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Braulio Carrillo and La Paz Waterfall Gardens – Last Day in Costa Rica

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Here are just a few photos from the last two days of my recent tour to Costa Rica. We spent our next-to-last morning at the verdant Braulio Carrillo National Park just in the foothills on the very wet Caribbean slope. I recall last year having to spend a full morning here under a constant rain last year. In quite a contrast, things were so dry this year that sensitive epiphytic ferns used to at least some precipitation on something like 350 days of the year were starting to furl up to prevent water loss. Five days in a row with no rain hear constitutes a severe drought.

Perhaps because of the sun, this Apella Skipper, Racta apella, was darting about, but landing only on the roof of the park staff building, too far for a good photo.

Also at the headquarters center was this male black-and-white jumping spider, Phiale formosa, with thanks to Dick Walton and GB Edwards for the ID. The female is apparently very different in appearance, probably mimicking a wasp.

We walked the one-mile loop trail twice, and each time was quite different. Perhaps the most outstanding differences were that the second time through we saw a Northern Tamandua (a small anteater) climbing up a tree, and a few yards down the trail heard a Black-crowned Antpitta, one of the most enigmatic birds of Costa Rica. This one was my lifer, even though we didn’t get to see it.

I stopped at some point to look at some bird movement in the trees, and when I looked down spotted this Eyelash Pit Viper – our third one and the least camouflaged – right next to the trail. In my 19 previous trips I had seen just three of these, two of which had been pointed out to me and my group, and the first of which I had almost sat on during my first tour in February of 1998.

Our last stop of the trip was the scenic La Paz Waterfall Gardens. It’s kind of like Costa Rica’s version of the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, complete with aviaries and mammal enclosures, but this place also has a hotel, a huge dining hall, and at least seven species of wild hummingbirds coming to the feeders.

This Black-bellied Hummingbird was our first of the tour.

This female Green Thorntail was the last new species added to our huge trip list.

The most abundant hummer at the feeders was Green-crowned Brilliant.

We also took a walk down to one of the many waterfalls, along the way seeing our third species of Platydesmid millipede on the tour. Maybe we should do a millipede tour of Costa Rica next time; the diversity must be quite high here.



I always enjoy starting and ending our tours at the relaxing Bougainvillea Hotel, far from noisy streets and neighborhoods and with it’s flower-filled gardens, but this is the first time I got to see it during the tour. I left out in my blogs this time that because of the eruption of Turrialba on March 12 I arrived in Costa Rica ¾ of the way through Day 2 instead of on the day before Day 1. The international airport closed for a day and a half, and 7000 tourists were stranded in Costa Rica for a day or more, probably even more were prevented from arriving, and full flights the weekend before spring break meant that one of my participants missed the first three days of the tour. It was on all our minds on the last day, but the volcano stayed quiet and allowed us to all leave on time.


Amazing Crested Quail-Doves

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I'm just back from my 17th birding tour of Jamaica. On my very first tour, which I co-led with Robert Sutton, we only heard Crested Quail-Dove, and Robert really tried his hardest to bring one in. I've not missed it since then, but the numbers and their song activity varies greatly from year to year, and one of these years I'm going to miss it again. There weren't many this year, but this individual bird has been reliable for the past two years, in the Blue Mountains below the town of Section.


We had actually already seen one on the Ecclesdown Road on our second day of birding, though not this well, but certainly countable views were had by all participants. Then the day after this one, our third Crested Quail-Dove flew in over our heads from behind us, unannounced, and landed in plain sight on a branch over the road in the direction we were looking.

A Nearly Perfect Day in Jamaica, Plus Some Beetles and Moths

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Our second full day of birding in Jamaica was nearly perfect, a ideal day of sublime birding, one amazing bird sighting after another, mixed with odd plants, vertebrates, and invertebrates, many also endemic.

I can barely imagine a more enjoyable day of birding for my clients. I had gotten up extra early, prepared a scrambled egg, toast, and cereal breakfast for them so we could be out in the good habitat at dawn (and our housekeepers had prepared fruit plates the evening before), and by noon we had seen 22 of the island’s 27 endemics, most of them extremely well. Just the evening before, after some effort, we had amazing views of a Jamaican Owl and earlier that day we had perfect views of this Jamaican Lizard-Cuckoo with no help from my iPod.

That meant by lunchtime this day, which was a delightful preparation by our housekeepers (and I had to order it from home several days in advance), we had seen (SEEN!) 24 of Jamaica’s 27 endemic birds.

We had views of a perched Ring-tailed Pigeon. We hadn’t yet had our best views of Crested Quail-Dove (see my previous blog), but everyone had countable views. A Chestnut-bellied Cuckoo was very obliging, and if the Jamaican Mangos weren’t satisfactory, one was at the feeders at our lodge, and the same could be said of the Black-billed Streamertails. We saw several Jamaican Todies, some at a ridiculously close range, like this one.


We had seen Jamaican Woodpecker the day before, but today we had spectacular views. Black-billed and Yellow-billed Parrots perched for scope views, Jamaican Elaenia responded to playback like nothing else existed, and this Sad Flycatcher was almost close enough to touch.

We got our best views of Rufous-tailed Flycatcher, saw Jamaican Vireo well enough to count, and enjoyed the oddness of a Blue Mountain Vireo. Jamaican Crow called here and there and flew by well enough to see that it was indeed a crow, and we even saw the white chin on White-chinned Thrushes. The strange Orangequit was everywhere, the monotypic genus of Yellow-shouldered Grassquit couldn’t have performed better, Jamaican Spindalis was hard to avoid, Jamaican Blackbird was easier than usual, and Jamaican Euphonia showed up here and there with no effort.

