Oklahoma Bird Guide (Checklist) ~470 Species
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Eurasian Wigeon, a rare visitor to Nampa, Idaho
"Common and widespread in the Old World, the Eurasian Wigeon is a sporadic visitor to North America. Regular in very small numbers along the Pacific and Atlantic coasts, single individuals have turned up in nearly all states and provinces."
Red Crossbill (Loxia curvirostra)
Adult Male - Ponderosa Pine "Type-2" Crossbill
Family: Finches
Eldorado Mountain Open Space--Spring Brook Loop
Boulder County, CO
2016/07/02
hinterautalkette seen from hoher gleirsch (2492m)
the only peak that is not hidden by clouds here is the only one i haven't been on yet :-)
left to right, mostly in clouds:
riedlkarspitze
breitgrieskarspitze
große seekarspitze
marxenkarspitze
ödkarspitzen (westliche, mittlere und östliche)
birkkarspitze
kaltwasserkarspitze (visible)
Backyard birds. I have only seen Warbling Vireo at my home a couple of times. I also saw for the 2nd consecutive day an Orange-crowned Warbler but was unable to get photos both days. Before I submitted this sighting to ebird I didn't realize it was considered rare here. I believe it is staying longer than most before migrating south.
ebird.org/view/checklist/S60131743
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Scarlet Tanager (Piranga olivacea)
Breeding Male
Family: Cardinalids
JMC Pocono Property
Monroe County, PA
2016/06/13
Little Blue Heron (Egretta caerulea)
Adults
Family: Herons
Bunche Beach Preserve
Lee County, FL
2017/04/10
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Third record for Florida
Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary, Collier County, Florida
January 12, 2020
ebird.org/checklist/S63354303
Chestnut-collared Longspur (Calcarius ornatus)
Breeding Male
Family: Old World Buntings
Pawnee National Grasslands
Weld County, CO
2016/07/04
Semipalmated Plover (Charadrius semipalmatus)
Breeding Adult
Family: Plovers
Atlantic City--Steel Pier
Atlantic County, NJ
2013/08/15
The fog on Armand Bayou was as thick at dawn as I have seen it in several years and probably thicker than the juvenile Brown Pelican had seen in its entire brief life. After testing its wings and checking the wind, it rumbled down the runway, barely lifting above the water before disappearing into the mist.
Indigo Bunting (Passerina cyanea)
Breeding Male
Family: Cardinalids
JMC Pocono Property
Monroe County, PA
2016/06/09
This wasn't the ideal scenario during the day before we were going away. Usually, I'd be doing the final bits of packing, taking another look through the holiday checklist on my phone, coming to a final decision on which camera and lenses were coming with me and making sure the passports were in the bag. And with a 7am flight the next morning, from an airport that's three hours drive away, I'd be getting plenty of rest too. I thought the days of arriving sleepily at the frantically charged Silver Zone car park desk long before the first cock had crowed were a thing of the past, but this latest escapade seemed to have crept under the radar. There was a time when we'd run the gauntlet of exhaustion to maximise the amount of hours of hard won leave under the sun, but since we put ourselves out to grass, we're generally content to turn up at the airport after the initial tsunami of budget flights have carried their passengers off to Faliraki, Torremolinos and Magaluf. I'm always amazed at how many people can be found swilling pints of lager in the departure lounge at five thirty in the morning. Beer? I like it, but I don't n-n-n-need it. Coffee? Yes, I definitely do.
