm going to get all the way to Odell Lake one of these days.