Showing posts with label gulls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gulls. Show all posts

Friday, February 27, 2026

Gray

The rain ended but the overcast persisted.  The pileated pair argued about pecking order. When they left a Carolina wren took over the suet.   A myrtle warbler pecked forlornly at the barkbutter crumbs.  A mockingbird was getting ready to do the same when a starling knocked it off the dish.  All that for nothing.  A junco foraged under the seed feeder along with sparrows.  

Out on the creek, a ring bill gull rested on a post.   A pine warbler watched from the feeder hanger while a wren chased crumbs in the glass dish.  Then a white throat had to have a look.  Then a bluebird and a starling.  The starling moved on to the suet.  Both wrens took turns on the feeders.  Meanwhile two female orioles queued up for the jelly.  


Monday, February 23, 2026

Hungry birds

At breakfast,I saw no evidence that any snow fell overnight, but K said I should have looked in the front yard.   Some fuzzy clouds floated in sunshine, but by 10am we had overcast.  The birds were glad to find all the feeders open.  Bluebirds went after the mealworm barkbutter mix but so did white throats, pine warblers, and Carolina wrens.  The pileated pair were only interested in suet.  The male evicted the female.  A bold (or hungry) downy tried to share with the red belly but the red belly decided on seeds.  Later he scared a warbler off the suet.  A song sparrow came a-foraging with the white throats.  Blue jays picked over the barkbutter balls.  

The great blackback gull was back.  A small flock of buffleheads paddled around the dock most of the day.  I spotted a female hoodie among them.  A handful of vultures kept circling over the water.  Several pelicans fished and one perched on a piling.  A ring bill gull flew by.

At lunch, the birds brightened the dull light.  A myrtle warbler joined its pine cousins.    First a white breasted nuthatch then a brown headed showed up.  Bluebirds, white throats,  and wrens returned.  I missed a shot at a male oriole but two females were more cooperative.  I could tell them apart because one was a darker orange than the other.  A mockingbird watched from across the pool patio but didn't come to eat.  A brown thrasher, however, dug right in.  

 

Friday, February 20, 2026

Waterfowl

A wren dug into the seeds for breakfast.  So did a downy. I saw a goldfinch, but it got away.   A brown headed nuthatch also collected seeds.  K put our a fresh block of suet and the warblers found it.  The clouds lifted as time passed. At high tide, I spotted the orange cat perched on a stump at the water's edge.  

Pelicans fished along our stretch of the creek.  A variety of gulls fished too - herring, ring bill, and black back.  The sight of a great black back gull with a fish attracted a young pelican still in brown plumage.  A great egret flew upstream.  A cormorant photo-bombed a picture of a gull.  I saw another red breasted merganser.  A great blue heron stood watch below the dam. A mallard pair paddled across the water.  A female bufflehead dived.  


Saturday, February 14, 2026

Robins

There was a light frost and a skin of ice on the creek at first, but the sun quickly warmed everything.  A little flock of robins landed to drink from the pool puddle.  I was not surprised they were thirsty because there's been no rain this month and very little in January.  A different flock squabbled in the back yard across the creek.  It looked to me like one vulture had something that the others wanted.  They spread out their wings and danced around like boxers.  I saw one with a black head and several with red heads.  An eagle swooped past and kept going.  

At the feeders we had a red belly, a blue jay, a Carolina wren, a mockingbird, a bluebird, a pair of orioles, a pine and a myrtle warbler.  On the ground, the song sparrow joined the white throats.  A crow promenaded past the door.   The blue jay scolded me for letting the barkbutter balls run low.  

A brown headed nuthatch showed up for lunch.  Most of the breakfast birds returned.  I also saw through the trees an egret and a pelican and a duck I couldn't identify.   That made me decide to do a third bird count from a window with a better view of the creek.  I was rewarded with a bufflehead, a pair of hooded mergansers, and a red breasted merganser.  Pelicans were easier to photograph and I could identify the gulls.  One was a ringed bill and another was a great black backed gull.  At least four cormorants were fishing or drying out.  

I finally succeeded in accessing eBird on the laptop and using Merlin on the phone. 

Sunday, February 8, 2026

Frigid

We had a very cold, windy night below 20° and windy enough to prevent the creek from icing.  I wonder if I've lost any plants to this abnormally cold couple of weeks.  I read that a high over Greenland was blocking circumpolar winds and pushing them South.  Small birds need a lot of food in this weather.  Bluebirds arrived very early.  The female oriole was close behind.  A turkey vulture perched on the dock piling.  With no feathers on their heads, I wonder if they get frostbite?  I guess it was our day for big black birds - a crow foraged under the seed feeder.  Blue jays (also corvids even if not black) preferred barkbutter balls.  

