Sunday, May 19, 2013

Miller: The Champagne of Canyons

Miller Canyon...with its perfect location, beautiful habitats, and relative accessibility, it is so often the object of birders' hopes and dreams, and so often the subject of many heartbreaks. The attractive qualities of Miller Canyon are superlative. The Beatty Guest Ranch in Miller Canyon is world-renowned for its variation in hummingbirds, with a North American record 14 species seen there in a single day. Additionally, it hosts an annual pair of breeding Spotted Owls, a majestic and endangered species that is not reliably found anywhere else in the state.
Despite the Owls being largely sedentary, I've made the drive down south and missed the Owls on three separate occasions, and once while joining forces with an outstanding birder ally. 
There enters the heartbreak, the spiraling depressions and benders, the broken commitments, the total total nadir of an Arizona birder's soul...a binge in Miller Canyon and leave one reeling for days. 

Heading into the belly of the beast. So young...so naive

After the most recent miss on the Owls, I was back in the Canyon within a month. I knew that this time I would find the Owls, in addition to a great many great birds, and I knew that because this time they were not the main reason for the trip back to Miller Canyon. I returned with my birding buddy Tommy, at the expense even of doing a Maricopa County east side Big Day, because there was an almighty concatenation of birds in that Huachuca Mountain pass the weekend of April 27th.   

When Western Tanagers and Magnificent Hummingbirds are some of the less remarkable bids seen on a trip...it's a good birding day.

Not only was Miller Canyon still hosting the Spotted Owls, and not only was it now receiving its normal influx of Blue-throated and Magnificent Hummingbirds, along with Dusky-capped and Buff-breasted Flycatchers, but the Canyon also had two reported Crescent-chested Warblers, a Flame-colored Tanager, Pygmy Owls, Goshawks...add in a Lucifer Hummingbird next door at Ash Canyon, and it was a feathered paradise.
A young Scott's Oriole perched on ocotillo? Not even a big deal...


Just to avoid any later disappointment, the Crescent-chested Warblers did not show that day, though we did hear some suspicious, Parula-like trilling on the trail. Thundering up and down Miller Canyon, even with dozens of other eager birders from around the southwest, including California, New Mexico, and Nevada, the odds were always heavily against finding those little birds, and we will likely hav eto wait a few more years to try again. 
But searching for Crescent-chested Warblers in Miller Canyon is like trying to find the perfect diamond in a jewelry store: there are plenty of other gems around. Also, you shouldn't eat the merchandise, nor put it in your pocket and try to leave. 


The stationary Hummingbird feeders are great attractions at the Beatty Ranch in Miller Canyon, but finding and photographing some of the Hummers away from the feeders, like this female Blue-throated below, presents an enjoyable challenge, especially when warblers are being all anti-social. 


Like the other southeastern Arizona mountain ranges, Miller Canyon and the Huachucas host the brown-backed Arizona Woodpecker. The Cactus Wren is a mighty mascot for state bird, but this fellow would've done well too, even if it is esoteric in its location. With an ability to climb, eat, and fight crime while upside down, these Woodpeckers, like Nuthatches, make Spiderman seem blasé. 


Every birding trip of 3+ hours driving needs to produce a rarity of some sort, and that rarity must have a grainy, backlit portrait taken. Miller Canyon is peculiar in that is hosts so many great birds, and so many birds that are not found much elsewhere in the country, but within the mountain range they're locally common. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, this Flame-colored x Western Tanager applied for a job in the 'rarity' department. With the yellowish wingbar and weaker orange coloration (seems like a crime to say, doesn't it) disqualifying this bird as being a pure Flame-colored, it is in the odd position of being rarer than either a Western or regular Flame-colored, and yet, as far as the lister is concerned, more or less useless. This is the plight of the hybrid bird, but a plight that does not at all extend into the realm of aesthetic enjoyment.


On the drive down from Phoenix, Tommy and I stopped to do some owling on Mt. Lemmon in Tucson the night before. It cost a good night's sleep, but we heard Flammulated, Western-Screech, Mexican Whip-poor-will, Great-horned, and N. Saw-whet Owl (nice!) all on the mountain. This fortunate prelude of owling could've been interpreted two ways. Either it was going to be a very owl-y weekend, or we used up our Owl luck in Tucson.
It was the first possibility that proved true, and we made sure right away. Before hours of hiking up and down Miller Canyon, scouring every bush and analyzing every trilll for the CCWA, we spotted the Spotted nemesis sitting in a choke-cherry tree.


Knowing he could thwart us no longer, that we had his number, that his ticket was up, the Owl still did its best to frustrate, ducking away and pretending to scratch an itch on its back. I could just be bitter, since I too get itches on my back and cannot scratch them in this fashion, thus begging the question, what the heck good is our spinal chord anyway?


