Wildflower Weekend, Part 3

After lunch, we headed down to the road toward Carrizo Plain National Monument, where I had seen fields of coreopsis in previous years. This year was no different...blooms of the yellow and white daisy-like flowers (also known as tidy tips), mixed with fiddlenecks, goldfields, phacelia, baby blue eyes, and owl's clover covered the valley floor. There had been some concern that we might be too late in the season to see a good bloom, but as it turned out, if anything we were too early, as we could see many buds not yet opened.


In fact, it was probably the best weekend for us to go, since the following weekend (Easter weekend) the weather turned cold and rainy and even dropped a little snow on the higher peaks in Los Padres.

After a trip to the Soda Lake overlook to see a profusion of the hillside daisy,
we backtracked to the 58 and then over to the 41/46 to Shell Creek Road, which had been posted online in several places as a great spot for wildflower viewing.

Along the way, we found a few additional opportunities to pull off the road and appreciate more spring blooms, including a field of shooting stars and a field with coreopsis and bison.


Once we reached Shell Creek Road from the 46, we didn't have to go far before we saw the results of the postings: the sides of the road were filled with cars and the fields, including some private property, were being mobbed by people tramping down flowers. We carefully but quickly bypassed the crowded areas until we reached a part of the road with no people and fewer flowers but plenty of cows and vineyards. Here we also saw towering hillsides with exposed rock and soil, which added additional colors to the palette of oranges and yellows of the far away fiddlenecks and coreopsis.


Then, just a little further down and across from the vineyards, we found what was probably the most colorful hillside yet, one that reminded me of an easter egg. Here we saw many of the same wildflowers as before, with the addition of the purple bird's eye gilia, which had been absent in the plain.



We continued on Shell Creek Road until we reached a fork, then continued along some smaller countryside road that wound through a narrow canyon and past some small farms and houses. We stopped briefly to admire some horses who looked lovely against a background of bright yellow goldfields.
We continued as long as the road did, then finally had to make a U-turn and head back. Along the way , we spotted a roadrunner, a fairly uncommon bird and managed to grab a couple of shots from the car before he ran off with a group of quail.


After that, we reconnected with the 46 and found the turnoff to Bitterwater Creek road, which was purported to have additional wildflower displays. Although it was a peaceful and scenic drive, we didn't find anything really other than fields of fiddlenecks and mustard so we didn't stop until we reached a turn where a collapsed store was settling into the ground.
We continued until we connected back with 46, through Lost Hills.
We made a stop at Blackwell's Corner to pay tribute to James Dean and get some gas, then headed back to Lancaster for the evening.

Wildflower Weekend, Part 2

Taking advantage of a promised rain-free weekend, we took a trip to some of the reported best places to view wildflowers. Having visited the Carrizo Plain a few years ago, I had a good feeling about the area and anticipated exploring it further. The heavy rains of the season offered hope of abundant blooms, and the postings on Flickr from some of my contacts motivated to grab up all of my camera gear and pack the family into the SUV for a road trip.

We first visited Wild Wolves Preserve (first time for me) off the 166 on the way to Carrizo. Then we continued along 166 to the 33 and through Taft on the way to highway 58. Along the way, we stopped to appreciate the numerous fields of fiddlenecks and coreopsis in the otherwise empty fields. The road was quiet and the weather was beautiful.



When we turned onto the 58, we started seeing a few other wildflower fans. In fact, every turnout on the mountainous part of this road had at least one car containing people and cameras. Fortunately, there was plenty of room to pull off the road and enjoy the scenery.


Now, fields of brilliant orange California Poppies and yellow Goldfields joined the ever-present orange fiddlenecks and yellow coreopsis.


We also saw bunches of the pale yellow Cream Cups on the high side of the road.


After the abundance of oranges, golds and yellows, it was a nice change to see the phacelia again. We found a spill of the purple-blue flowers on a sunny hillside.


We continued down the hill, oohing and aahing at the brilliant splashes of color and pulled off the road next to an abandoned cottage to have a picnic lunch before heading down to the Carrizo Plain.

