15November2014

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North Point Sheboygan WI

Sometimes I don't think I have it in me to do this blogging thing. However if I don't post at least SOME of my photos, I'm left to wonder why I keep capturing images simply to fill up hard drives. I had a lot going on in October and should have chronicled some of it here. Alas life was happening which prevented me from spending too much time on screens (a good problem to have). Hopefully I will get around to posting at least some of my fall forays in the coming weeks. For now, I'll start with today...

North Point, Sheboygan, WI

North Point, Sheboygan, WI... I have to say it's one of my favorite places for waterbird photography, especially in the late afternoon.  It's perhaps one of the few places where I find gulls to be beautiful versus the dirty scavengers they are. Despite it's urban setting, I can expend hours absorbed with capturing images of gulls and waterbirds against the Niagra limestone bedrock and azure blue waters of Lake Michigan. Some of my favorite birds seen from this point include crushing looks at Little, Laughing and Bonaparte's Gulls, White-rumped Sandpiper, Barrow's Goldeneye and the currently occurring Harlequin Duck.

Harlequin Duck, DSLR

Harlequin Duck, DSLR

 Typically, one to a few Harlequin Ducks are seen in Wisconsin late fall through early winter on an annual basis. A few days ago, one was reported at North Point in Sheboygan. Since I had a class nearby this morning, I seized the afternoon opportunity to behold this colorful male.

Harlequin Duck, digiscoped

Harlequin Duck, digiscoped

Harlequin Duck, digiscoped

I challenged myself to try my hand at digiscoping this bird that was constantly moving and diving along the rocky shoreline. While my results weren't perfect, it was good practice trying to locate, manually focus and shoot a moving target. Digiscoping takes far greater patience than using a DSLR. I own both. While the DSLR is far easier to shoot with, digiscoping allows for greater reach and sometimes the results can yield some amazing detail. I also prefer the color results I get digiscoping with my Nikon V1 as opposed to my Canon DSLR.

I've been enamoured lately with the Great Black-backed Gulls at North Point . In digiscoping them, I've come to realize they have black toenails.

For that matter so do Herring and Ring-billed Gulls. A quick check of my Gulls of the Americas guide shows all the yellow and pink-legged gulls have this feature. This has me wondering about how many other birds have contrasting black toenails. I know Ruffs do. None of my Sibley eGuide illustrations show this feature on any of the birds previously mentioned. However, kudos to the National Geographic Field Guide to the Birds of Eastern North America, they got the toenails correct! I know most would think, "who cares about the toenails." I'm rather taken by this feature and am feeling moved to make a list of all the birds I observe with goth toenails. After all that's what we birders do, make lists.

"Do not make eye contact" thinks the Herring Gull

Ruby Delights

I spent the weekend in the company of this presumed hatch year (HY) male Ruby-throated Hummingbird. 

I had been resigned to thinking my feeders would no longer host anymore hummingbirds for the year when two appeared in the yard on Friday afternoon. I spent time photographing and digiscoping one of the birds which I concluded was likely a hatch year male. While aging Ruby-throated Hummingbirds in the field is challenging since seeing bill corrugations (the reliable method for aging) requires microscopic views, several features lead me to believe the bird in question is a HY male. For starters, the bird had two red-gorget feathers on the throat which nearly always is a indicative of a HY male. Secondly, the head and body feathers were buff-edged which is associated with HY birds of this species at this time of year. 

Ruby-throated Hummingbird showing 2 red gorget feathers

Showing the buffy edged head feathers during preening

Generally speaking, caution should be employed in attributing age and sex to Ruby-throated Hummingbirds during late summer and fall via field observation. By October, the full red-gorgetted adult males have long left the state with most if not all birds falling into the nebulous female/hatch year category. While it is generally true, birds with minimal to no dusky markings on the throat are likely females this feature is not the sole determining factor for sex per my banding training with the Great Lakes HummerNet team led by Allen Chartier. Furthermore, while a few red gorget feathers often point to a bird being a HY male, Pyle notes in the Identification Guide to North AmericanBirds, occasional AHY females can have one to a few iridescent red feathers in the throat. Hence the waters of age and sex become quite muddy when observing this species in the field during late summer/fall.

Bill corrugations (wrinkles on bill) ~90% of bill in this example indicate HY bird

Throat pattern on a HY male RTHU

When banding, once age is determined by bill corrugations (wrinkles on the bill), for a HY bird sans the red gorget feathers, often the wing cord and culmen measurements are sufficient for determining sex. The males are shorter on both measurements. When these measurements fall in an overlap range between the sexes, the shape of primary 6 (p6) is used to determine the sex. On a HY male Ruby-throated Hummingbird, p6 is attenuated to sharp point and the outer vane is quite narrow. This is seen well in the digiscoped images I captured of my weekend visitor (see image below). However note in an AHY female, p6, though less pointed is quite similar. In contrast a HY female’s p6 is rounded at the tip with the outer vane being wider.

