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Saturday, Day 6 of my Birding Therapy Week, I arrived at Fort Missoula at 7:45 a.m. with my daughter for the first of her two soccer games that day. While she warmed up with her team, I took Lola back over to the gravel quarry hoping to catch some magical morning birding. I didn’t have to wait long to kick off a great session. Even before leaving the soccer fields parking lot, my first Barn Swallow of the year flew past me, and once I reached my first stop at the northward quarry pond, I found myself struggling to keep up with all of the species I saw and heard. On the ponds themselves, I ID’ed eight species of ducks, Canada Geese, a Horned Grebe, and a Common Loon—perhaps the same one I’d seen two days before.
As I walked along the fence line, a sparrow popped up with a bold face pattern and pale “moustache”—the year’s first Vesper’s Sparrow! Nearby landed a Savannah Sparrow while a Western Meadowlark serenaded us. At the cliff edge above the river, Northern Roughed-Winged and Tree Swallows swarmed while a Red-tailed Hawk, Osprey, and Great Blue Heron sauntered by.
The hits kept on coming: two Red-naped Sapsuckers, a pair of Wood Ducks flushing from beside the river, a Yellow-rumped Warbler. As before, I made a special effort to find unusual sparrows. In one of our favorite spots, I located a couple of White-crowneds and then I saw something that really got my heart thumping: a bold bird with a peaked crown and distinct gray and brown facial lines. Even more exciting, I thought I detected a bit of yellow on the sides of the breasts—sure signs of a Lincoln’s Sparrow. Unfortunately, the bird was facing away from me and I was just moving in for a better look when two good-natured women walked up behind me and loudly shouted “Good morning!” I turned around and smiled, putting my finger to my lips, but it was too late. The sparrow fled.
Sigh.
Still, it was an amazing morning, with 36 species and delightful experiences. Even better, my daughter’s team won her soccer game. I’ll get you next time, Mr. Lincoln.
Here is my complete checklist: https://ebird.org/checklist/S86803129
Seeing your Meadowlark photo was thrilling. I’m from New England and have yet to see our Eastern variety. I sometimes see them when visiting family in Pennsylvania; more open farmland there. Yesterday I saw–not just heard–a returning Baltimore Oriole. Shining orange in the full sun and singing his heart out. Definitely thrilling. Your blog always starts my day off with birdy thoughts. Thanks for that.
I’m so appreciative of your comments, Les. And what a thrill to see the Baltimore Oriole! We get only a very few of them in eastern Montana, and Braden and I have to drive about 6 hours to reach their range, but we are already planning our trip for a few weeks from now 🙂 Good luck seeing an Eastern Meadowlark soon!
I have been enjoying you latest posts. Great stuff from right in your backyard. We just got back to the Flathead from further afield. Have you ever birded the Bear River Refuge in Utah? Stunning!
No, George, I haven’t. Sounds like a great one to check out, though. Hey, you seeing any curlews up your way?