Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge,
south of San Antonio, New Mexico is its 25th Festival of the
Cranes, this week.
A little photo mission
with my brother Guy and his wife Barb on Thursday afternoon found the refuge
sparsely populated with visitors and birds.
The day had a
mid-level layer of cloud cover.
There were birds,
just not in the large numbers of years past.
Speculation, lack of
birds might be due to a mild fall and it is also extremely dry.
Some fields are
flooded to augment the wetlands, but there was a conspicuous absence of
Canadian Geese.
A Golden Eagle
established a perch on a tree in the center of an area half flooded and
ventured out to dive and swoop, but this duck, below, kept flying as the eagle
diverted its dive, and didn't come back with anything for lunch.
Among those viewing
this raptor, there was some disagreement whether it was an immature Bald Eagle
or a Golden.
Referring to the
National Audubon Society’s Field Guide of Birds of the Western Region, based on
the size and coloration, I’m going with it being a Golden Eagle. An immature
Bald Eagle is larger and darker, it is actually larger than a mature Bald;
having a greater wingspan. After its first molt, wing-tip feathers are not
replaced. It’s like the bird loses its training-wheels.
A Golden Eagle is
also smaller, with up to a six-foot wingspan, while the Bald has a wingspan up
to seven and a half feet.
There were a variety
of hawks, Harriers, Osprey, and Kestrel.
The stars of the
show, the Sandhill Cranes were present, as were the snow geese.
This coyote was
trying to jump the cranes, but they spotted him and those close took flight,
while the others kept a sharp eye out.
At least the
likelihood of this coyote is probably safe from the scheduled massacre, because it
is making its home on federally protected land.
Near sunset, a small
herd of deer came into an open field to graze.
At sunset we arrived
at a very popular viewing location, the Flight Deck, where normally large
flocks return to the wet area for the night. There was little activity as the
sunset was muted.
Even the moon only
showed the narrowest of a sliver.
So, What Is Wrong
With This Picture?
Even with all the
limited situations and weak light, many opportunities presented themselves.
This
was a less hectic experience than others I have had where you seemed to be
spinning, overwhelmed by the numbers of birds constantly moving and dividing
your attention. This trip allowed one to savor the birds.