So what kept this day from the absolute pinnacle of perfection? After all, how can you top seeing 24 amazing endemics in 24 hours, all lifers for everyone except for me and my co-leader Ann Sutton? And we even had heard a 25th endemic superbly, the White-chinned Thrush, which has a marvelously musical voice superseding its own appearance by any measure. There were only two endemics we hadn’t seen or heard, and to be sure I was keeping track, and we still had FIVE more days on the island. I had worked hard and enjoyed showing these all to my clients; after all, I had developed a personal relationship with all of these species over the past 16 years. So what kept this from being the most perfect birding day ever?

It came at about 3:45 p.m. when one participant asked, “So, what are our chances that we’ll see Jamaican Pewee?” I found that question more than just annoying, though I simply and pointedly responded by saying just that. A happy and thoughtful person should have been still swooning over just that one Jamaican Tody, or even more so over the Jamaican Lizard-Cuckoo we saw as it pried apart clusters of dead leaves right over the road. And I’m certain most of the participants were doing just that. I was fully aware we hadn’t seen Jamaican Becard, White-eyed Thrush, or Jamaican Pewee, for that is my job, and I always want my clients to see everything. I was also aware that most people needed better view of Jamaican Vireo and Arrowhead Warbler, and we hadn’t yet seen a Jamaican Crow perched, for example. But who in their right mind would have been thinking about those misses after all we had seen? Isn’t it fair to assume that our chances for seeing any more endemics were as good as they’ll ever be, given that that’s my job, and I was currently doing it nearly 12 hours a day and we had five days left? Besides, is there really an answer to that question that makes any sense? Of course with birds, it’s never 100%, so was she honestly hoping for answer like 91.29% or 88.4%? Since there obviously isn’t a correct answer to that question, I instantly regarded it as a rhetorical and offensive criticism of my effort and abilities. I saw it as an indication that everything I had done this day, starting with getting up extra early to make breakfast had been a complete failure and that nothing we had seen that day counted towards anything. But of course only after I thought about it for some time did I conclude that it wasn’t meant to be that, and didn’t reflect on me at all – it reflected only on that one person’s mindless goal of getting all of the endemics and a persistent internal state of dissatisfaction and unhappiness. I can’t change that in anyone, but then why not a more thoughtful and less critical way of asking that question, such as “is the Ecclesdown Road the only place we had a chance for Jamaican Pewee, or might we see it later in the tour as well?”

It’s impossible for me to not be preachy at this point, and maybe I’ll encourage people to be happy if I vent just a little. There are anywhere from 10,000 to 15,000 species of birds on this planet. No one will ever see them all. If your goal when traveling somewhere is just to see all of the birds, you will probably fail, and why would you want that? I’m not against listing, and in fact I encourage it – it takes you to interesting places, and it’s a great portal for learning about bird biogeography, behavior, genetics, and identification – as long as the list isn’t your only goal. My career is a joy only as I share others’ delight in discovering the amazing birds we see on my tours. But if their one and only goal is to see them all, to miss nothing, then they are setting themselves up – and me as well – for disappointment, and at the same time they’re not really able to enjoy the birds they’re seeing each step along the way, for worrying about missing the next one is always there. I try to not market my tours as those on which you see every endemic, every specialty. Except for that first tour in 1999, when we only heard Crested Quail-Dove, I have never missed an endemic species in Jamaica (though don’t tell anyone that, nor the fact that I showed Joe Thompson all 27 endemics in just over 12 hours one day a few years ago). If the Greater Antillean Elaenia gets split, we’ll certainly miss that endemic from time to time, though I’ve now seen it three years in a row. And sometimes we get just one Bahama Mockingbird or just brief views of Rufous-throated Solitaire, both of which could be split and become island endemics. There’s no sign that Jamaican Blackbird is getting any more common (and it’s probably the scarcest endemic and the pickiest when it comes to needing very good habitat), and on some tours I’ve come close to missing Jamaican Lizard-Cuckoo. So it will happen.

But I don’t want to stress getting all the endemics, because I don’t want people to have that nagging worry instead of having fun. Enjoy what you’re seeing in the moment and let me worry about missing birds. No matter what, we’ll see some spectacular birds, including some common birds performing spectacular behaviors, and we see some pretty amazing moths, butterflies, fish, reptiles, amphibians, miscellaneous invertebrates, and maybe even some mammals.

So I fumed (mostly internally) for the next day or so, but then we saw the pewee, had amazing views of a Rufous-throated Solitaire feeding on berries below eye level, and had the mind-blowing looks at Crested Quail-Dove; and that one unhappy moment dwindled in importance. We eventually had superb views of White-eyed Thrush, had plenty of Jamaican Becards building nests, even saw the crows perched and even better views of Black-billed Parrots. Though I added no new bird species to my island list, I still enjoyed showing them to people for whom almost everything was new, and who will probably never get a chance to see them again. Besides, you can never see too many Jamaican Todies, and we saw some every day of the tour. I also still delighted in learning more about Jamaica’s natural history, including plants and bugs. I actually knew the name of this Eburia tetrastalacta long horned beetle after lunch on our first day (though most participants wouldn’t even get out of their chair to come see it, sigh), since I had seen it every year so far that I have been paying attention to beetles in Jamaica.

But then at lunch two days later everyone got to see this longhorn, a new one for me, Elaphidion spinicorne. Though not an island endemic, it’s apparently a Greater Antillean specialty. Many thanks to the folks who created the New World Cerambycidae Catalog.

There were several interesting moths at Starlight Chalet this time, and this spectacular endemic Jamaican Wasp Moth, Horama grotei, was my favorite find.

This erebid Eulepidotis modestula isn’t endemic, but it’s one of the prettiest of this genus I’ve seen. It looks extremely similar to photos of Eulepidotis micca, known as a vagrant in Texas, and I suspect there might be some confusion there.

