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More Highlights From the November 1997 Issue
Volume 38, No. 3

 

Summers in Southeastern Arizona

By SUZANNE CHAPPELL

As in past years, the call to go birding in Southeastern Arizona could not be ignored. So, early one Wednesday morning, Glen took off pulling our 5th wheel trailer, popped in a book-on-tape, and started the 10 hour drive to Tucson; I headed off to work. Late Thursday afternoon I took off from Ontario Airport on my way to Tucson through Phoenix. And this year, same as last, my departure from Phoenix was delayed about an hour. When I finally arrived in Tucson, it was raining; good news though, because it cooled things off. We drove 50 miles to where Glen had parked our trailer in Whetstone, 10 miles north of Sierra Vista.

Four days, 104 species,was not nearly enough time...

Friday morning we awoke to the sounds of cactus wrens and curve-billed thrashers—no alarm today. The temperature was nice from the rains the prior evening and on our way out of the trailer park we found Cassin’s and western kingbirds as well as juvenile and adult Swainson’s hawks. The destination was Fort Huachuca* to bird Garden, Scheelite and Sawmill Canyons. We planned to stop at a roadside pond to see if there were any water birds, and turned in at a sign for Woodcutters Pond (a notice was posted to notify base personnel if you planned to fish, but we weren’t going to). About half a mile up the road there was a lot of bird activity, so we hopped out to look around. It was then that we realized we had not listed this as one of our destinations, so we grudgingly turned back towards the main road. We decided to start at Sawmill, remembering the summer of 1995 when we saw eight warblers and a buff-breasted flycatcher. There was not much activity, but we did see a family group of buff breasted flycatchers. Our unproductive birding was interrupted by late morning rain. We retreated to the truck and lunched on PBJ sandwiches. Still no birds, but the butterfly population was great; we had never seen as many as we did on this trip. On the way out, we headed back down towards Scheelite, stopping at the pictograph trails. No luck here either, the trail was very slippery and we could not find the Indian artwork we had anticipated seeing.

Just as we started in to Scheelite, Glen caught a glimpse of the red breast of an adult male elegant trogon. As we trekked in, flapping wings caught our attention and what we at first thought was a spotted towhee, on further investigation turned out to be a juvenile elegant trogon. It resembled a female but with just a blush of pink near the vent, fine barring on the undertail and undertail coverts and whitish wing coverts. We followed it up the

stream, with cryptic views as it fluttered from branch to branch dining on insects, until we ran into a family of sulfur-bellied flycatchers, sounding like rubber duckies being squeezed. We were not at the half mile mark yet, and decided to go up just a little farther looking for the barred owls. At 5/8 mile the trail became less easy to follow so we turned around to go back. I was ahead of Glen when he called softly to me and held up two fingers as he pointed overhead. Coming back towards him, I saw what he was pointing to, a pair of spotted owls, life birds for both of us. As we watched, they were stretching and preening their feathers, getting ready for the night ahead. After 15 minutes we headed back, stopping briefly at Garden Canyon. We went back to the trailer for an early dinner, knowing that tomorrow would be a long day.

Saturday we were on the road at 6:00, and decided to try a new location, the Pinaleno Mountains (Mt. Graham the highest peak is the site of a Univ. of Arizona telescope). The drive was a long one, and we turned off the road to Mirijilda Creek for riparian species. We had only gone about a mile when we decided to turn around because the road was so rough. We got out to check out the bird songs, which belonged to black-chinned, chipping, and Botteri’s sparrows, blue grosbeaks, western tanagers, Bullocks oriole and canyon towhee, to name a few. But the gnats and buzzing insects drove us to distraction until we could stand it no longer. The road continued through nice juniper oak woodlands, and stands of pines, past flats and meadows, turning into a well graded dirt road with lots of traffic! What’s the draw? Seven miles up we came to Columbine Ranger Station (closed), and although the roads had been steep, we decided to go to the end to see Riggs Lake (it should have been called Riggs Pond). It was packed with fishermen, young and old. A walk around the perimeter yielded house wren, yellow-rumped warbler and brown creeper. Back down the road (9,100’) we walked a trail at Shannon Campground hoping for the rare northern goshawk, but found instead red-faced, hermit and olive warblers. We headed for home, picking up some water birds in a pond near Safford at dusk.

By 4:45 a.m. Sunday, we were headed for remote Guadalupe Canyon, east of Douglas, thinking we would make it by the time the sun was up—WRONG! We didn’t get there until nearly 7:30, and lucky for us there was a light cloud cover until nearly noon. One of our first birds was a varied bunting that we later discovered was rearing 2 babies.

We sat down on a log to rest, and a male summer tanager came into a nearby shrub to feed on berries. We didn’t even need our binoculars! As we rounded a bend in the road we spotted a black hawk sitting high in a sycamore tree. Which kind was it, common black hawk or zone-tailed? It was a whining juvenile, squealing endlessly until an adult bird flew in. The wing pattern resembled that of a turkey vulture clinching the ID—a zone-tailed hawk (life bird for Glen, and the best views I ever had). At one point a second adult came in and they tried to pass something to the squawking juvie in mid air, but it was unable to catch the tidbit. On the way out rufous-crowned sparrows, violet-crowned hummingbirds and warbling vireos rounded out the walk. We arrived back at the trailer in the early afternoon, and decided to go to Miller Canyon. It was raining lightly, but we donned our ponchos for a little stroll. Gray jays were squawking, as were sulfur-bellied flycatchers in the pinyon juniper midlands. At the end of the road, we walked the trail finding painted redstart, black-throated gray, and Anna’s and blue-throated hummingbirds. Darkness drove us away, and we stopped at Schlotzbergs Deli for a delicious dinner.

We started out Monday at the Sierra Vista Sewage Ponds, another new place, and were surprised by the presence of a peregrine falcon in the fields there. Yellow-headed black birds were in the reeds, as was a pair of lazuli buntings. Bird activity was down, as it was already very hot. So we headed for the higher ground of Miller Canyon again, deciding to skip Ramsey Canyon for the nicer hike in Miller. The bed and breakfast in the apple orchard had a sign out welcoming birders, so we ventured in. The owner, Tom Bailey, proved to be quite a talker and took some time to sit with us on his patio. We saw black-chinned, magnificent, rufous, blue-throated, Anna’s and broad-tailed hummingbirds as it rained lightly, and came away with some apples (he has 20 varieties), honey and bees wax.

We left Miller Canyon to hitch up the trailer and head for the Tucson airport. Four days (104 species) was not nearly enough time, so perhaps we will steal away during the winter break from school to visit hawk alley, south of Wilcox.

*Note: Admission to Fort Huachuca requires a current vehicle registration, and proof of insurance.

 

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