Showing posts with label Blue-gray Gnatcatcher. Show all posts
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Thursday, June 18, 2020

Spring in the Wasatch Mountains - X.



A Black-chinned hummingbird is a very small bird that has no brilliant colors, his bill is long and slender. I see these birds often while I am hiking, they like to perch in open places on branches.





Female California Quail.  There were the male and female California Quails in the dense forest. The male disappeared so fast but the the female stayed for a few seconds.





That was such a nice and fragrant moment....






This is my first male House finch. I have never seen him before and was happy to photograph this bird.  A House finch is a small with rosy red around the face and upper breast.





Blue-gray Gnatcatcher is looking for seeds.  I see often these birds in the mountains, they are my favorites.











Friday, May 8, 2020

Spring in the Wasatch Mountains - IV.


Today I hiked almost three hours with many stops for watching birds and photographing them. I almost reached the hiking trail that leads to the small mountain pond but decided to turn back. It was getting close to noon and I was getting thirsty.




On my way back I met a Blue-gray Gnatcatcher. He was in the shadow and mostly hiding between leaves.





The wildflowers are beautiful. But sometimes their beauty may not be apparent until you get very close. I believe that I photographed Alfalfa.   





Thursday, April 30, 2020

Spring in the Wasatch Mountains - II.

There is a little heaven high in the mountains where some birds made a home. So far I saw the Western Scrub-Jays, Blue-gray Gnatcatchers, Mourning Dove, Lazuli Buntings and Magpies.

This morning I met a Blue-gray Gnatcatcher. He was perching on a dry branch greeting the morning with a beautiful song.






You hike high up to get to the place where most of mountain birds live. In the early morning they are singing loudly but most of the time they are hiding in the trees. 




This Western Scrub-Jay was a star this morning. He sang his songs, he was nicely perching on the branches and most important wasn't skittish.




The trees in the mountains are very hardy and survive the hot dry summers  year after year.  I admire their strength.




Hiding between the rocks.  This tree somehow found the way between rocks  and growing near the desert flowers.




Again the Jay.