A mockingbird came next, then a male oriole.  The female demanded another turn at the BBBalls so the male went for jelly.  Well, the female hustled over and evicted him.  She took her sweet time while he waited.  Meanwhile, the aggressive butterbutt kept ambushing other warblers and chasing them all over the yard.  And while it wasted energy, bigger birds ate their fill.  A brown thrasher took over the barkbutter feeder.  A Carolina wren finally showed up at the feeders, followed by a white breasted nuthatch, then a mockingbird, then a white throated sparrow.  

Across the creek, a great blue heron rested on the new bulkhead.  Dirt covered the yard behind the bulkhead and I noticed scrapes on the trees.  A herring gull found something in the water and a mallard drake had to investigate.  A crow watched from the dock.  I got a couple of glimpses of an eagle.  Like the eagle, pelicans were always behind twigs that threw the camera focus off.  A downy pecked at the suet.  I spotted a pine warbler up in the redwood, probably avoiding the mad butterbutt.  The male red belly had some seeds.  I noticed the sweet gum balls were sparse this year which might explain the house finch squabbling at the seed feeder.  Sunshine warmed the day up to 30°.  The orioles and warblers emptied the jelly dish.  K refilled the barkbutter dish several times.  


Saturday, February 7, 2026

Temperature dropping

A dusting of snow lay on the concrete, evidence that the ground was frozen.  Wind whipped the trees and passing clouds made the sunlight blink.  The birds went through a lot of food.  A Carolina wren woke up hungry.  Then a titmouse came for seeds.  White throats foraged in the frozen mulch.  Three bluebirds watched from the wild cherry.  

Out on the creek, I saw herring gulls and a hoodie drake.  A handful of buffleheads flew downstream and a pelican flew upstream and landed on the dock.  Of course there were mallards.  A great blue heron strutted by with its catch.  

The red bellied woodpecker joined us for lunch.   Bluebirds and white throats appreciated the barkbutter refill.  A mockingbird lurked in a dogwood, seeming upset at the competition.  Then a male Baltimore oriole brightened the jelly dish.  A blue jay drank from the pool puddle.  That water is the last to freeze.  A white breasted nuthatch ate barkbutter balls.  The female oriole showed up and made the male wait for jelly.  Two orioles and several warblers consume it fast.  A myrtle warbler wasted energy chasing other warblers away from food.  

 

Friday, February 6, 2026

Undertakers' converntion

The red bellied woodpecker was up early for suet.  Out on the creek, herring and ring bill gulls were fishing along with one bufflehead drake.  Pelicans flew over and the resident GBH chased another away.  Bluebirds ate seeds while a white throat complained that the barkbutter dish was empty.  Myrtle warblers got aggressive.  Clouds moved in.  A flock of vultures settled in the trees.  Bluebirds ignored them because I had refilled the dish.  Carolina wrens were pleased too.  A white breasted nuthatch ate seeds. The downy ate suet.  


Monday, December 15, 2025

Hard freeze

The ant moats were solid ice but the creek flowed free.  A Carolina wren was hungry enough to brave the cold.  Soon a white throat arrived.  I had a meeting but kept an eye on the creek.  Gulls and pelicans flew over the creek and egrets prowled under the bulkhead.  Female buffleheads dived and the sun shone.  

The songbirds emptied the dish of mealworms but I waited till after lunch when the temperature had climbed to 32°° to dash outside.  It took the birds a little while to forgive me.  The wren took a barkbutter ball down to the concrete and hammered it into fragments.  The orange crowned warbler chose jelly and followed up with suet, then checked out the barkbutter.  Meanwhile a white throat was foraging under the seed feeder.  The wren decided that looked like a good idea.  

In the late afternoon, egrets congregated on the sunny side of the lake.  Pelicans returned to patrol the creek as the light faded.  




Friday, November 28, 2025

Fishing

The sun shone, but a cold wind kept me inside.  Small clouds drifted across the blue sky.  I glimpsed the first bufflehead of the Fall migration.  Unfortunately it was just passing behind a tree and it didn't reappear.  The feeders were busy.  Cardinals, chickadees, and titmice wanted seeds.  A pine warbler ate barkbutter balls and an orange crowned warbler ate jelly.  Then a female oriole had some jelly and a drink.  

A female kingfisher rested on the back of the dock bench.   A different yellow cat showed up on the patio.  It wasn't as long-haired as the other.  In the late afternoon, a fishing frenzy began with cormorants, gulls, and great egrets.  One great blue heron and a couple of crows followed the action.  I counted a couple dozen egrets resting in the pines after fishing.  Oddly, I didn't see any fishing ducks  



Sunday, November 9, 2025

Cormorant flock

The day began overcast and wet but the sun was out by noon.  The wind wasn't as strong.  The temperature rose into the lower 70s and wasps feasted on the camellia flowers.   I counted six buds and three open flowers on the yellow rose.  An insect was investigating the buds but wouldn't stay put to be identified.  Chickadees and a couple of titmice ate seeds.  A squirrel cleaned up below.  