This is Epimecis scolopaiae, probably one of the largest members of this geometrid genus (with something like 44 species) and a Greater Antillean endemic as well. As far as I can tell, there are no live photos of this species online.

Also new for the internet as a live bug is this noctuid Bryolymnia floccifera, apparently a Jamaican endemic. "Bryo" refers to moss, but I don't know what "lymnia" means, unless it's related to "limn," perhaps in the sense of  "highlight." And "floccifera" means bearing woolly tufts.

I had photographed this little geometer once before, and with more specimen photos of similar species available online, I’ve decided this is probably Semaeopus callichroa, found in Jamaica and Cuba, and represented online only by a 90-year-old illustration.


One last photo is of this Aegisthus Swallowtail Moth that one of my participants spotted on a window at Marshall’s Pen. I’ve seen it once or twice in the past, but I’m still a bit uncertain what to call it. Almost all lists now use Sematura as the valid genus, but there is an undecided three-year-old case before the International Commission on Zoological Nomenclature that admits that Maniahas priority but should be dropped for the simple reason that Sematura has been used for so long. Further confusing the issue is name Nothus, which is even older than those two names and is still used by several authoritative-looking websites (such as the London Natural History Musem); but since it was used for a beetle first it is clearly invalid for a moth. But for now it’s looking like Mania aegisthus is the best name.


A Mallow Scrub-Haistreak in the Yard

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This has been an amazing spring for butterflies in SE Arizona, almost certainly a results of having the second warmest winter on record coupled with relatively good rains, all following the warmest winter on record as well as a decent monsoon.

Just in my suburban Tucson yard, which isn’t landscaped at all for butterflies (with the exception of just not pulling native weeds they might like), numbers and diversity are quite astonishing. Common Checkered-Skipper is one of the more usual species in the yard.

Most exciting, during the few days I had between my Jamaica and Costa Rica tours, was this Mallow Scrub-Hairstreak. I had been reading about all of the reports from last fall, many lingering into December, and a couple even found on the Santa Catalina Mountains Butterfly Count on March 29. But I had still never seen this rarity in Arizona, let alone in my own yard.


But the dominating bug, to this day, is Texan Crescent. I think I saw one or two in the past 15 years, and at this very moment there are at least 8 in the yard, each patrolling its own territory.

Not a butterfly, but a moth at my reading lamp the other night was this Chloraspilates bicoloraria. There’s nothing quite like it with those contrastingly brown hind wings, but the green color would have you looking among the emeralds of the subfamily Geometrinae; however, this trickster belongs to the huge (750+ species in North American) subfamily Ennominae.

A Morning Hike in Pima Canyon

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This past Thursday, Jake Mohlmann and I made a quick early morning hike into Pima Canyon, partly for the exercise, partly with the hope of finding some good birds, and knowing that there’s always cool critters and stunning scenery.

We started hiking at about 6:15 am, when most of the canyon, draining toward the SW, is still in the shade. This is a view from near the start of the trail looking south over Tucson and at the Santa Rita Mountains in the distance.

Along the first part of the trail were dozens of these Lateral Seed Bugs, Melacoryphus lateralis.

And shortly after that was this Giant Cactus Longhorn, Moneilema gigas.

A little while later we found another doing what this odd, huge, flightless cerambycid does – eat cactus.

The sun rose quickly to enter the upper parts of the canyon. This is Jake next to a Saguaro, Carnegiea gigantea.

Large stretches of the trail were wonderfully perfumed by the abundant blooms of the Catclaw Acacia, Senegalia wrightii.


There were lots of bees, flies, wasps and other insects attracted to these flowers. This syrphid fly is probably Mexican Cactus Fly, Copestylum mexicanum.

One could spend weeks botanizing here. I took time to key out just two pink composites, both new for me. The first was Acourtia wrightii, Brownfoot or Wright's Desertpeony, which I recognized from its close relative Acourtia thurberi, common south of here.

It has a very unusual flower structure similar to Trixis, in that instead of having one-petaled ray flowers, five-petaled disk flowers, or a combination of the two, each flower has two petals on opposite sides – one with three minute teeth and one with two minute teeth. It hints at the evolutionary origin of ray flowers, each tooth being the end result of what once was a single petal of a regular tubular flower.

This one is Stephanomeria tenuifolia, Narrowleaf Wirelettuce. Like all members of the chicory tribe (like true lettuce and dandelions), the entire head is composed of five-toothed ray flowers.

While enjoying the wirelettuce, I noticed that an unusual skipper landed on it and quickly snapped a photo before it took off. It was a Cestus Skipper, Atrytonopsis cestus, which I had only seen once before in Brown Canyon near the Mexico border. It’s very scarce anywhere in the U.S. but is known from the Santa Catalina foothill canyons like this one where the host plant occurs, the grass Bamboo Muhly, Muhlenbergia dumosa. We didn’t see any of the grass, but there must be a clump or two somewhere in the canyon.

There were lots of butterflies everywhere, but we stopped to photograph just this one Mexican (or Sonoran) Metalmark, Apodemia mejicana.

We stopped by a wet part of the stream where there were several caterpillars belonging to Common Buckeye, Junonia coenia, feeding on the monkeyflower.

At the same spot I photographed some lovely damselflies, which, upon inspection of the photos, turn out to be Spine-tipped Dancers, Argia extranea. In this photo you can actually make out the tiny projection on the lower appendages at the end of the abdomen that give it the name.

We made it as far as the lower dam at nearly 3 ½ miles, a spot with permanent water, also well known amongst birders as having the northernmost record of Rufous-capped Warbler.

There was lots of bird activity around, and we dallied here for some 15 minutes. This juvenile Anna’s Hummingbird came to bathe on the face of the dam.

Jake called out a very distant Turkey Vulture…or Zone-tailed Hawk, he admitted. It was too far to see for certain, even with our top-of-the-line Zeiss binoculars.

