These Kingfishers are like a morning alarm clock only the Snooze button doesn’t work and we can’t unplug it from the wall. hahaha …and it’s not as annoying.
When a single Kingfisher is working the river it doesn’t make this much noise (watch video below). So I’m guessing that these Kingfishers are young birds being taught how to fish. Either the parents are giving lots of encouragement to their young or the children are saying “Wait up! Wait up! I’m hungry! I’m tired!” Or maybe both?
Whatever is going on, they are fun to watch. We’ve seen as many as 6 Kingfishers working this part of the Alsea River at one time. Occasionally they actually splash in the water to catch a bite to eat.
This is the first time I’ve seen a cormorant this far up the Alsea River. I know he’s here for the food but I wonder if there is a certain type of fish he’s followed up the river? Chinook are too big even for a cormorant. Double-crested cormorants are the most plentiful here so that’s probably what he is.
Although I was sad to see this pretty little Kingfisher was dying, I was excited to see one up close.
He didn’t suffer very long after I saw him. I don’t know how long he’d been hurt though. I didn’t do an autopsy to find out what caused his demise.
What a beautiful bird!
Suspicious and Guilty were chasing each other around this morning. Maybe we’ll have rabbit for Thanksgiving this year?! hahaha – just KIDDING!
I’m going to dye them pastel colors and send them to the grandkids for Christmas presents. 🙂
Since archery season opened last week I haven’t seen 1 elk!
I still see the black-tailed doe with her spotted twins but not as often. No one is eating the early apples falling from our trees.
So my focus has turned to birds.
Hint: He’s got a black head, white collar and grey back and he is smack-dab in the middle of the photo.
I hear the kingfisher many times during the day. He chatters as he flies up or down the Alsea River. He’ll even land in our nearby tree. But he is SO aware of his surroundings that I cannot sneak out to get a good photo of him. This photo is when he landed in a tree 40 yards away. I saw about where he landed and tried to find him in my lens. I couldn’t see him until I got it onto the computer. This is a Belted Kingfisher. They differ from the Ringed Kingfisher in the color of their belly.
I love watching the kingfishers fish. Sometimes they hover high above the water and then dive straight down into it to catch their prey. I’ve also seen them dive in at an angle. But they aren’t like the eagle or osprey; who don’t seem to break stride when they catch. Kingfishers go under water and seem to struggle under the weight of their wet feathers to fly off again. I haven’t tried to get an action shot since this one last June.
Another skiddish critter around here is the Brush Rabbit (I prefer Brush Bunny). The Brush Bunny is an Oregon native and of the cottontail family. Some people are convinced that the bunnies seen in Tillicum Campground are pygmy rabbits but those only live in the dense sagebrush areas of southeast Oregon. (reference: http://www.dfw.state.or.us/species/docs/rabbit.pdf)
Why did the bunny cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Was that joke funny when it was about chickens? Or was it because I was 6?
We had to go try it out. I’ve been trying to catch a kingfisher on camera for some time. The slightest movement startles them.
With this new camera I don’t have to get as close to get a good shot. 🙂
The young osprey, in the nest at the high school, was waiting for his lunch.
Campers made this fogdial on Tillicum Beach. I’d call it a sundial but we’ve been fogged in for a few days. The way a fogdial works is, if you don’t see it, visibility is less than 5 feet.
A camper reported an injured bird this morning. I reported it to the State Parks and they reported it to the Beach Ranger. Then I went out to see what kind of bird it was. I couldn’t tell from her description. It is a common murre. The lady sat out there by the bird, to ward off dogs, until the Ranger came. But she had to go to the restroom, and when she came back, the bird had died and a crow was eating it. The lady was sad and thought the crow was “mean”. But the crow’s got to eat too. It’s the circle of life.
She described it as black and white and kind of looked like a penguin. The common murre even walks like a penguin.