Attenuated p6 on my weekend visitor

Another characteristic to consider in separating HY males from HY females is the shape of the outer retrix (r5). HY males have a more tapered outer retrix.  In the absence of knowing he bird’s age, again there is overlap in the outer retrix shape of a HY male versus AHY female. Same goes for throat pattern. Not all HY males will have red gorget feathers and as noted above, some AHY females can actually have one to a few red gorget feathers. Hence the earlier caution stands, in the absence of knowing the age of a Ruby-throated hummingbird (most reliably determined by bill corrugations under magnification), Ruby-throated Hummingbirds that are not AHY males with full red gorgets should typically be left identified to species only in the field. However with careful observations and photographs one may be able to age and sex.

Somewhat attenuated outer retrix
Shape on the weekend visitor is consistent with HY male or AHY female

But back to my visitor which I’m calling a "he" since after handling a couple hundred Ruby-throated Hummingbirds this summer, I feel fairly confident this is a young male. He spends most of his down time in the Washington Hawthorne. It’s both close to some of the preferred feeders and is great cover with its 1-2 inch thorns that offer some protection against avian predators like the local Cooper’s Hawk. Though I’m not sure a Cooper’s would be satisfied with a measly hummingbird meal that is the equivalent weight of a penny.

Hanging out in the Washington Hawthorne

Washington Hawthorne

While others in Wisconsin report their hummingbirds preferring flowers and bugs over nectar feeders in recent days, mine fed consistently on the feeders all day Saturday. Infrequently I saw him foraging for insects in our large pine tree and once nectaring on the Turtle Head and Anise Hyssop.  

Despite the cold temps in the mid 30s the bird still mustered the energy on Saturday to chase away one of the resident Chickadees on several occasions.  It was nice to have this little distraction between chores when my desire to go out on some major birding foray in the cold damp weather was lacking. Time will tell if the little bugger will be here tomorrow.

I’m still holding out hope, with seven feeders cleaned and refreshed every 2-3 days, that a vagrant hummingbird will find its way to my yard this year!

October Begins...

Mother Nature delivered up perfection this eve as I closed out the first day of October, my favorite month of the year. The sky was mostly cloudy as I walked due west from the parking area at Paradise Valley State Wildlife Area in search of suitable shorebird habitat.  I walked until the path petered out into a mudflat at the water's edge of the marsh.

Paradise Valley State Wildlife Area, Waukesha Co., WI

I found a lone obliging Black-bellied Plover that I observed for a few minutes. However, soon the setting sun captured my attention when it came piercing out between a break in clouds, throwing warm red-orange light across the marsh in complimentary reflections.

After taking in my fill of the setting sun, I returned to my former engagement, digiscoping a Black-bellied Plover in challenging, but also mesmerizing light.

As the sun made its final descent below the horizon, a Great Horned Owl started the evening serenade with its low "who-who-who who-who." Out of the western civil twilight sky, groups of Great Egrets and Black-Crowned Night Herons streamed over me into the marsh. The night herons called out in their hoarse croaky "woks" while sparrows seeped and chipped.  The scene was exhilarating and perfect.

As I walked back to my car in the fading twilight, my heart felt full and light. I nearly had myself convinced that this, nature, was all I needed. Nature is seemingly powerless to disappoint. In fact, it is everything to the contrary.

Wisconsin Boreal Bird Grand Slam

I'm in the throws of a birding hangover from the extended weekend at the Wisconsin Society for Ornithology's Jaegerfest field trip to Wisconsin Point followed by an exceptional day of birding in the northwoods of Forest County Wisconsin. Although I'm acclimating to the monotony of my ordinary life and staggering from sleep deprivation, I'm going to attempt to compose something about my extraordinary day of boreal bird-watching.

Already I feel the words jumbling in my brain, congealing into long complex sentences of extraordinary length. I need brevity! Here it goes (unsuccessfully not brief)...

Spruce-tamarack bog, Pine River Road, Forest Co, WI

Sunrise, September 22nd, my group and I arrived at the sweet spot of the Forest County birding roads, a black spruce-tamarack bog along Pine River Road, just west of the Giant Pine Road intersection. This bog is part of the greater Headwaters Wilderness Area in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest. The first target species was Spruce Grouse.