But I snapped a photo with my Canon PowerShot SX50 HD, zoomed in, and I could see that it was indeed a Zone-tailed Hawk.

This canyon has a known territory of Golden Eagles which when seen on the Tucson Valley Christmas Bird Count are the only ones. Sometimes they are missed. But looking upstream from the dam, I spotted one flying high across the canyon, and soon we were watching two Golden Eagles soaring and doing a roller coaster display flight to broadcast the occupation of their territory to anyone watching.

Jake, with his trained eyes, started scanning the cliffs up the canyon and spotted the nest with a juvenile, no less.


We saw and heard a total of 53 species, amongst which were several migrants. Lazuli Buntings were often in pairs, and the males singing, but they aren’t known to breed here so must have been passing through.

There were plenty of lizards around, and this Clark's Spiny Lizard, Sceloporus clarkii, was particularly photogenic.

We’re past the prime prickly pear blooming season, but there were still a few on what I think is Tulip Pricklypear, Opuntia phaeacantha.

This one had pollinator in the form of a beetle in the family Cleridae ­­­­­­­– Ornate Checkered Beetle, Trichodes ornatus.

With views like this, it’s no wonder that this is such a popular hiking destination for Tucsonans. We came across 12 hikers, all in pairs, on this weekday morning.


Near the end of our hike I noticed the first bloom on a Saguaro, the state flower. It’s said to be fragrant, but I haven’t had an opportunity to smell one yet.

Violet-clouded Skipper in the Garden

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I was putting out fresh hummingbird food in the yard yesterday morning when I noticed this small skipper on the purple asters.

I quickly put the feeder up, put down my coffee, ran in for the camera and got the above shot. Several minutes later I refound it in my garden, as it briefly landed on the sneezeweed cultivars I planted in hopes of attracting butterflies, but then it decided to sun itself on the tomato plants, where I took a bunch more photos. It turns out to Violet-clouded Skipper, an uncommon bug in grassy desert canyons, and downright rare in places like urban gardens. I’ve seen it twice before, but never in the yard. The last time I saw one, coincidentally, was the last time I hiked into Pima Canyon with Jake Mohlmann, six years and two months ago. I had seen it only one other time in Arizona, about three years before that.

I realized I hadn’t really figured out what these lovely purple asters are in the yard, so I tried keying them out.


The species that Kearney & Peebles (1951) led me to was Aster tephrodes. In the 1960 supplement they mention that it’s been moved to the genus Machaeranthera. Then sometime in the intervening decades it was changed to Machaeranthera asteroides, and then that genus has been changed once again to the currently accepted Dieteria asteroides, with the common name Fall Tansyaster.

It is very close to Dieteria canescens, but if the characters in K & P are still correct, this one shows the phyllaries having the green tips relatively long, gradually narrowed, and bent back. D. canescens should have a very short green tip that rather abruptly narrows from the white (“chartaceous”) basal portion to the pointed tip. K & P also correctly characterize D. asteroides  as occurring on alluvial soils (which our yard most definitely is) and blooming as early as March, while D. canescens blooms after June.

While keying it out, I noticed this miniscule and nearly transparent ambush bug, family Phymatinae.



There have been plenty of Pallid-winged Grasshoppers in the yard all winter long, but this was the first Gray Bird Grasshopper, Schistocerca nitens, that I have seen this year.


Finally, here are three shots of my little vegetable garden that I have been enjoying for the past nearly three months. The first photo is from March 5, the second is April 8, and the third is from April 29. I’ve already eaten three grape tomatoes, one zucchini, several little crookneck squashes, a bouquet of basil, and lots of kale.



Southwest Wings Birding Festival Spring Fling

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I’m in the middle of leading field trips for the “Spring Fling” of the Southwest Wings Birding Festival in Sierra Vista, Arizona. This is their second year offering a short festival of field trips only during the spring, while they still do a full-fledged festival (with talks, workshops, vendors, displays, etc.) in August. I’ve been leading field trips off and on for this festival since 1994.

Wednesday night was my owling field trip, and we quickly connected with Elf Owl (in a nest cavity in a dead Arizona Sycamore), a Whiskered Screech-Owl pair, and this Western Screech-Owl.

The passage of a front to the north of us brought some brutal winds up higher though, so our attempts at seeing Flammulated or Spotted Owl and Mexican Whip-poor-will were thwarted.


Then yesterday (with the winds continuing), I took my group of nine participants to a couple places on the San Pedro River, where we saw nearly 60 species of birds, including a pair of Northern Beardless-Tyrannulets at their nest, migrant Western Tanagers, and this handsome male Pyrrhuloxia.

A Second Day at Southwest Wings and More Owling

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Just a few photos from today’s long day of field trips for the SW Wings Birding Festival. We started with good views of a Botteri’s Sparrow in the lower elevations then saw the male Elegant Trogon in Ramsey Canyon, where it is a rare bird. We walked up the canyon where we saw a lot of the regular madrean pine-oak specialties such as Greater Pewee, Hepatic Tanager, Grace’s Warbler, and several Painted Redstarts.

We then worked up to Carr Canyon where we added all the sought-after warblers, such as Virginia’s, Red-faced, and Olive (finally). A highlight was a flock of Red Crossbills, which had at least two different types. This one appears to be Type 6, the largest and largest-billed of all the types, which are all probably good species.

We ended the day’s birding with 74 species. I then led a second owling field trip which was a great success. Back up the Carr Canyon Road we re-found the same owls I had found on Wednesday, including this Elf Owl sticking its head out of the nest cavity.

This time I got a photo of one of the very responsive Whiskered Screech-Owls. Notice the little feet and green bill.

And this is the same Western Screech-Owl as the other night. Notice the big feet and black bill. Of course, they also sound very different.