Wildflower Weekend, Part 1

Since we had a good amount of rainfall this past winter, I hoped that the wildflowers would make a better-than-average display. We planned to head out on the one weekend this early spring that seemed to not have any sign of rain.

Our trip took us first to Wind Wolves Preserve, which is an area west of I5 and Bakersfield. We took highway 166 west and arrived by late morning to be greeted by hillsides covered with lupine and owl's clover.

The preserve is very peaceful and open, with many hiking trails along grassy hillsides. We were not equipped for hiking, but did take a short stroll along a small creek and along a path that led to a hillside covered with fiddlenecks and phacelia.


The wildflower display at Wind Wolves was not what I'd call spectacular, but it had several satisfying displays that could be viewed from the car and it was a pleasant stop after 2 hrs on the freeway.




After Wind Wolves, we continued west on 166 then took the 33 toward Taft, a town built around oil. Not the most pleasant drive, although the road leading to Taft is flanked on both sides with citrus trees that smell wonderful when they are blossoming later in the year. Taft was a forest of oil pumps and strange pipes running along the ground. We were glad when we started climbing the hills on the other side of Taft, where the first signs of what would be endless fields of fiddlenecks began to make an appearance.

Snow Geese at Sherman Island

Even though it was getting pretty late in the season, I had hopes that we would get a chance to see some of the last flocks of snow geese and white-fronted geese before they made their journey back north. After having lunch in Berkeley,
we headed up Highway 4 toward Antioch, then over the bridge and left on the first road after the bridge, which is Sherman Island road. I have traveled over this bridge many times on the way to see cranes and geese and the scenery is great, but the traffic moves quickly so there is little opportunity to observe wildlife. This time I decided to pull off at the first opportunity, which happened to be this little road. It winds back toward the bridge before running up next to the levy, where it follows for several miles before joining back with the 160.

The spot where we found geese last week was only occupied by ducks this time, so we continued along the levy and encountered again the goats munching on the tall grass.


Since it was late in the afternoon, I was hoping to see a "fly-out" or "fly-in", a phenomenon where a flock of hundreds of geese take to the air all at once and head in to the water or out to the fields.


This usually occurs at sunrise or sunset, so I hoped we'd catch one last look as the flocks flew overhead. We drove along the levy, watching the fields below the levy and spotted a few small flocks of snows off in the distance. The road is pretty narrow and offers little opportunity to pull off, but finally after passing through a marina, we found a small pull off and got out of the car. Luck was with us that day, since moments after we got out of the car, streams of Snow Geese and Ross's Geese cross over the levy and directly over us.

They flew in so low over us that it was hard for my camera to lock focus on a small group as they were passing overhead so quickly in linked "V's". It lasted for a couple of minutes at least, then it was over. It was still an hour before sunset but that was all we would get for a fly-in, it seemed. Good enough. In fact, it's wonderful to stand under a flock as it flys overhead and hear nothing but the gentle beat of wings in the air and the soft honking of hundreds or thousands of geese. It's the reason I drive for 2-3 hours on winter weekends, getting up sometimes at 4AM and standing outside in the freezing mist to take the chance that I've picked the right spot and the right time. It really is a spiritual experience.


After the flock passed, we headed a little further down the road to investigate an abandoned barn.
I had learned from a fellow wildlife photographer that barns meant barn owls, so I quietly stepped over to the entrance to have a peek. I did see streaks of white inside on the worn walls so I started to get excited. When I got to the entrance and looked up and directly across I spotted just what I was looking for: a sweet little barn owl!

Unfortunately the little guy or gal was not interested in visitors and I was only able to fire off one quick shot before it flew off right toward me and exited the barn via the loft window right over my head. I had time to look out the barn door and see the owl fly off toward a bush by the levee, noting the beautiful in-flight shots I was missing. Oh well. I decided it was time to leave the owl along and got back in the car, heading back down the levee.

We came back to the marina, watching for wildlife in the levee but there was little to see except a pied-billed grebe on the lookout.

I stopped at the marina having spotted a kitty out hunting. I called to her and she ran right up and into the open car door. She came in purring and accepting pets before thoroughly exploring the interior of the car.


When she finally said goodbye, we continued along the road, stopping to listen to a pheasant squawk and to watch blackbirds balancing on the power lines.


