Night Heron Rookery

Although we only discovered the Night Heron Rookery at Colusa National Wildlife Refuge last year, we were looking forward to seeing it again this year. As we drove up, though, we thought they had left. As we completed the drive, they surprised almost as much as they did last year. From a distance, all you can see is patches of white amidst the branches, only later spotting the herons sitting on branches outside the main rookery.

 Night Heron Rookery

Even with a 1000mm lens it’s difficult to isolate a single heron

Night Herons

they’re packed so tightly together, layer after layer of them.

Nigh Herons in the Trees

Unfortunately, I don’t know enough about their nesting habits to know if this is where they will raise chicks, but I didn’t see any signs of nests even when zooming in on several of the shots I’d taken.

The only closeup I was able to get was taken of a lone heron at Spring Lake in Santa Rosa.

Night Heron

I wish I had a chance to observe these birds over a longer period of time, but I’ve never seen one in Western Washington so it’s unlikely I’ll ever get the opportunity to do so. On the other hand, if I saw them regularly I would probably be less interested in them than I now am.

Horned Grebe Transformed

I still have a few pictures from the California trip I’d like to post, but yesterday’s post reminded me of some recent shots I took of Horned Grebes that I’d like to post first. While I was it still in California I noticed that fellow birder and friend John Riegsecker had posted shots of Horned Grebes in breeding colors, so the first thing Leslie and I did when we got home was to take a trip to Port Orchard.

It didn’t take long to spot a Horned Grebe that was just beginning to change into breeding colors.

Horned Grebe

Some grebes were further along but still hadn’t turned completely into breeding colors.

Horned Grebe

I only saw one or two that seemed to be in complete breeding colors,

Horned Grebe

though I’m not sure that they, too, won’t lose some of the white colors in the lower body.

Though I have photographed this phenomena for three years now, thankfully I’m still amazed at this magical transformation and never tire of explaining it to strangers on the dock who seem equally amazed. If you live in the Puget Sound region, now’s the time to see the changes because shortly the grebes will disappear to their breeding grounds.

A Bird of a Different Color

I don’t get a chance to see the amazing White-Faced Ibis very often so it’s not surprising that I see it in a different light every time I observe it. For instance, it looks rather formidable through the camera lens, tall and elegant.

White-Faced Ibis

But as Leslie pointed out, “These seem too small to be Ibis.” And when you see one next to a pair of Mallards

 White-Faced Ibis

it doesn’t look as tall or elegant.

Even more amazingly, it’s hard to believe that the picture above is the same bird shown here,

 White-Faced Ibis

with its dull brown colors suddenly translated into iridescent feathers.

Almost as hard as believing that this is the same bird seen in a different light.

White-Faced Ibis

Could this bird

 White-Faced Ibis

actually be this bird from the same angle

White-Faced Ibis

but in a different light?

Egrets, and More Egrets

I’m afraid if I lived in California my hard drive would be as full of egret pictures as it is full of Great Blue Herons now, perhaps fuller since there are two kinds of egrets and only one Great Blue Heron. For better or worse, I saw more egrets in a single pond

Great Egrets with Snowy Egrets

than I’ll see in Western Washington all year, where we feel lucky to get an occasional Greater Egret. Of course, California actually has a third egret, the Cattle Egret but I don’t think I could distinguish it from the Snowy Egret.

My favorite egret is the Snowy Egret,

 Snowy Egrets

perhaps because I see it less often, perhaps because it’s plumage seems more photographic than that of the Great Egret,

Great Egret

which is certainly more imposing.

It’s no wonder that the beautiful Snowy Egret was nearly driven to extinction by hunters providing feathers for ladies’ hats.

Snowy Egret

It’s as striking standing still, feathers blowing in the breeze, as it is stalking the wetlands.

Snowy Egret

Not sure any of these are as good of photographs as I’ve gotten in previous visits, but I couldn’t resist taking another shot every time I saw one.