We had these three species of owls in just about 20 minutes, so we went a bit farther up the road and tried for Common Poorwill. It seemed that we weren’t going to even hear one for a while, but then one flew right overhead, popping its wings in defense of its territory as I played its song. Then I spotted its eye shine in my headlamp on a dirt bank above the road.


I played a little bit of Mexican Whip-poor-will, and then to just demonstrate how different it is from Eastern, I played that too, as well as the Mexican's closer relative, the Dusky Nightjar from Costa Rica. Then a Mexican Whip-poor-will began singing it’s “will-poor-whip” song just up the road, and within five minutes it was flying over our heads. To wrap it up, we drove a few miles down to Casa de San Pedro and finished out night with a ghostly Barn Owl also flying overhead. Not a bad night.

A Final Day of SW Wings Field Trips

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My final field trip for the Southwest Wings Spring Fling Birding Festival this past Saturday was titled “Chasing Rarities.” The two obvious rarities in the nearby Huachuca Mountains were Rufous-capped Warbler and Sinaloa Wren, so those were our targets.

Rufous-capped Warbler is one of the rarest breeding birds in  the United States; there are only 2 or 3 known pairs in the country. The pair we sought has been known in the rarely-visited Hunter Canyon on the east side of the Huachuca Mountains since early September 2013. Who knows how long they were there before being discovered. I had never been here before, so it was fun getting know a new area.

While we were looking, listening, and waiting at several different spots in the upper canyon – the few times I played a bit of song there was no response – this Greater Pewee came down just a few feet away to investigate my owl imitation.

We were watching a male Ornate Tree-Lizard do pushups to impress a female when I caught a bit of movement in the bushes nearby on the trail. Rufous-capped Warbler! It foraged for a while, was joined briefly by a second bird, then it came over towards us and sat up to sing. This was several minutes since I had played just a couple songs, and this didn’t look like the typical excited response to playback that I usually see in birds. I think we just lucked into being in the right place at the right time.

Here’s a bunch of happy birders.

On the way down I photographed this Acmon (or Lupine or whatever) Blue. The taxonomy is still in flux.

We then spent a few hours in Huachuca Canyon on Fort Huachuca, hoping for the Sinaloa Wren, but neither we nor another 20 birders, including a tour group, another festival field trip, and lots of independent birders could find it. This is the parking area by the stream where it is usually seen, but no one knows where it goes when it disappears.

While looking for the wren I looked up at a sycamore tree and noticed this Black-necked Garter Snake about 7 feet off the ground. I had never seen one off the ground before.


We finally had to give up on the wren and worked on the participants’ wish lists. Up canyon we found the recently arrived Sulphur-bellied Flycatchers and a female Elegant Trogon, then in the grasslands towards Garden Canyon we scored Canyon Towhee and Botteri’s Sparrow. On the way back to the Cochise College field trip meeting site, we looked for Chihuahuan Raven, the species “known” to occur in parking lots and visit dumpsters in Sierra Vista. Things have changed since I birded Sierra Vista frequently 20 years ago. All we could find were Common Ravens, including this one. Notice how the nasal bristles only cover the basal half of the bill. This one also called, a typical throaty Common Raven croak.

In Search of Soapberry Hairstreaks

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This past Sunday, May 10, against my better judgment in view of the fact that I was home for only two days after guiding at Southwest Wings and still had to pack and prepare for a seven-week trip to three states and four guiding jobs, I went out birding and butterflying with my friends Mary, Fred, and Gary. Mary was practically promising me Soapberry Hairstreaks in Molino Canyon just northeast of Tucson, a species of butterfly I have wanted to see for many years. The adults fly around their host plant (Western Soapberry, Sapindus saponaria, here var. drummondi) only during May, after they emerge from their chrysalides. The adults lay eggs, which remain dormant on the twigs until new leaves emerge the following spring. The adults die soon after they lay their eggs, so this is the only time you can see them in this stage of their life cycle. It’s an odd hairstreak, being the only member of its genus.

We first stopped at this steep draw on the lower Catalina Highway. Only during the mid-morning hours does it get sun, and the rarish Cestus Skipper is known from here, due to the presence of its host plant, Bamboo Muhly. And we saw one; this being only my third Cestus Skipper very soon after my second just a week and a half ago.

While clambering on the rocks to get close to the host plant, I noticed a lovely little composite growing straight out of the rock wall. It is Lemmon's Rockdaisy, Perityle lemmonii. I particularly like composites like this with no ray flowers. It has extremely brittle stems, but where it grows it probably gets few direct wind gusts and no perching birds or animals.


We then moved up the road less than a mile to the Molino Vista overlook, where a nice patch of Western Soapberry grows near the stream bed. We spent nearly 4 hours here and never did see Soapberry Hairstreak, but we did see other hairstreaks and a bunch of other things.

I had actually forgotten what to look for in Soapberry Hairstreak, so when I saw an unusual hairstreak that clearly wasn’t the abundant Gray Hairstreak, I got excited and thought I had one. Then Gary came over and corrected my identification: this was a rare Mallow Scrub-Hairstreak, Strymon istapa, only the second one I’ve ever seen in Arizona, and a much rarer bug than Soapberry Hairstreak. “Better than a Soapberry!” said Fred, but since I had seen one of these before, even in my yard, I had a different view of which was “better.”

We walked nearly ½ mile up the canyon bottom, past the Western Soapberries and looked at all bugs on the moist sand and sipping nectar from the abundant Catclaw Mimosa, Mimosa aculeaticarpa. I also looked at the birds. This just-fledged Bell’s Vireo was a constant noise at one spot.