When we got back near the bridge, we stopped by a damp area where white-fronted geese and snow geese were gathering as the sun set. Seems like they were settling in for the evening so there would be no shots of geese against the setting sun this time. No matter. It had been great to see the geese one last time. It will be a long wait for me as I anticipate their return in the fall.

More Baby Ducks

Although it seems pretty late in the season to me, I was happy to see there are some new baby ducks in the pond along Radio Road in Redwood Shores by the San Francisco Bay. One mama mallard had ten little fuzzy babies following her. Over on the far end of the pond, two parents were closely watching their one little duckling.


The baby geese have long grown up and are doing their share to tear up the lawn along the roadside, but the ducks are still busy it seems.

Just the Kids

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It's Egret baby season again! Starting in April, Snowy Egrets, Great Egrets and Black-Crowned Night Heron begin building nests in the Baylands wildlife sanctuary on San Francisco Bay. What few palm trees and eucalyptus are available become crowded like a New York City apartment building as birds pack in their nests near one of the prime fishing spots in the area.

Eggs are laid and young birds begin to emerge: first, the Night Herons, followed in a few weeks by the first round of Snowy Egrets. The babies continue to hatch into the summer months and the earlier-born fledglings test their wings for the first flight.

As summer winds down, the birds quietly disappear from the area, seeking out better hunting grounds and possibly a little peace and quiet, but they are guaranteed to return again next spring.

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This coyote was out hunting at dusk at the Merced National Wildlife Refuge, which is a great refuge in California to observe migratory birds in the fall and winter. This coyote was standing at the side of the auto trail and didn't mind my car pulling up near it. I watch for several minutes as she looked for prey coming out after sunset. There are lots of ground squirrels and bunnies in this refuge and I'm sure they keep the coyotes busy!

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This bunny had just woken up from a nap at a wildlife refuge in Merced and was enjoying a good stretch. After the stretch, he took a dust bath.

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It's Baby Season

Spring is one of my most favorite times of the year. Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing and baby animals appear everywhere.

Over at the Palo Alto Duck Pond, Canada Geese parents are proudly parading around their young ones. This is the first time I have seen such young babies being brought out and up close to the lucky visitors of the pond. Last year I had to search around the outside trails of the preserve, but this year I've already counted 2 sets of babies--a total of 16 cute, fuzzy yellow goslings.

Not to be outdone, the Mallards have started showing off their cute little ducklings. The first family to bring babies out for a swim in the pond had 9 fuzzy little yellow and brown babies that explored, sunbathed and a few even met with visitors bearing bread (a practice much beloved by some of the visitors, however discouraged by the park rangers).



Of course, the stars of the show are the Snowy Egrets, the Great Egrets and the Black-Crowned Night Herons, all of which crowd together in the handful of palm and eucalyptus trees near the duck pond to build their nests and raise their young. It's a sight to be seen and heard.







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Wild San Simeon

Just after New Year's I took my mom to see the elephant seals at Piedras Blancas, which is just a little north of San Simeon on the California coast. This area is used year-round by elephant seals, but in January, the seal pups are born. Over the past few years, it has become increasingly popular with tourists who come to see these immense creatures from a vantage point that can be as close as 10 feet away, with no fence or cage to separate the people from the wildlife.

We arrived a little early in the season, it turns out, since only about 30 pups were on the beach. We were told that mid-January would be the peak, with over 3000 pups with their mothers on the beach. I made a note of this and planned to come back in a couple of weeks. Still, it was quite an enjoyable day. We even spotted a couple of sea otters resting in the kelp beds a safe distance from the elephant seals.

As we headed south on Highway way back towards Cambria, somthing caught my eye in the fields below Hearst Castle. It looked about the size of a coyote, but was greyer in color. I decided to turn around to get another look. Much to our surprise, it was not a coyote but instead a beautiful bobcat. Excitedly, I jumped out of the car at the side of the road with my camera and started taking shots. As I watched through my 400mm lens, the cat got bigger and bigger and I started to wonder if he would reach us. He kept trotting toward the road, but eventually made his way down a drainage ditch to a tunnel that ran under the road and opened to the beach on the other side. We didn't see him come back out.

