Mea Culpa

This Fall I published a picture of an unidentified bird, though I think I ventured a couple of guesses, hoping that a reader might have more knowledge than I did.

Shortly after that I was on a web site and knew immediately that the bird that they identified as a Yellow-Rumped Warbler was the bird that I had been unable to identify:

Yellow-Rumped Warbler in non-breeding colors

Of course, in Spring I included several shots of Yellow-Rumped Warblers, the first time I’d ever managed to get a shot of one before.

Yellow-Rumped Warbler in Breeding Colors

It’s hard for me to believe that these could be the same bird, but apparently they are. The one on the top is in it’s winter, non-breeding, colors while the one on the bottom is all dressed up to catch a mate.

Small wonder I have so much trouble identifying birds from birding books, and why more than a few times I’ve just plain been wrong when identifying them.

Eurasian Widgeon

It’s been too wet and too cloudy to get out for any new pictures, so here’s a shot from last week of a fairly rare, but apparently increasingly common, Eurasian Widgeon.

Eurasion Widgeon

I found it at Titlow last year, too, so I’m assuming it’s the same one that spent last winter there, though I certainly wouldn’t bet on it.

Since I’ve been inside most of the last four days, I even found some time to play around with it in Photoshop.

Cormorant

Those who’ve been visiting for a while will probably remember my fascination with Cormorants, a bird that’s apparently widely reviled. I haven’t seen many this summer, but they finally seem to be returning in larger numbers. I caught this picture at Steilacoom,

Cormorant

and was struck by the complex pattern of the wing-feathers.

Old Friend

I was rather disappointed when I went down to the Pt. Defiance boathouse Friday, since there were remarkably few birds around, a single cormorant in the distance and, later, a single female Goldeneye.

However, as I leaned on the railing, my old nemesis, the Belted Kingfisher that always flies away when I approach, landed on the pipe right in front of me and sat there for the next half hour as I changed camera settings and took shot after shot.

Belted Kingfisiher

I’m still not sure why he was willing to sit there while I snapped away today and never before, but I’m certainly not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, especially since it’s unlikely I’ll ever get better pictures than this unless I buy a 500mm lens.