Driving back through the mountains, I had to stop at Vail Summit, hoping for Grey Jay, and perhaps a Rosy-Finch or 200. Nothing of the sort appeared, though I did find this, which seemed picture worthy:
|A little Colorado humour maybe?|
While I was unpacking, I met the couple in the room next to mine, Koos and Susan, who were also on the tour and happen to be from Comox! Small world indeed, as it turned out the remainder of the tour group was from Colorado or Florida. The presentation flew by, and it was early to bed for the 5:15am bus trip out to the lek. After the trip out in a school bus and an orderly filing into the metal viewing trailer Josh, our pistol-packing guide, opened the flaps on the trailer and we waited.
Within 2 minutes of the trailer being opened we heard our first male Greater Prairie-Chicken, followed by a second, a third, a fourth..... As the night turned to light, the dark blobs that were my lifer tick turned into actual birds, strutting, displaying, calling, and flapping. I counted 15 males and 4 females, though there may have been more. The displaying intensified when females ventured into the lek, and when the females left the males sat. And sat.
|The Greater Prairie-Chicken lek, post-female|
Sadly, I didn't get a clear picture of a full display (I did get a few very bad ones), so this will have to substitute. As always, the Victoria Birder aims to bring you terrible pictures of great birds:
After the females departed we did likewise, boarding the bus for the ride to the Kitzmiller Grazing Association for a great breakfast of eggs, bacon, biscuits, juice, and much needed coffee.
Back at the hotel before 9am, I had plenty of time to load up the car, pass on the info about the next days Lesser tour to Koos and Susan, and head east, into Kansas. My plan was to drive the 5 hours to Quivira Refuge in hopes of locating Whooping Crane, then driving the 4 hours to Lamar. I was encouraged by a report of cranes two days previous, and a couple of other species that had been recently seen. Just before passing into Kansas I found Eastern Bluebird, giving me the third and last species of bluebird, all in Colorado.
|Hours and hours of this... it isn't for the faint of heart!|
I wish I could say the drive passed quickly, but no..... the endless fields were causing my eyes to cross not long into Kansas, and this sign had me saying "there's no place like home", wishing for my damp coastal air and forests:
Quivira Refuge was an area I would consider visiting again, though I was rushed for time and failed to find cranes. However, I still consider the long drive well worth it, as at Little Salt Marsh, on the south side of the refuge, one of the first birds I put the scope on was none other than Snowy Plover, my longest standing nemesis bird that I have chased all over the coast and Arizona! Two had been reported a couple of days earlier, but now there were an incredible 34! Other notable birds at Quivira included Baird's Sandpiper, Blue-winged Teal, Eastern Meadowlark, and my first Chipping Sparrows of the year. Also of note, all of the Northern Flickers I saw at Quivira were of the "Yellow-shafted" variety, which I saw nowhere else on my trip.
The trip to Lamar passed no quicker, and my review of southwestern Kansas would not encourage any Chambers of Commerce or visitors, so I will skip them. I got to the Arena Dust B&B just before 9pm and, finding no wifi, went straight to bed (with a whisky detour) for the 3:30am wakeup call.
3:30 came much too early, and shaking off the whisky and little sleep called for extreme measures - a cup off coffee before boarding a bus with no washroom. The two of us staying at the bed and breakfast boarded the bus, and we picked up the remainder of the tour at a motel in town just after 4am. Koos and Susan had made it down for the trip, and familiar faces were nice to see. Fred Dorenkamp, our guide, drove us almost and hour out into the middle of nowhere to the lek, and the drill was similar to the previous day, except this time we stayed in the bus and viewed with windows down. From our arrival at 5:30, it didn't take long for the birds to show. Much the same as the previous day, the calls came first, then shadowy movement out on the lek, gradually turning into real birds as light filled the sky.
We had great opportunity to watch the Lesser Prairie-Chickens displaying, and Koos and I commented more than once on the differences in calls, displays, and frequency of different aspects of the display. Having seen the Greaters the day before, it was a great opportunity to compare and contrast.
|Yet more terrible photos.....|
|Taken with my phone through a scope on a school bus|
At exactly 6:50am, the birds suddenly flew off en masse. I counted 12 males, and no females chose to make an appearance that day. We made the trip back to Casa Dorenkamp for breakfast, dropping the motel folks off in Holly to grab their cars. During this brief interlude we added Blue Jay, American Kestrel, Common and Great-tailed Grackle, and others.
The breakfast prepared by Fred's wife, Norma, was easily the best breakfast I had over my entire trip, consisting of egg casserole, sausage, fresh biscuits and gravy, and coffee. The conversation was lively, and a couple across the table from me, hearing of my finch plight, mentioned that they knew of a spot near Gunnison for Rosy-Finch. Excellent, assuming they were still around.
With chicken two in the bag and breakfast done I headed west. I did little birding between Lamar and Pueblo, but did stop to scan the occassional field, finding my first Loggerhead Shrike of the trip, followed closely by my only Lewis's Woodpecker. I kept focussed on my mid-day destination, Pueblo Reservoir. A location I have seen many times in rare bird alerts, I figured it was worth a look-see.