Pine River Road, Forest Co, WI

As we approached the target stretch of road a dark blob of grouse potential was spotted gritting 500 plus feet in the distance. I remarked "wouldn't that be something if that's a Spruce Grouse." And sure enough, it was nice male Spruce Grouse. THAT WAS TOO EASY. Having had exceptional luck seeing this species in Michigan this year and experiencing great photographic success with this rather tame bird, I expected I would have plenty of time to knock out a few doc shots. Wrong. We watched the bird grit in the road, fly up to a tamarack to feed at a vast distance of approximately 100-175 feet.  When I finally decided to the ready the camera before approaching closer, the bird retreated into the depths of the bog. Thus I came away without a photo, but with great satisfaction having accomplished seeing this species in Wisconsin for the current year, feat that has been hard to come by in the Wisconsin northwoods during most years.

Gray Jay

Moving on, we set out on foot hopeful to locate the other boreal specialties, Gray Jay and Boreal Chickadee. Immediately after stepping out of the vehicle, some faint Gray Jay "toots" were discerned in the distance.  Eventually two birds worked their way toward the roadside to investigate the ape visitors to their home.

Upon finding two of my three target boreal species for the day in less than a half hour of birding, I declared we would need to set our birding goals higher for the day and go for a Black-backed Woodpecker. All the "go for" really meant was nothing more than adding the bird to my "wish list" for the day. In the case of Black-backed Woodpecker, the past few years have felt like a lost hope when looking for this elusive woodpecker in the Wisconsin bogs. Despite spending countless hours walking and driving suitable habitat in Forest, Vilas and Douglas counties in search of this woodpecker, I had seen but one in Wisconsin in all my years of birding here.

Thus I more realistically turned my birding efforts toward locating a Boreal Chickadee. I continued to bird my way to the far west end of this stretch of sweet bog. My aspirations for finding the brown headed chickadee were dwindling. After over an hour of searching, the bog remained void of their wheezy nasal calls...

Then what should grab my attention, but the "pik"call of what I was sure was a Black-backed Woodpecker!

Black-backed Woodpecker

Listen... Record... Be dismissed by my birding companion who claimed, "and why isn't that just a squirrel?" Self-doubt set in..."Well maybe it was just a squirrel," I muttered. Then what should appear from the woods where the calls resounded? A medium-sized woodpecker! As it flew across the road, my birding companion still in denial remarked, "that looks like a Hairy." That was until the bird landed on a tamarack sporting its all black back and bright yellow forehead! My ID on this bird was vindicated. I was in complete disbelief as a wave of a complete birding high swept over me. Grinning ear to ear, my hands went up in a total cheesemo football uprights gesture. Not more than 20 minutes after declaring this bird a target species for the day it miraculously appeared! What's not to love about the mere mention of a species conjuring up its presence! INCREDIBLE.

Now for Boreal Chickadee...

Boreal Chickadee

Pine Siskins and Purple Finches were flying overhead while Yellow-rumped Warblers and Hermit Thrush worked the tamarack edges, yet the rambunctious brown boreal sprites were seemingly absent. Then suddenly a flurry activity ensued along the road and a band of Yellow-rumps, Chickadees and Red-breasted Nuthatches came frolicking through bringing with them three Boreal Chickadees...and with that the Boreal Grand Slam was realized. Any pressure to find more "target species" simply melted away in a sea a bliss.  What remained was the simple joy of birding every bird and enjoying the remainder of the day.

Pine River Bridge, looking south

Pine River Bridge, looking north

Robberfly sp

Working toward the Pine River bridge, we picked up our second grouse species for the day, Ruffed Grouse. Two, possibly three, were drumming which was unexpected for fall. I know little about Ruffed Grouse behavior, but assume drumming is more typical of spring.  A mixed flock of migrating passerines in the area yielded what is likely my last look for the year at the fairest lady of the forest, a female Black-throated Blue Warbler. I also found a robberfly sunning itself on my car door. A new species for me, one I have yet to identify.

Following birding at the Pine River Bridge, I suggested looking for Evening Grosbeaks in Alvin while it was still earlier in the day. I told our visiting birder from Virginia it would be a long shot since Evening Grosbeaks have been sparse in Wisconsin the past year. I was also uncertain if early fall was a good time of year to find them. Forecasting failure appeared to be a good strategy. Consistent with the almost too easy success with finding the gems of the boreal forests, we located a flock of Evening Grosbeaks within 15 minutes of exploring the small town of Alvin. The usual feeders for these birds were empty. However the feeders at 7912 Second Street were stocked and holding these birds in the area. We met the homeowner and explained our interest in her yard.She reported her husband hated these birds because they cleaned out the feeders. We informed her of Alvin being one of few towns remaining where Evening Grosbeaks were seen regularly, also telling her that many Wisconsin birders travel to Alvin, to see the grosbeaks. I suggested she put a donation box for birders to contribute to the purchase of seed. We offered her money in appreciation of her keeping her feeders stocked with seed. She gladly accepted.