But today, a little over twelve hours before setting off to drive through the night in the direction of Bristol Airport, I was at the top of a ladder, balanced precariously against the leaning poplar of the back garden, that had very suddenly lurched to an even more acute angle than before, the result of a storm that had rattled through the neighbourhood the previous night. As far as I knew, the old wooden ladder in the garage hadn't been used for at least twenty years, but it seemed to have retained its structural integrity and held firm as I chopped away at the most troublesome branches, catching them as they fell and dropping them to the grass below. Ali had been adamant for several years that the tree, which had been very gradually toppling towards the greenhouse, needed to go, while I continued to rabbit on about carbon stores and campaigned for its salvation. Now, finally, I had to admit defeat and accept that the sorry looking poplar would probably have to be felled. Another lively tempest and it would almost certainly go crashing through the greenhouse, and while bringing it down safely would need a professional, I could at least remove the branches that were hanging over the topmost panes. Up a ladder with a chainsaw when you're supposed to be bringing the suitcases downstairs. Not ideal really.
Enter James, our caped crusader with a bigger chainsaw than mine. No sniggering at the back please Brian! James was a young tree surgeon, recommended by my brother, with a special emphasis on the word “surgeon.” Well, “tree” as well really I suppose. If the poplar could be saved, James, I was assured, wasn't a man for indiscriminate arboreal armageddon without good reason, and would do everything within his power to rescue it. And to our lasting surprise, he was able to come over from Falmouth today and take a look. Usually when we want anyone to come round and install, repair or remove things that are beyond our comprehension, they seem to need at least three weeks’ notice. In fact, at the time of writing we are still waiting for the electrician, the man who's going to paint the fascia boards and the guttering, and her nephew who is supposed to be fitting a new chimney cowl to replace the one that was blown off in a later autumn storm. But James was here within hours, inspecting the leaning specimen and immediately declaring that yes indeed, it did need to come down. He'd be back tomorrow and while he was here, he'd prune the sycamore that was making a bid for the roof of the house and bring down the long expired elm by the boundary wall. The magpies weren't going to be very happy about that. With the poplar no longer an immediate threat to the greenhouse, we could move on with our day. Ali told James we were about to go on holiday and then added I'd be doing some photography while we were there. Usually people just nod and move the conversation on at this point, but he was genuinely interested and asked if I could show him some of my pictures. So I introduced him to my wall. And a book. Yes, that one with the pink swirling clouds was taken in Iceland. He seemed quite impressed. What a nice young man! As long as the tree stayed upright (or as upright as it could manage) for one more night, we could relax and enjoy the holiday without worrying about what we might be returning to three weeks later.
A little more than twenty-four hours afterwards, as we dozed under a warm Mediterranean October sun on the beach, a message and accompanying video clip came through. “All done,” the message said, as we watched a short video of our hero abseiling up the tree on a rope with all the agility of a particularly large squirrel, a huge chainsaw dangling menacingly from his utility belt. Pictures followed showing a neatly stacked pile of logs as agreed, ready for the splitter and a year or two of seasoning. The poplar was no more, reduced to a fresh supply of winter fuel, and the greenhouse had survived, standing proudly in the autumn sunshine to see another day. Maybe the tomato plants will actually pay for themselves now they're no longer mostly in shadow. Last year's dismal sun starved crop worked out at about a pound for each ripened fruit.
Harsh as it sounds, I don't miss that tree. It was a continual source of discord in the household, and the back garden seems so much more spacious without it. Even in our own little world at home, the landscape is ever changing. Maybe we can mark its demise with a few extra tomatoes in the salad this summer.
Spotted Pardalote (Pardalotus punctatus punctatus), Galaringi Reserve, Carlingford, Parramatta, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S87389864
The spotted pardalote (Pardalotus punctatus) is one of the smallest of all Australian birds at 8 to 10 centimetres (3.1 to 3.9 in) in length, and one of the most colourful; it is sometimes known as the diamondbird.
Source: Wikipedia
Checklist:
Sunshine,
Still water,
Reflection,
Inquisitive (not to say vain) Border Terrier,
Towels in Car,
Floor mop back home…
White-headed Stilt (Himantopus leucocephalus), Bushells Lagoon, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S63783597
The pied stilt (Himantopus leucocephalus), also known as the white-headed stilt, is a shorebird in the family Recurvirostridae. It is widely distributed with a large total population size and apparently stable population trend, occurring in Malaysia, Japan, the Philippines, Brunei, Christmas Island, Indonesia, Palau, Papua New Guinea, Australia, and New Zealand.
