Rain and Returning Wildlife

Our neighboring wildlife are important. After all, any neighborhood will do if you don't care what's outside your door. However, we do - so they do. Besides, who doesn't like to talk about their neighbors. Thus sightings and anecdotes will tend to pepper my writing.

This week, there were several things worth seeing (as if there isn't every week). None-the-less, it was a special thrill to see wolf sign, even though I know it probably means dead babies and harrassed ranchers. Since the cattle, for the most part, aren't in the valley, if they hang around, the wolves will most likely be looking for the young.

Since we haven't seen any sign since last December, we wondered, at first, if we were mistaken. But, since we were able to backtrack their tracks from the east end of the valley up onto Red Rock Pass, we were not only able to clearly identify these were wolf tracks, but we were able to determine three or four had come our way.

On the other end of the spectrum, I got a kick out of watching the birds this week. In addition to seeing (for the first time this season) several Red-Tail Hawks, a Bald Eagle, about a dozen Sandhill Cranes, a couple of Trumpeter Swans - I've been delighting in the smaller birds. This week, for the first time of the season, I spotted Kildeer, a couple Curlews (they'd been seen by others, but this was the first for me), and a whole flock of Pink-Sided Dark-Eye Juncos.

These pretty little birds (I'd call them colorful, but their colors are more subtle than flashy), flocked outside my window this last week, looking for seeds and bugs under the freshly fallen snow. We watched them for several moments, observing how they interacted, and how they looked for their food. What a fun 'science' class.

And, of course, there was the colorful bluebird and his less assuming mate who had me spilling laughter at their antics as they tried to get into our Blazer. This time of year these hearty little birds - some of the early returnees to the valley - spend a lot of time looking for nesting sites. Last year a pair got into the pickup (someone had left a window down about an inch) and made quite a mess before we realized they were trapped inside.

To my delight they stuck around for a photography session, although the male was more willing to show himself than his mate. Do you suppose she knows he's the flashier dresser?

Then there was the young Sandhill Crane which landed in the yard early in the week. Sandhills, although a large bird, are quite shy. In fact, it is a rare privilege to see one close up - a privilege I've had a couple of times this week. However, this is the first time I've seen one in the yard. This one, obviously young, came flying into the yard, calling loudly.

Now, for those of you who know me well, you know I cannot keep from looking when I hear a Sandhill call. There is something about their haunting voice which drives me to look. I looked out the window just in time to see our visitor soar past the lodge and alight in the yard. The numerous calls from further up the canyon told me there were other birds who weren't too happy with him for taking off on his own.

I slipped out the front door to take his picture. Unfortunately the dogs heard me and came to investigate. My attempts to keep them quiet were more effective than my attempts to keep them from noticing my feathered visitor. In fact, in less than a minute, Bo, our self-appointed guardian, had noticed him. In a flash he was off the porch, bounding across the yard, and barking his warning.

Of course the Crane took off, calling his protest. This brought his parents down the canyon in a rush. In fact, I watched as they glided over the yard and up the lake, calling all the while. Thankful for the opportunity to watch their interaction, I saw them circle and then land briefly on a hillside across the way, only to take off almost immediately, their two having become three.
On to other news - the ice is coming off the lake - about two weeks early. In fact, the bay in front of the lodge is nearly ice-free. And, the south end of the lower lake has open water. At our last look, however, the north end was still well covered.

For those fishermen who can hardly wait to dip their lines into the water, I haven't heard of anyone catching any fish - YET. My hubby did wet his line, but he didn't find any interested parties. However, if the sun would shine just a bit more (it has been cold, wet, and a bit snowy for the last week), I suspect the fishing would be a roaring success.

The road, if you're wondering, is muddy. Not terrible, but if you're coming this way, stay in the ruts. The slime on top can be treacherous when it's wet out.

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Lady of the Lake

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