There is that certain phenomenon birders have--the closest one word I've found to describe it is synchronicity--when you'll go for years without seeing a bird, or have never seen a bird before, and then after that first watershed sighting, you'll see a whole bunch more soon after. I had such a sort of serendipitous time at the Water Ranch. Earlier this week I had seen Common Yellow Throats, Marsh Wrens, Yellow-Rumped Warblers, and a Loggerhead Shrike, which were all unexpected sightings. I saw all of these species again, within 2 hours, at the Gilbert Water Ranch, and fortunately this time I was slightly more prepared.
I started off by the central entrance with the largest and deepest pond (the one that's always full). As soon as I crossed the bridge, I heard the now familiar calls of two Marsh Wrens, and after a few minutes of patience, I was rewarded with an uncommonly good glimpse of the wary birds in the dull morning light.
I had seen a couple of Marsh Wrens at the McCormick ponds on Tuesday, but had been unable to get a picture that clearly identified them. Now, with great fanfare, the Marsh Wrens were clearly blessing my excursion--deeming me worthy--and I continued on with a tempest of confidence and heavy stomping, which was unappreciated by a few nearby Ring-Necked Ducks.
I didn't see any Avocets today, but the ponds still had large numbers of Black-Necked Stilts as well as Canada Geese and Mallards.
The Red-Wing Blackbirds had arrived in full force, as had the White-Crowned Sparrows. Their immediate visual appeal, as well as their charming calls and lively behavior will keep any birder charmed, so it was very nice to have them bouncing all over the trails and never allowing for a dull moment.
Pond 5 had a particularly large concentration of Northern Pintails, although unfortunately they weren't in their full breeding regalia. I hadn't actually ever written the Pintails down on my List, so I guess this makes them a new bird. There were maybe two dozen around one pond, and I really look forward to seeing them in spring as I think they're one of the prettiest ducks when done up right.
There was also an abundance of the stately American Coots, which are rather curiously listed as 'uncommon' in my Peterson Field Guide. I'm pretty sure I've seen the Coots in or around every single pond, lake, and golf course in Phoenix, although that over exposure doesn't make them any less pleasant.
As I was observing the Pintails, I noticed a pair of Pied-Billed Grebes frolicking in the shade on the opposite side of the pond. The ideal photo spot was already occupied by a transfixed gentleman with an impressive 500mm lens tripod weather-controlling time-freezing setup, so I slowly infiltrated my way around to the Grebes' side of the pond and sat amidst the brush, waiting for my chance.
While I was waiting in photographic ambuscade, I was briefly visited by my burgeoning nemesis the Common Yellowthroat.
I managed a quick hip-shot, just to prove I'm not crazy and keep this ethereal bird from joining the ranks of Bigfoot, El Chupacabra, and the Wilson's Warbler as mysterious creatures only ever seen in shady, out-of-focus areas. Maybe this would be a good photo to submit for one of those tricky online bird identification quizzes?
I was also visited by a passing group of Yellow-Rumped Warblers (fall plumage), another bird I had seen only recently and was now seeing repeatedly at the Water Ranch.
By this time the Grebes had slowly made their way into my photographic line of sight, and it was the delight of the day to finally be close to these charming birds, to watch them swim and fish while the other envious waterfowl looked on and watched.
I had never noticed how the eye-ring continues onto the top of the beak. Very cool.
After observing the Grebes for a while, I left them to their lunch and proceeded to the mudflats. Many of the Stilts and Geese had vacated to more aqueous areas as the sun climbed higher in the sky, but one stubborn Wilson's Snipe had decided to stick it out.
She was pretty far out in the pond--too far for my autofocus to even work--so with manual focus and an increased f-stop I did what I could. The Snipes will start to congregate in large and confidence-boosting numbers later this winter (I remember seeing dozens last December), so I'm looking forward to another opportunity then.
As I started back towards the parking lot, I noticed an odd bird flying in from the west. It was about the size and coloration of a Mockingbird (and there were plenty of those around), but the white patches seemed out of place.
I was delighted to have the mystery bird land not too far away, and realize it was the second Loggerhead Shrike I had seen now in the last three days.
This is only the third Shrike I've seen, and the second sighting came rather surprisingly a few evenings ago while I was out walking with Maria. I'm not overly satisfied with the pictures, which don't do justice to such a cool bird, but he was not in any mood to hang around. He had some small critters to torment somewhere, and he was soon on his way.
It was another great day at the Ranch with plenty of the usual and plenty of the unexpected. It capped off this rigorous week of birding in a most satisfactory way, and reiterated the fun and surprise that is near-gauranteed with every bird-related outing.
I thought it would be fun to invert some of the Stilt photos, but in fact it mostly just makes my head hurt.