Singing from their favored habitat: dense patches of the shrub Mountain Maple.
It’s as if he is saying “I challenge you”! It even looks like he has little horns.
And further on, tucked in the dense stands of the Balsam Fir, is the Magnolia Warbler.
Under the watchful eye of…
Maybe if I hide behind this tree, nobody will notice me…
Always the opportunist, the Bald Eagle doesn’t miss a chance at a possible meal.
The other day I kicked up a family of SPRUCE GROUSE!
Surprisingly, the young birds could fly fairly well – albeit only for short distances.
The Spruce Hen was making the weirdest noises as she was kept in contact with her youngin’s. At one point she vocalized a spooky scream.
O.K., O.K., I’ll leave you alone so you can gather up your family.
Back on some of the remote logging roads, in the Superior National Forest, there are Heliports set aside. I suppose they use helicopters to drop firefighters when there’s a wildfire in the forest. Or perhaps they’re used in search and rescue missions or if someone has been injured in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness.
There must have been a wetland beyond the rock face as I could hear many birds that associate with that habitat: Common Yellowthroat, Alder Flycatcher, Chestnut-sided Warbler. This clearing, some of it natural and some encouraged, was thick with birdsong.
My destination was a remote beaver pond that was about a mile in from the Echo Trail. It was a really cool spot, but there wasn’t much for bird activity. But then I was there in the afternoon when most birds are taking their siesta.
However, on the way out I found a pair of Juncos that seemed to be defending a nest site. They got really upset when I walked by and they were causing such a commotion that some other birds came out to see what was going on. They were promptly chased away by the indignant Juncos. I took the hint and got out of there as well.
It looks like we might get a good crop of Blueberries this year. The rain came just in time to replenish the forest plants and the Blueberry bushes!
Finally the sun came out last evening and I just had to take advantage of it by taking a walk at the Vermilion River Gorge.
The Hairy Woodpeckers are busy teaching their young how to forage and find food on their own.
It’s curious how the young male Hairy Woodpecker shows the red on his forehead when they’re just out of the nest. Later the red feathering will move to the back of their head which is where you find it on the adult male.
The other day I was heading down the Echo Trail on my way back from a morning of birding, when I came around a curve and there appeared, quite suddenly, a family of Woodcocks! One adult and at least 4 babies.
I pulled over as quick as I could and got the camera out. I walked back to the spot where the birds had been, which was only about 50 feet away from where I stopped my car. As I got closer to the spot, I noticed a small pile and I thought, oh no, one of the chicks had been hit by a car. I didn’t think that I had hit anything.
I thought I’d take a picture of it before examining it further – when all of a sudden the pile of fluff jumped up, held its wings straight up and headed for the woods.
Sometimes you need a boat…
or “Bog Laurel”.