Overall, despite the long drive (~3hrs), it was a great day and I plan to watch the fields more closely next time I drive along Highway 1.

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Merced National Wildlife Refuge, Late February

I took a drive on a rare sunny day in February recently to check on the snow geese and sandhill cranes and see if they had started their migration back north yet. The weather was cold in Santa Clara and snow had dusted the surrounding hilltops, but the weather report promised sunny skies in the Central California Valley.

Merced has been a favorite of mine because I can get there within about 1.5 hrs with little traffic. It always has a great assortment of birds year 'round, and I have spotted other creatures there, too, including coyotes, a skunk, lots of bunnies and ground squirrels and an occasional owl. It was the first place I spotted huge flocks of snow geese 3 years ago, having had disappointing results at the larger Sacramento Wildlife Complex at the time. Sandhill Cranes are also fairly common there, and in high numbers in the winter. It is also one of the very best places for some outstanding sunset shots.



As I entered the valley from highway 152, I could see clear blue skies and the clouds of the valley hanging just over the hills behind me. That would mean an early sunset and probably not enough light late in the day, but possibly another nice colorful sunset. It was still early enough in the day, so I decided to take a detour to the nearby San Luis refuge before ending at Merced.

The San Luis refuge is probably best known for its protected herd of tule elk, which you can almost alwas spot in a large fenced area. I have also found it's a great spot for viewing hawks of all kinds as well as Great Egrets and Great Blue Herons.
The hawks were out circling in the warm air above and made several passes directly overhead. Just past the tule elk area, sheep with lambs were grazing in the field. The lambs were probably a month or so old and were having a lot of fun, so I stopped to watch for awhile.


There were no snow geese or cranes at San Luis, but I did see a very small group of maybe four or five Tundra Swans at the same spot where I had seen a small group last year. They are no doubt the same swans or relatives, since most groups of tundras are much larger.







Just outside the reserve, the farmer had slightly flooded the fields and Great Egrets, Herons and Red-Winged Blackbirds were having a field day, so to speak, hunting for insects and frogs in the small puddles.

I headed over to Merced, as it was near 3PM and the clouds from the hills were starting to spread over the valley, leaving a dark shadow below them. I was lucky enough to outrun them and as I started the zigzag that leads the the Merced refuge, along Turner Island, I stopped in my tracks. Off in the irrigation ditch was a wet, brown mammal. I turned the car around and pulled up next to it and immediately the creature dove under the water. I decided to wait a bit for it to come back up so I shut off the engine and readied my camera. After a few moments, the animal surfaced and I got a closer look. At first I had thought it was a nutria, but I was fairly familiar with these creatures, having spent 2 years in Oregon watching them go about their lives in a little pond below my apartment balcony. I did a little research when I got home and came to the conclusion that this was actually a muskrat.

I was pretty excited as this was the first time I had seen one of these creatures in the wild, and did not expect to find one out in daylight by the side of the road. We watched each other for a little while before I bade the little creature goodbye and headed on toward Merced, in search of geese and cranes.

At Merced, I was amazed to see huge groups of white geese crowded in the fields and near the water. It seemed as if more geese from other areas had joined the regular winter group here.

Cranes were also flying overhead in small groups. Also at the refuge were the usual Northern Shovelers, Pintails, Black-Necked Stilts, White-Faced Ibises, Red-Winged Blackbirds, Marsh Wrens, Golden-Crowned Sparrows, Killdeers, and Coots. It was still too early for swallows, but clouds of young mosquitos were already swarming at sunset. I rounded the water and headed to my favorite sunset-shooting spot, near the corn fields and heard a cacophony of voices. Ross's Geese and Sandhill Cranes were gathering in close groups right near a clearing of dried corn stalks. It was the biggest and louded group I think I have ever been that close to and the evening fly-out was in better light than usual, since the days are getting a little bit longer. Steady streams of geese and cranes passed overhead, leaving their daytime spots in the pond for a nightime resting place in the field. It was a truly magical moment. I will miss these big birds when they take their leave and head back to Alaska to raise their young, but maybe if I'm lucky I'll have time to make one more visit before they go.

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