Near the parking lot was this spotted whiptail that defies identification. The relatively well-pronounced stripes that are not particularly bright on the rump or neck; the well-pronounced spots that are visible between and within the stripes but aren’t particularly bright and yellow on the hind legs; the bluish cast to the throat; the olive tail; and the fact that we are in the Santa Catalina Mountains of NE Pima County, all do not match up to anything at reptilesofaz.org. But it does at least seem to be one of the parthenogenetic, female-only species of hybrid origin.

This milkweed bug appears to be Lygaeus reclivatus.

I spotted this tiny, cream-colored jumping spider on the soapberry twigs while I was searching for caterpillars. I wondered if it specialized on hunting from this particular plant.

This bee fly, Poecilanthrax poecilogaster, was one of the more common insects in the canyon this morning.

Although I saw and heard only 33 species of birds, our group list of butterflies totaled over 40. This Erichson's White-Skipper, Heliopyrgus domicella, is regular but never common in these foothill canyons.

This metalmark, Apodemia sp, is a bit of a taxonomic problem here. It actually looks more like the Mormon Metalmarks of north of here, with a lack of orange in the hind wing, but based on location should be same as the Mexican Metalmark just a few canyons west of here, like the one I saw in Pima Canyon. We saw several, and they all looked like this one.

A relatively common, and sometimes abundant hairstreak is this Leda Ministreak, Ministrymon leda, but I saw only two.

The commonest hairstreak is Gray Hairstreak, Strymon melinus, probably due to the fact that its caterpillars are happy eating a huge variety of plants. I saw a few this morning but failed to get a photo of one that was in pristine condition, unlike this tattered one.

I was not in the least bit disappointed that we missed Soapberry Hairstreak, as I had already had a fabulous morning in good company, and I was not going to have any chance to do any more outings in Arizona until September at the earliest. But with just a hundred yards of canyon bottom left before we got back to the car, Mary called out Silver-banded Hairstreak, and I came running. This is a gorgeous bug, even when rather worn like this one, but I’ve wanted to see Chlorostrymon simaethis in Arizona for many years;I’ve seen it in Baja California Sur, where its host plant is very common.

This is a very rare butterfly here, a wanderer far from any breeding population, and it was even a new Arizona bug for Mary (who just three weeks ago discovered Arizona’s first Clench’s Greenstreak). Fred had seen it but twice before in Arizona. Its host plant is also a member of the soapberry family (Sapindaceae), called Balloon Vine, Cardiospermum corindum. Some sources give Faux Persil as an English name, which is rather ridiculous since it’s French for “false parsley,” something that is more sensibly used, by the French, for members of the carrot family that aren’t true parsley, and further the only French-speaking places this species occurs are some tiny Caribbean islands. Here’s the range map of plant specimens from the Southwest Environmental Information Network, showing how far this butterfly was away from where it may have emerged.


Here are some happy butterfliers still enjoying the moment.

Brief Report From Oregon

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My Oregon in Spring tour is going well, but days are long, and no time to blog if I want any sleep. We're half over already, and today had many highlights. One was my favorite bird, this Calliope Hummingbird, at Calliope Crossing north of Sisters.

Malheur Is...

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Malheur is...

Abundant water birds with great views. Wilson's Snipe.

Migrants at Headquarters. Evening Grosbeaks at the feeders.

Vagrants. Least Flycatcher at P Ranch.

If a California Quail Has a Comma On Its Head...

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If a California Quail has a comma on its head...

...then a Mountain Quail has an exclamation point. This was on Aldrich Mountain this afternoon.

Another Chicken

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This time, the successfully introduced Chukar. This was on my Oregon in Spring tour yesterday, on the way to Fields, Oregon. Today we drive back to Portland, our last day of the tour.

Gambell Cooked and Birded

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Here I am in Billings during the Western Field Ornithologists membership meeting, adding to my brand new Montana state list with McCown's and Chestnut-collared Longspurs, Upland Sandpipers, and Baird's Sparrows, yet I'm still reeling from the week long WINGS tour to Gambell which finished already a full week ago tomorrow morning.

We flew from Anchorage to Nome with this amazing view of Mount Denali from my window.

Then I cooked and baked up a storm,  3 1/2 meals a day for 15 people for a week. For the first four days I did not set foot outside but was on my feet in the kitchen for 19-22 hours each day. It was a rewarding time for all.



Towards the end of the week I found time go to birding. I came across White and Eastern Yellow Wagtails, a Common Ringed Plover, and many singing Lapland Longspurs and Snow Buntings. On the next-to-last evening, I had time to walk to the far end of the Near Boneyard and caught up with the Eurasian Skylark that had been found earlier that day. Then I heard a report of a dull kinglet-like warbler from two of our participants, Ethan and Alex, who were still energized at 10:30 p.m., as was I.

A bunch of birders converged on the Far Boneyard and failed to turn up any warbler, but I saw three or four Gray-cheeked Thrushes then flushed this oddity from a group of boulders from above the boneyard. These photos I snapped are probably the best anyone got, and it was never seen again. It appears to be a Dusky Thrush of the western subspecies, split by some as Naumann's Thrush, though there is a hybrid zone, and this may be one of those pesky hybrids. It's a very rare vagrant this far east in any event.

Then then next morning the assembled group re-found the previously seen warbler, and it tuned out to be the 5th North American record of Siberian Chiffchaff. I had been packing kitchen supplies and making an inventory of our food to be boxed up and stored while preparing breakfast for the group (including the best sticky buns one participant said she had ever had), and when I had a chance to escape, Gavin came to give me a ride, and we located the bird again when I got this photo.

I also took this shot of Jon Dunn in the foreground photographing the Chiffchaff, while in the background on either side of the left wind-powered generator you can see the mountains of the Russian Chukchi Peninsula rising above the horizon.


Western Field Ornithologists in Billings

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Here are some photo highlights from the past four days of field trips for the Western Field Ornithologists 40th annual meeting in Billings, Montana, my first visit to this state.