When the perch has been found, the hard part is done. though the morning light was behind the bird, we eventually had some great, overdue face-time, and I should also stress that the Owl was not stressed or harassed in any way beyond our unavoidable proximity, perched as it was fairly near the trail. For better or worse, we gawking birders were business as usual for this freckled hooter.


Forgive my indulgence here, but I've dipped on this bird consistently for two years of trying, so I took a lot of photos at long last. At one point the Owl started preening and chewing on its feet--something I often see Burrowing Owl do too, but in some photos it looks like he's got twigs, leaves, or even maybe the remain of a critter stuck in there.


With the Spotted Owl secured, it was time to thunder up and down the mountain in the hopes of seeing some rarer and much more energetic birds. We scoured the lower washes, turning up many warblers, tanagers, and sparrows. We trekked up higher, turning up Greater Pewee, woodpeckers, Siskins, and Buff-breasted Flycatchers.


In our Warbler search, which did turn up just about every other possible warbler in the area, including Red-faced and Virginia's, we did a fair amount of exploring around a bend in the wash where another birder reported seeing a Northern Pygmy Owl being mobbed the day before. Exploring the pine trees around the trail, I found whitewash deposits but all the elevated staring in the world couldn't produce that little eight inch poof ball I was looking for, only dozens of Wilson's Warblers.


Later in the afternoon, while quintouple-checking that same area for the elusive Warblers, we met up with fellow Arizonan and fantastic birder Kurt Radamaker, who spotted a small but well-worn hole in a nearby scrub oak. A little patience...and there it was.


"Who dares to disturb my slumber!?"
Our sixth owl species in 12 hours, this was a super find and one of the highlights of the day. On one hand, the bird's limited visibility kept it from being a perfect sighting, but on the other hand, actually getting the Owl-in-a-hole experience isn't as normal a treat as common consensus and Halloween decorations would have us believe.


This is another Owl species I'd been trying and hoping to see for some time, with them occurring regularly but elusively on Mt. Ord in Maricopa County. It just goes to show that, like with the Spotted Owls, one of the best ways to find a really cool bird is to look for something else entirely (but also really, really cool). What's that really cheesy expression, 'shoot for the stars and land on the moon' or something? Yeah, it's kinda like that.


With Ash Canyon and Sierra Vista grasslands beckoning after Miller Canyon, there was no time nor desire to crack open a few of the High Life when we finally called it quits on the Warbler (nor time and desire for smokes after Ash Canyon, nor Sierra Nevadas after Sierra Vista, etc). No no, there were birds to see. We saved all the prodigious drinking for the drive home.
Drinking water that is! Ha ha..ha...

            
Smiles all round'

17 comments:

  1. Pretty cool stuff! Love those owls!

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  2. Great adventure and owls Laurence!!

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  3. So. jealous. Can't. speak. Too many owls. Too much cuteness. Can't. cope.

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    1. Yeah worthy birder, a lot of people get that way when I flash em' my hooters. I do it for the attention of course.

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    2. Maybe I'll just keep my warblers to myself then.

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    3. Also, is that the same shirt as your profile image?

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    4. Oh yes, I have 1 of 2 regular birding shirts--very fashionable.

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    5. Nice. I have a cardboard box of field clothing most of which I never bother to wear. I have a similar shirt - might be a tad more greenish than yours, but basically same deal plaid, short sleeved, Columbia brand. I pulled it out to wear for the kestreling on Wednesday I think as a subconscious response to your photo.

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    6. Nice! I have a box of regular clothing I never wear.
      I rock the long-sleeves (usually rolled) in case too much sun, or cold, merits extra cover. Also I have a contract with Massimo Supply Co. to only wear their products while birding, in exchange for $10,000,000.

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    7. Right now I have many boxes of clothing as I am moving on Saturday. I bring layers for that reason rain and cold. For sun I generally forget sunscreen. In my pack I have 2 long sleeve shirts, a fleece, and a rain jacket. Possibly a second pair of socks. In my car I have a sweatshirt, sweater, pair of jeans, light jacket, and several pairs of shoes. I really only bring the pack so I have somewhere to stash my tea while I'm walking around.

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  4. Notice that the Spotted Owl was winking at us in those pictures?! That's cool in itself. Almost like it thinks were the birding studs or something cool like that. What a fantastic post, and I thought the one to Birding is Fun was very cool too!

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    1. Thanks Tommy. This is the extended addition and, in response to your initial questions, heck yes I noticed! That Owl knew we had put in our time, that we were pure of heart, the chosen ones, etc. You betcha!

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    2. I think they know deep down that they are the nemesis just so that when they make their grand entrance, the moment will be much more epic:)

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  5. Wow, that was a really long back and forth on clothing. Anyway, excellent birding here, Laurence. Truly tops. A NOPO peaking out of a hole? A Spotted Owl just hanging out? A hybrid tanager? You are living the dream!

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    1. Yeah, I'm comfortable talking clothing, no big deal.

      If you're accusing me of fabricating this post based on a dream I had, then well...good eye.

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