Ned wrote:
Jeff wrote:
Anaho Island National Wildlife Refuge on Pyramid Lake stands out as one of my favorite places visited on the Nevada Bird Count this season. Approaching the lake provides a view of the conspicuous, pointed cone or pyramid shaped tufa mound, for which the lake is named. Anaho Island and much of the surrounding landscape is composed of these tufa formations, a type of limestone that was created underwater over thousands of years. Due to permit regulations, few people are allowed to set foot on the island in an attempt to protect colonies of breeding birds that call this place home. Without a fear of humans or predators, many of the birds are extremely inquisitive hopping within a few feet for a closer look at the intruders. Access is possible only by boat and conducting surveys while hiking across the island yielded a variety of grebes, terns, herons, wrens, and one of the two largest America white pelicans colonies in the west. Large numbers of spiders litter the rocks and due to the remote habitat and lack of predators a high concentration of rattlesnakes slither about. Exploring Anaho Island and observing its inhabitants was only one of many unique and memorable experiences this summer.
And Bobby’s highlight was one of mine as well – but his take is much more fun!
Four Birds in a Hollow House
I came across a single tree.
All bark of white and spindled stem
An aspen quaking in the wind.
Upon first glance
It did withhold
A secret which would soon unfold.
Creeping closer, what caught my eye
A cavity not six feet high.
And from within the tireless bleet
Of nestlings with a need to eat.
Then from behind as I did gape,
A sapsucker with bright red nape,
Alit upon the holed trunk,
And filled their gullets up with gunk.
Looking down and to the right
My eyes met with a troglodyte,
A brown and striped little wren
Conveying bugs into its den.
Two birds, one tree
How could it be?!
Surely there cannot be three!
But as I swiveled round the side,
Into a cleft a bird did glide!
What graceful flyer had I seen?
A swallow cast in violet green!
I stood in wonder marveling
At all the birds within the rings,
That this one tree of frosty white
Could be the home to so much life.
And as my mind began to drift,
I noticed yet another rift,
A largish hole at height of chest,
Yet seemingly an empty nest.
Ah! But of course a head did rise
To my now dwindling surprise,
All grayish brown and pink gaped frown
A baby Flicker stared me down.
All this action certainly
Had roused its curiosity.
Its showing made a full account
Of four birds in a hollow house.
So if you're tromping through the trees
By foot, by bike or even skis,
Be mindful of each darkened niche
And what its tenant has to teach.
Thanks again to all of my crew this year – I so appreciate all your hard work and great attitudes!
Jen
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