I must have missed them pursuing fish upstream but around 2:30pm a big flock of cormorants came paddling and flying downstream, some bathing or churning up the water.  They streamed past for several minutes.  One pelican photo-bombed a picture and several gulls circled over the creek.  Mallards watched from the bank.  



Thursday, March 13, 2025

Fog

I like morning fog but this didn't burn off.  Instead it congealed into gray overcast.  A heron was almost invisible perched on a piling.  A cormorant blended into the gray water. Another tried to dry out on the piling where the heron had been.  A hoodie pair were easier to see, at least he was.  Later the piling held a ring-billed gull. 

A bluebird came for seeds and a red belly for barkbutter balls.  A blue jay didn't find much left in the dish and tried some seeds instead.  A white throat perched on a hickory twig.  A mockingbird watched from the roof before flying to the barkbutter dish.  A Carolina wren chose suet. 


Saturday, March 8, 2025

Kingfisher and eagle

Thin bars of cloud striped the blue sky.   A Carolina wren joined us for breakfast.  A mockingbird followed.  An egret perched on a post downstream while another waded.  Gulls patrolled the creek and cormorants dived.  Three pelicans sunbathed on the roof of the boathouse across the creek. 

Two mockingbirds came for lunch.  So did a pair of bluebirds.  The Carolina wren was back too, eating some of everything.  While morning was sunny, over lunch the sky clouded up.  Two egrets looked tor the best place to fish.  Bluebirds and the occasional white throat ate barkbutter crumbs.  The mockingbirds sampled the different offerings. Three daffodil varieties bloomed.  A light shower occurred around 2pm, then gradually the sky cleared again.

I was looking for pelicans in the late afternoon when I spotted a kingfisher. Cormorants, pelicans, a great blue heron, and a female hoodie passed, then I saw something swoop.  Crows came after it and finally I saw it between the goose fences.  I was afraid it was trapped but it flew out with no trouble.  Meanwhile, the kingfisher had teleported downstream.  




Thursday, March 6, 2025

Gray day

Today was cooler, still windy, and mostly overcast, but full of birds.  A female bluebird came for seeds.  A myrtle warbler preferred suet.  The cardinals were courting -- he ferried seeds all of 15 inches up to her.  I guessed it was the thought that counted.  A mockingbird settled for seeds.  A red bellied woodpecker watched from the trees.  White throats foraged in the mulch under the feeder.  The male oriole settled for suet and the female did the same.  A male bluebird took over the seeds from the female.  The female oriole considered the seeds and sampled them.  Even a blue jay was hungry enough for seeds.  I refilled the dishes and a myrtle warbler inspected first the jelly, then the barkbutter balls.  Gulls, pelicans, and cormorants pursued fish. 

The sky was brighter at lunch.  I saw another pelican.  A Carolina wren found what remained of the barkbutter crumbs.  Then a bluebird poked at the crumbs and complained.  A female brown headed cowbird paused on the seed feeder hanger.  Hooded mergansers fished and socialized.  The male red belly finally came to eat suet.  When he left a wren moved in, then a downy.  By evening there were rents in the clouds and some sunset color as the cormorants flew home.   



Monday, March 3, 2025

Still cold

Overnight dropped below freezing and the pepper plants were outside.  Again the mockingbird was an early, and very puffed up, visitor.  A myrtle warbler ate jelly.  A row of ruddy ducks floated past.  Many cormorants fished and I saw a pelican go by.  The gulls were back too.  An egret prowled the shore.  I saw shoveler drakes again on the lake.  



Sunday, March 2, 2025

Gone fishing

A Carolina wren greeted the morning. One junco was still foraging with the white throats.  A goldfinch visited the seed feeder and ran into trouble with the aggressive butterbutt.  I only saw one mockingbird, or maybe one at a time.  The Baltimore orioles were unhappy that the jelly dish was on the ground.  We don't know how that happened.  The male oriole checked the ant moat since it is also red.  Today was so much colder -- 31° when I got up -- that I was unwilling to deal with the dish feeders.  Anyway, there were starlings.  A white breasted nuthatch got some seeds. 

At lunch, the red belly returned.   A wren wanted to share the suet.  I could see hoodies and ruddy ducks on the creek but foliage kept interfering with the camera focus.  One hoodie hen got a fish.  A pine warbler was bullied by the butterbutt.  A bluebird watched for a long time before landing on the feeder. 

I saw more gulls today than all winter.  A young eagle snatched a fish in front of me.  A great blue heron watched.  A few cormorants dived after fish.  I spotted a shoveler on the lake.   Even a crow got a fish but I think another bird dropped it.  Something zoomed around on the surface of the creek and the eagle went after it.  