Our first morning on Emory Road

Baird's Sparrow

Brewer's Sparrow

Chestnut-collared Longspur

Escobaria vivipara, Spinystar

Long-billed Curlew

McCown's Longspur

Looking for Mountain Plover

Mountain Plover adult and chick

Northern Flicker hybrid

Pronghorn

Sage Thrasher

Another morning’s field trip

Sprague's Pipit

Upland Sandpiper


White-tailed Jackrabbit

Catch-up Blog: – Yellowstone National Park

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It’s way past time for a update on my comings and goings, and there was a lot of it in June. I’ve now been in Chiapas for two days, and stuff I want to share are starting to accumulate already, so before it becomes hopeless, here are a few posts to catch up.

June 15-16, 2015

After the WFO meeting in Billings, I spent a couple days visiting my friends Jeff and June in Bozeman, whom I first met during my year in Freiburg, Germany 25 years ago. They treated me to a day’s drive through Yellowstone National Park, my first time there.

We saw lots of interesting geological scenery.


Here I am at a viewpoint for the Lower Yellowstone Falls.

And yes, there were lots of people. We enjoyed the eruption of Old Faithful geyser with all of these people, for example.

There were the usual elk, bison, and a few nice birds such as this Mountain Bluebird.

A pair of Tree Swallows were apparently nesting in a cavity near the bluebirds.

This American Dipper was unusually cooperative.

A lone American White Pelican was eyeing the large red trout at LeHardys Rapids, here stretching its beak.

What appears to be a black malar streak on this male Yellow-rumped Warbler (Audubon’s) is an artifact – it’s an extremely brief separation of feather tracts due to the bird’s motion or a brief erection of the feathers.

You can see the black lores on this “Mountain” White-crowned Sparrow (ssp. oriantha), the subspecies that breeds in the region and migrates through Arizona.

There were few butterflies, but I managed a photograph of this Polites themistocles, Tawny-edged Skipper.

Here we all are at LeHardys Rapids.

On my second day we took a much shorter excursion west of Bozeman to the Headwaters of the Missouri River State Park, which is actually the confluence of the Jefferson, Madison, and Bozeman rivers down in the valley. Near here we stopped in some habitat that was quite unlike anything I had ever seen before.

And in it I heard my first song of this Clay-colored Sparrow, a bird I knew until now only from its winter grounds.


Other birds we saw here were Gray Catbird, Sandhill Crane, Song Sparrow, and at the nearby park this Cedar Waxwing.

I finished my first week ever in Montana with a state list of 122 birds. Next I was back to Oregon.

Catch-up Blog #2: Central Oregon

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June 17-21, 2015

From Bozeman I flew to Redmond, Oregon, via Seattle. On the way from Seattle our pilot banked the jet so those of us on the right side had this amazing view of Mount St Helens.

I then had a couple days to visit some friends in central Oregon. Wayne and I (his wife Patty, my high school biology teacher, couldn’t make it) found three Blue-gray Gnatcatchers on the north slope of Gray Butte in Jefferson County on an short excursion my first afternoon. It wasn’t quite as rare as I thought it must be here, with records dating back 20 years from this same area. The habitat looks right, with scattered Western Junipers among a thicket of antelope bush and sagebrush that have a chaparral-like structure.


This Mylitta Crescent was one of the fiew butterflies we saw.

This is the amazing view Wayne and Patty have of the Crooked River valley.

Wayne and I also birded Hatfield Lake (the only sewage pond named after a congressman?), where Eastern Kingbirds were a good find, plus many ducks and four Greater Yellowlegs. I was later told that this was only the 11th record of Eastern Kingbird for Deschutes County. Then my friend John and I made an attempt for Boreal Owls above Todd Lake, departing at 2:00 a.m. on Friday. We heard no owls, but it was a lovely night, and it was fun to hear the dawn chorus of Hermit Thrush, Varied Thrush, Yellow-rumped Warbler, Dark-eyed Junco, and Chipping Sparrow.

The views of Mount Bachelor were stunning.

Back at the parking lot Gray Jays appreciated the almonds I had brought along for my snack.

John and I birded along the Deschutes River for most of the rest of the morning, highlights being a family of Bufflehead, this Red-breasted Sapsucker…

… and this surprising American Redstart, a second-year male.

Then came my two days of leading field trips for the Dean Hale Woodpecker Festival, which I’ve done for the past couple of years. In order to look for Black-backed and American Three-toed Woodpeckers, we check burns, which often host several other species as well

In this burn we found a pair of Black-backed Woodpeckers, and on the second day we returned and found their nest.

At other stops we had Williamson's Sapsucker, this one a juvenile male…

…White-headed Woodpecker, an adult male…

…and Downy Woodpecker, this one also a recently-fledged juvenile.

We didn’t look at just woodpeckers – there were plenty of would-be lifers for the participants among the other birds. This Hermit Warbler was new for some people.


The most unexpected bird on our first day was this very worn Red-shouldered Hawk, which we first saw fly through the trees and disappear, but then found soaring high overhead. It eventually became a small speck in the sky and drifted off to the west.

Scenery and wildflowers were abundant. This is Mount Washington, carved by many glaciers during the last couple hundred thousand years.

This is Erythranthe lewisii, Lewis's Monkeyflower. What used to be Mimulushas been carved into a few genera based on genetic studies that agree with older morphological data.


This is Platanthera dilatata var. dilatata, White Bog Orchid.

Catch-up Blog #3 – Western Oregon

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June 22-28, 2015

After the Dean Hale Woodpecker Festival, my dad came to Sisters to pick me up, and I had a week off based at his and my stepmom’s house in Corvallis. But rather than stay in Corvallis the whole time, I rented a car and decided to visit the southern Oregon coast for a couple days. I hadn’t seen my friends Dave and Kathy in a while, and I consider the Curry County coastline to be one of the most beautiful places in Oregon, if not the entire US.

