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In honor of Throwback Thursday, here's a flashback of the time the Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge posted my photo of a red-tailed hawk on their Facebook page...

Please feel free to follow the link to their Facebook page HERE and like the photo!

Photogentic Subjects

On Thursday, our trip to the refuge was amazing as always. I think we'd be happy if we only saw a lone mallard and nothing else. That's how much we enjoy our time there!

Luckily for you, we saw a whole heck of a lot more than one duck. We saw (and heard) pheasants, meadowlarks, egrets, herons, red-winged blackbirds, pintails, marsh wrens, white-fronted geese, deer, a cormorant, a buzzard, a black-necked stilt, and a long-billed curlew. There were also a few deer and I saw my first ever raccoon.

On the auto tour, there were so many swarms of bugs that we couldn't roll the windows down to take photos. The mosquitoes are big enough to strap a saddle on and take for a ride!

The pheasants are difficult to get photos of. As soon as they hear you coming, they duck into the brush and disappear. And the red-winged blackbirds are flighty and like to hide in the camouflage of the reeds. On the other hand, this little killdeer had no problem posing for the camera.

There were quite a few greater white-fronted geese, but not nearly as many as there will be in the coming months at the refuge.

This great blue heron was quite a ways away, but with my new camera we were able to get a decent picture of him standing (on one leg it looks like!) in the field.

Black-necked stilts are one of my favorites and we jokingly call them the oreo cookie bird. The cool reflection on the water makes this photo one of my favorites of the day.

This handsome fellow is a long-billed curlew. He was hanging out with the stilt and a group of egrets.

Much to our surprise, a pair of raccoons walked through the group! They looked like hunchback cats and they lumbered past the egrets like they had somewhere important to be. I've never seen a raccoon in person before and was thrilled we were in the right place at the right time to catch a glimpse of these masked critters.

One of them stopped long enough to glare at us before continuing on his way.

This double-crested cormorant would have been overlooked with the naked eye, but when we scanned these ducks with binoculars, we knew we had found something special.  He preened his feathers while the ducks in front of him bobbed in the water for food.

And now, my favorite photo of the day. No matter how many times I see an egret, I still can't get over how incredibly beautiful they are. Their beaks and eyes are fierce and yet their white feather flutter in the breeze, wispy and soft. This great egret posed for me in between preening and I've already printed out a copy to frame and hang in my office.

Now that I've finally finished sorting through the photos from our trip, I'm ready to turn right back around and go again!

Duck Stamp

Thursday, when we went to the refuge, we stopped by the office to purchase our duck stamp and annual pass. (Both aren't required for admission, but we like supporting the cause any way we can.)

Time after time, the refuge brings me incredible joy and I'm thankful to have such a beautiful, peaceful and inspiring place to visit year-round.

On Our Way

 

Today is the first day of October. Clouds have rolled in and it's been sprinkling on and off all morning. The cloud cover will probably burn off by the afternoon as there are already clear spots in the sky where the sun is trying to peek through.

We are on our way to the refuge and I couldn't be happier. Even on a Thursday, the freeway is busy and full of semi-trucks hauling their loads up and down the interstate. As we draw closer to the refuge, I feel the excitement bubble up in my chest. Sure, I can see birds in my own backyard, but there's something exhilarating about being out in the wild wide open where you aren't sure what species you're going to see next. (And there aren't any egrets in my back yard either!)

After nearly six months of summer and triple digit temperatures, the rain (however little) is a welcome sight. The closer we get to the refuge, the fewer the clouds. We pass by farms, orchards, hay fields, and acres of undeveloped land. By the time we reach the entrance, the clouds are breaking apart and the foothills are clearly visible on the horizon. The rainy morning is just a memory now.

The Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge waits for us with its gorgeous views, myriad birds, and endless inspiration.

Welcome, it says.
I can hear the word clearly on the gentle wind that rustles through the tall grasses and reeds. And I can hear it on the wings of the mighty hawk as it soars above us, searching for its prey...

Welcome.

First Day of Autumn

This has been the neverending summer. The sweltering heat doesn't seem to deter the birds at my feeders, but I've been unable to see them because my blinds are shut tight to keep out the glaring sun. (We're talking triple digits into the middle of September here!) We keep filling up the feeders and they keep turning up empty a few days later, so I know someone is getting some enjoyment out of them!

Boy, am I looking forward to some cloudy (and hopefully rainy!) days this fall so that I can open up and see what's been making all that noise out there this summer.

Rain, rain, please come this way!

The Biggest Year

I'm so inspired by #NoahsBigYear! It makes me want to write a sequel to Wild Ice! My readers are primarily hockey fans, but when I feel the need to write another bird-themed book, I just might have to find a way to tie the two together again.

If you haven't already heard, Noah Strycker from Oregon (*looks North and waves hello*) already broke the record and he still has three months left to go in his big year!

How amazing it must be to travel around the world in search of new and different bird species. I've never been out of the country (yes, Canada, I'm comin' for you one day), so I can only imagine what Noah's adventure must be like. The furthest I've ever traveled to see birds was a little over 160 miles to Humboldt Bay National Wildlife Refuge.

What's the furthest you've ever traveled for birds?

Love is in the air...

These two Doves have been hanging around my backyard for weeks.

When they first showed up, he stood guard while she pecked around and had her fill of the fallen seed from the feeders. It's the cutest thing to watch how protective he is of her :)

And then the other day I caught them smooching!

Carry on, you two love birds, carry on.