Source: Wikipedia
Before each dive I go through a checklist to ensure my underwater rig is working properly - did I take the lens cap off, is the autofocus switch properly set on the lens, are the o-rings clean, is the battery sufficiently charged, etcetera. But on this dive, I failed to check everything ... the switch on the strobe trigger was not turned on. Above water this error takes just a moment to correct. The only solution underwater is to end the dive.
And of course, we find a frogfish. So I did a custom white balance on my white fins and took the shot. (Maybe not needed because the WB could be adjusted in post, but I figure I would try it out.) Much to my pleasant surprise, the image isn't dominated by blue (which usually happens underwater). Amazingly, what little red was down there was still captured by the camera. And, the look of the image is different than one taken with strobes.
So I learned something - maybe sometimes I should experiment to see what can be done without strobes. Always using strobes might get in the way of some creativity.
This orange frogfish is about 6cm long. I returned several weeks later (with strobes working) and it had doubled in size.
It's home is an elephant ear sponge (Agelas clathrodes). They are estimated to live up to 2,000 years. So in this image, the sponge is probably the more interesting living creature!
After going through its preflight checklist, juvenile Brown Pelican begins its taxi down the runway across Armand Bayou.
Painted Buttonquail (Turnix varius), Scheyville National Park, Hawkesbury, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/checklist/S100312815
The painted buttonquail (Turnix varius) is a species of buttonquail, the family Turnicidae, which resemble, but are unrelated to, the quails of Phasianidae. This species is resident in Australia where numbers are believed to be in decline. A subspecies, the Abrolhos painted buttonquail (Turnix varius scintillans), is endemic to the Houtman Abrolhos islands.
Source: Wikipedia
Red-necked Avocet (Recurvirostra novaehollandiae), Stockton Sandspit, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/australia/checklist/S64035266
The red-necked avocet (Recurvirostra novaehollandiae) also known as the Australian avocet, cobbler, cobbler's awl, and painted lady, is a wader of the family Recurvirostridae that is endemic to Australia and is fairly common and widespread throughout, except for the north and north east coastal areas of the country.
Source: Wikipedia
Frisian landscape checklist:
- flat.... CHECK
- muddy... CHECK
- empty... CHECK
- grey... CHECK
- salty smell... CHECK (well, at least in my mind)
- boring... NO WAY
Nowadays landscape photographers prefer to shoot from high mountains with spectacular light and some eye catcher in the foreground. It has become sort of an unspoken rule, just like the rule of thirds. And they come up with good shots.
With this shot I deliberatly go against the grain. It shows what I like about the frisian wadden sea landscape. There's no excitement, no hectic hustle and bustle, no spectacular eye catcher to be beheld. To me, the emptiness always conveys a sense of peace and freedom. So, take a moment to sit back, let it soak in, calm down, breathe.... and smell the salty air.
Enjoy!
Painted Buttonquail (Turnix varius), Scheyville National Park, Hawkesbury, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
ebird.org/checklist/S100312815
The painted buttonquail (Turnix varius) is a species of buttonquail, the family Turnicidae, which resemble, but are unrelated to, the quails of Phasianidae. This species is resident in Australia where numbers are believed to be in decline. A subspecies, the Abrolhos painted buttonquail (Turnix varius scintillans), is endemic to the Houtman Abrolhos islands.
Source: Wikipedia
Scarlet Myzomela (Myzomela sanguinolenta), Emu Green, Emu Plains, Penrith, NSW, Australia
Ebird checklist:
The scarlet myzomela or scarlet honeyeater (Myzomela sanguinolenta) is a small passerine bird of the honeyeater family Meliphagidae native to Australia. It was described by English ornithologist John Latham in 1801. At 9 to 11 centimetres (3.5 to 4.3 in) long, it is the smallest honeyeater in Australia.
Source: Wikipedia