My first morning of birding found me meeting my friend Terry in Langlois and then spending an hour or so in some hilly, grassy pastures within about four miles of the coast – a habitat you just don’t see anywhere on the Oregon coast north of here.

Western Meadowlarks and Lazuli Buntings were common here, and I recorded the dialects of this pugetensis White-crowned Sparrow here. Here they sounded much like the ones in the northern Oregon Cascades as well as the Puget Sound area, but unlike the ones from northwestern and outer coastal Oregon.

A pair of Common Yellowthroats were apparently feeding young in a nest in some taller grass by the road.

This Violet-green Swallow posed nicely for photos.

I then birded several headlands as I worked my way down the coast nearly to the California Border. A large group of cormorants (Brandt’s and Pelagic) and Pacific Loons were feeding just south of Cape Blanco.

I birded through the campground and recorded the recently described Type 10 of Red Crossbills here.

This is the beach beyond the campground.

This Black Phoebe juvenile was at the Arizona Beach wayside

I then took a short hike down the Cape Sebastian trail, which starts on the highest part of Highway 101 in Curry County.

This is looking down from one of the highest points on the trail before it starts to descend to the beach. I noticed what at first looked like an orange lichen on the rocks.

Upon closer inspection, it was certainly no lichen, but I didn’t know what it was. Thanks to my friend Tim Rodenkirk, I discovered that this is a free-living form of a Trentepohlia sp. algae. Some species, quite possibly this one, also combine with a fungus to form a lichen.

I hiked down to the Indian Sands area of Boardman State Park. The Wildflowers here were gorgeous.

This is Calochortus tolmiei, Tolmie's Star-tulip.

Tim helped me with the ID of this composite, Lasthenia ornduffii, Ornduff's Goldfields. It turns out to have a very restricted range, found only a few areas of coastal Curry County.

I looked for but did not find any vagrants at several places south of Brookings. This Song Sparrow was at the mouth of the Winchuk River, just north of the California border, so it should be the subspecies cleonensis, but I can’t see any difference from morphna from farther north.

This Wrentit came in close to my whistles.

The one rarity I did chase on my way back north to Bandon was this Black-headed X Rose-breasted Grosbeak hybrid in the willows of the Pistol River.

On my second day on the coast I decided to wander around Floras Lake in northern Curry County. I took a long hike through the coastal forest down to Blacklock point and back on the beach. In the dunes were many of this morning glory Calystegia soldanella, Seashore False Bindweed.

The Rhododendron macrophyllum, Pacific Rhododendron were still in bloom.

This shrub was formerly Ledum glandulosum, but a change in the higher taxonomy as well as some species-level rearrangement has given it a totally new binomial, Rhododendron columbianum. Thankfully we have more stable English names and can still call it Western Labrador Tea.

I was the only person on the beach for at least a mile in each direction here.

I scanned the ocean frequently on my way back and was rewarded with a rare June record of Black Scoter. It was almost impossible to get a photo, but I did manage this one for the eBird record. This exact location turns out to be known as the most reliable winter location for Black Scoter in the county.

I then finished my two-day retreat hiking out the south jetty of the Umpqua River before heading back inland. I enjoyed the large numbers of noisy Heermann's Gulls at the tip of the jetty, and got a picture of this immature Brown Pelican with his own kleptoparasite.

Back in Corvallis, I made it out only a couple times, otherwise spending my time working on the computer, trying to catch up and prepare for future tours, as well as knitting from time to time and of course playing cards and marbles with my parents every evening. I spent one full morning with my friend Jamie Simmons looking for birds, butterflies, and odonates near Alsea Falls and the Alsea area. It was surprisingly diverse as early as mid-morning.

I managed photos of eight species of butterfly and one very cool dragonfly at our first stop.

Adelpha californica, California Sister

Boloria epithore, Pacific Fritillary

Epargyreus clarus, Silver-spotted Skipper


Limenitis lorquini, Lorquin's Admirals

Parnassius clodius, Clodius Parnassian

Pieris oleracea, Mustard White

Polygonia satyrus, Satyr Anglewing

Vanessa atalanta, Red Admiral

Octogomphus specularis, Grappletail

Another stop resulted in this Ischnura perparva, Western Forktail.

A brief stop at a quarry resulted in this screaming Peregrine Falcon perched on the rocks. It was later confirmed that a pair had nested here.


Another stop and another butterfly, Strymon melinus, Gray Hairstreak

Taricha granulosa, Rough-skinned Newt

Another couple photos – this Purple Martin was just north of Corvallis, apparently nesting in a snag in a regenerating clearcut.

And this arctic-breeding Least Sandpiper, already in late June at the Philomath Sewage Ponds, is at the forefront of the southbound “fall” migration.

Catch-up Blog #4 – Three Days in Tucson

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June 29-July 3, 2015

On June 29 I flew from Eugene to San Francisco, and from there to Tucson. Here’s view from the flight leaving San Francisco – the jet took off headed north, and we did a counter-clockwise U-turn over the peninsula just south of the city of San Francisco, and here we’re headed back south. The San Francisco airport can be seen in the far left-center

I’d been gone for seven weeks, my next trip has me away for just over eight weeks, and this time I’m just three full days at home. Plenty of time to visit with some friends, unpack, repack, open a huge stack of mail, and deal with issues such as health insurance renewal and registering to vote by email.

I was lucky enough to have lunch with the oldest and most interesting couple I know – Manabu and Jack have been together for 64 years, and Manabu (who’s Japanese and should know) thinks Sushi On Oracle is the best sushi restaurant in Tucson.

And I was lucky enough to experience a monsoon downpour in our part of Tucson that only in this neighborhood dropped a few tons of walnut-sized hail, the largest I have ever seen.



Off to Chiapas next!
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