Saturday, December 21, 2024

Winter solstice

The short day was sunny and cold but not as windy as I expected.  The creek was coated with leaves so maybe the wind blew in the night.  A bufflehead drake floated among dock pilings with their barnacles exposed.  White throats scrounged for seeds.  Blue jays picked at barkbutter crumbs.  The female oriole returned but didn't cooperate with the camera at first.  

Crows and a gull flew back and forth across the creek.  The oriole returned at lunch and posed.  A Carolina wren hopped around.  A pine warbler noticed that I had refilled the barkbutter dish.  I noticed something white way up in a pine tree across the creek.  Just as I was about to give up on identifying it, it revealed itself as a great blue heron's beak.  K harvested the last pepper and brought the plants inside. 



Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Sunny and dry

Yesterday, the kingfisher was back on her post, but not for long.  Maybe I bothered her?  The domestic cherry leaves began to turn.  Saltbush fluff was snagged everywhere. 

There was still not much to see today beyond the turning leaves and pretty reflections under a beautiful blue sky.  In the afternoon, faint cloud ridges formed.  

Tufted titmice visited the barkbutter balls.  A Carolina wren scurried under a chair.  A blue jay and some gulls flew overhead.  The three regulars -- cardinals, house finches, chickadees -- ate seeds.  

A Canada goose stood on the back of the dock bench.  I spotted a pied bill grebe in the water with a mallard for scale.  



Monday, October 21, 2024

Morning moon

A heavy dew condensed overnight.  I noticed when I went out to refill feeders and take pictures of the waning gibbous moon.  The day warmed up fast and the breeze was pleasant, not chilling.  The creek was a placid mirror most of the time.  Mallards scribbled on it with their wakes.  At lunch time gulls passed overhead.  A duskywing skipper landed on a violet leaf and appeared to be sipping sap from a damaged area.  Unfortunately, another leaf was in the way of a clear photo.  Among all the fluff blowing off the saltbush there was a small, pale butterfly like a summer azure.  It didn't perch and I wasted pixels trying to catch it in flight.  I also saw a cabbage white.  The beautyberries lost some of their beauty as they shriveled and got redder.  Wild cherry leaves turned yellow and made me think of fairy gold that reverts to leaves. 



Friday, September 27, 2024

Hurricane weather

Both kinds of nuthatches stocked up with their equivalent of "bread and milk."  Titmice crowded the seed feeder.  A downy woodpecker had barkbutter balls.  The female juvenile cardinal was beginning to get the hang of feeding herself but still begged.  A squirrel ate dogwood berries.  So did a mockingbird.  A foraging squirrel was covered with warbles.  A blue jay stayed in the trees.  A monarch butterfly briefly visited the butterfly milkweed.

Hurricane Helene was a long way off but even so, local weather was affected.  The morning was overcast but quiet.  Rain began around 2:30pm and gradually got heavier.  The tide was still running high for the point in the lunar cycle.  I glimpsed a couple of gulls but they flew out of sight immediately.  



Thursday, September 19, 2024

Sunshine!

There were still a lot of clouds but I was grateful for every moment the sun got through them.   A hummer found the feeder but was too anxious to perch.  I wondered if it was a tourist migrating South rather than one that nested here.  Downy woodpeckers availed themselves of seeds and barkbutter balls.  A white breasted nuthatch was gone before the camera was ready but brown headed nuthatches were more cooperative.  

High tide over-topped the dock.  When it receded, mallards moved in.  They looked bedraggled and the males were in eclipse.  I glimpsed a small bird in flight that might have been a kingfisher, or something else.  Southern purple mint moths were everywhere.  A red spotted purple danced through the trees.  It amazed me at how easily those colors disappeared against green leaves.  

The fungus no longer looked appetizing, more like moldy bread.  I had a good, if chilly, swim.  A skink, a mama spider and her spiderlings, and two crickets got a second chance at life on dry land.  Vast quantities of leaves and needles clogged the skimmer, floated on the surface, and sank to the bottom.  I heard a red bellied woodpecker but didn't see it. 

When I got home from a meeting, I went back outside.  A couple dozen gulls flew over. headed Northwest.  It was impossible to be sure but they might have been laughing gulls in winter plumage.  Three young mockingbirds feasted on beautyberries.  I knew they were young because their eyes had not yet turned yellow.  

A rustling in the dogwood turned out to be a red eyed vireo.  It seemed curious about me.  A rustling in the undergrowth might have been another, but all I could see was a belly in shadow.   A hummer monitored all this from the top of the wild cherry.  The boy cardinal came back, still begging his mama for food.  The kid was a bottomless pit.  Poor worn out mother.  A great blue heron flew up into the pine behind the hackberry where the vegetation mostly hid it.  Sunset cast a warm caramel glow on the clouds.