Though Pueblo Reservoir failed to deliver any earth shattering rarities, I did have a great walk around the park, and turned up Rock Wren, Eared Grebe, Say's Phoebe, Loggerhead Shrike, Turkey Vulture, and my lifer Canyon Towhee, among others.
From there it was straight to Gunnison with the occassional stop for a quick, uneventful scan. I made it to Gunnison with plenty of light left so I checked into my room and headed off to the Wuanita Lek to see if I might be able to catch the grouse displaying in the fading light. With no such luck I returned to town and picked up my Easter Sunday dinner at Taco Bell. I must not have paid much attention to my room when I checked in, when I got back with dinner I noticed that there was a mirror above the bed and a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom.... I'm not sure what kind of birding trip they thought I was on, but.....
The rules of the Wuanita Lek are simple. Be there an hour before sunrise, stay in your car, and don't make noise. Sunrise that day was 6:52am, so I showed up at the lek at 5:25, just in case of competition for the few parking spots along the viewing area. Cassie, a Department of Wildlife volunteer, was there to provide directions and protocol, and I had just enough time to move over to the passenger seat and figure out how to position my scope for viewing the lek. With a while to wait until light, I sat back with my coffee and a breakfast consisting of Shockers, Pepperoni, and a Tijuana Mama Pickled Sausage.
|To give you an idea of viewing distance, the birds were near the arrow|
At 6:20am I could finally make out dark shapes moving far out in the distance, and eventually they turned into my lifer Gunnison Sage-Grouse. The birds, 9 males and 3 females that I counted, stayed on the lek displaying and posturing for almost an hour. I happened to look down at 7:17, and when I looked up they had all disappeared. As with the two Prairie-Chickens, the grouse put on a fantastic show, though the only all out wing fight I saw was in the half dark.
More crappy photos shot through a scope with a phone, this time from the passenger seat of a rental car:
Apparently I was so focussed on the birds that I missed a herd of Elk and a couple of Coyotes passing through the far end of the lek. As I got back into my car to leave the lek, a pair of Rosy-Finches flew over calling, but no identification. Go figure.
Again, my GPS tried playing another April Fool's joke, suggesting a three hour route to my next destination, which I knew was only 10 minutes north of my hotel. I found the suggested location without trouble. Just south of the town of Almont and 10 minutes north of Gunnison, Evelyn Lane was the location of large Rosy-Finch flocks over the winter, and I hoped that a few had stuck around.
When I turned onto Evelyn Lane there was a large flock of finches in the first tree I came to. Predictably, they all took off before I could get a look. A small portion returned, and I was able to get my bins on a Black Rosy-Finch before the skittish birds took off again. I spent some time walking up and down the road, only getting distant looks at the occassional finch, until I arrived back down at my car, where two larger birds were sitting in the top of a tree.
This Brown-capped Rosy-Finch was my final lifer of the trip, and I got fantastic looks at it and its companion. I never did get a clean look at a Gray-crowned, but c'est la vie. A local resident, Jim, invited me in to watch his feeder from inside, and we had a great talk for an hour about all things birds. Birding, travelling, species splits, etc.
Since this post is getting a little long, I will wrap it up with a quick summary of the following two days. From the Rosy-Finches I travelled to Colorado Springs, picking up Red Crossbill at Monarch Summit, and Gray Jay, my fifth and final Colorado jay, at the Monarch Ski Area. Despite a thorough search of Pathfinder Park in Florence, I dipped on the long-staying Red-headed and Ladder-backed Woodpeckers, though I did get my only White-breasted Nuthatch and Belted Kingfisher of the trip. North of Florence I also found one of the FOY records of Swainson's Hawk for the state.
The next day, my final day of birding, found me birding the countryside south of Colorado Springs, looking for Mountain Plover. Finding none, I headed north to Denver to Cherry Creek State Park, again searching for a couple of long-staying rarities.
Cherry Creek State Park was not only my last stop for Colorado birding, but also the birdiest. In my two hours there I picked up 34 species, including first (and last) of trip American White Pelican, Peregrine Falcon, Snow Goose, American Avocet, California Gull, Thayer's Gull, and Franklin's Gull. I dipped again on long-staying Lesser Black-backed Gull and Glaucous Gull, but it was hard to feel disappointed, even despite the extra two dollar surcharge above and beyond the usual seven dollar State Park Day Use Fee.
It was all downhill after that as I checked into my hotel, returned my rental, and spent an uneventful evening packing for the return trip. Luckily, I didn't miss anything in Victoria during my absence. I am looking forward to a return to Colorado during fall migration one of these years, to track down the remainder of the state's specialties - Mountain Plover, Chestnut-collared Longspur, and McCown's Longspur.
All said, after 4 flights and 4000km on the rental car, this trip turned up 110 species, including 8 lifers. I figure I probably could have added another dozen species with more effort, but oh well, a great trip!
As for where to next, I am thinking maybe Texas in early January?