Evening Grosbeak, Alvin, WI

Following a successful run up to Alvin, we finished out the day back on the forest roads. The fall colors of the maple trees against the spruce-tamarack bogs were exquisite.

Lunch at Shelp Lake was followed by the discovery of five regal looking Trumpeter Swans on the lake. The afternoon was relatively quiet along the forest roads with the exception of flushing numerous American Robins and catharus thrushes along the more shaded stretches of road. We also came upon a family of Ruffed Grouse gritting in the road. Sighting these birds in addition to earlier drumming was nice.

Shelp Lake, Forest Co, WI

While it may not have been the official first day of fall, the weather, scenery and birds were every bit what fall feels like to me. My favorite poetically melancholy season just got better. These are the days I live for. While the bird photos are generally some of my worst work, the memories are pretty spectacular. Truly when all else feels like its failing and life in other arenas seems to overdose in disappointment, birding brings me joy. Birds=Happiness...temporary, but happiness nonetheless.

Trumpeter Swans, Shelp Lake, Forest Co, WI

The Perils of Glass

Yesterday I was working at my desk when I heard a bang from the sunroom that I suspected was a bird striking a window. I had cleaned the glass on the back screen door a week or so ago and never replaced the bird-deterrent decal and unfortunately a bird collided with the glass door. As long as the interior door is closed this presents little danger to the birds. However on warm days when I opt to leave the interior door open, this screen door beckons birds toward what appears to be a convenient flyway.

I should know better. A few years back during migration, I lured a Gray-cheeked Thrush to its death via this manner.  Following this incident I purchased falcon silhouette decals to prevent future bird carnage. It would seem it can never be one of the ubiquitous House Sparrows who finds its demise via a window strike. Without fail, it always has to be some decent species other than your basic backyard junk bird that has to crash into the glass.

In yesterday's case, near death came to this Red-eyed Vireo... (well not really)

Fortunately, although stunned by the window strike, the bird appeared unharmed. I retrieved it from the back stoop, gave it some water, warmed it for a spell, shot a few macros of it and placed it back in the dogwood where I've seen it feeding the past few days.  It flew without difficulty after gathering composure and recuperating for a few minutes. Later in the day it announced it presence with a whine and I located it foraging on the fruits and insects of the Washington Hawthorne growing in my yard.

Today the Red-eyed Vireo returned again. Given that I get few woodland species visiting my yard, I'm 99% certain this is the same bird that's been present for several days.

Although my house has felt like the bane of my existence the past few years, I am proud of taking my yard from this in 2005 when I moved in....

And turning it into this in 2011...

And this today...

While this may not seem like much of an accomplishment for those who live in warmer and more temperate climates, transforming a rather barren landscape to a multidimensional oasis of trees, shrubs and plants, requires time and patience in the Upper Midwest.

In 2006, I joined the Arbor Day Foundation basically to receive some free fruiting trees that were mere twigs. Among them was my now thriving Washington Hawthorne and some dogwood variety, both of which the birds love as a food source and cover. In subsequent years I supplemented my plantings with a Silky Dogwood and Pagada Dogwood from the UW Arboretum Native Plant Sale. The Silky Dogwood, another bird favorite for its berries, thrived and readily sent up volunteers which I spread throughout the yard. The result is what you see today. While the shit House Sparrows and the chipmunks seem to consume most of the Silky Dogwood fruit, my expanding hummingbird population and Black-capped Chickadees enjoy the cover these native shrubs provide. However, my thriving trees and shrubs have begun to shade out my lavender, echinacea and other sun-loving perennials. This is par for the course in the life of a chaotic gardener who somewhat haphazardly developed this yard without a defined plan. Adaptation is key. Just today I transplanted some of these sun-loving plants to areas in my yard that can still support them.

My neighbor with his pesticide-laden, chemically-enhanced yard purports that I need a chainsaw, I beg to differ.

Despite my efforts, the bird life in my yard generally still remains to be a rather banal mix of House Sparrows, House Finches, American Goldfinches, Northern Cardinals, Mourning Doves, Downy Woodpeckers, and White-breasted Nuthatches. However on occasion I've proudly hosted the following species which I feel is somewhat of a decent accomplishment for a small urban Midwestern backyard:

Carolina Wren
Gray Catbird
Great Horned Owl
Swainson's Thrush
Tennessee Warbler
Cape May Warbler
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Brown Creeper
White-crowned Sparrow
Fox Sparrow

Also typical for an urban Midwestern backyard is the occasional visit from a feasting Cooper's Hawk. While these birds typically hunt my feeders, just recently a young Cooper's Hawk spent several minutes trying to access my House Sparrow trap. Eventually I felt bad for the energy the bird was expending and scared it off...



Regardless of the fondness and attachment I have for my yard, I am hoping this will be my last fall in my house. This yard is the most positive memory I will take with me when I leave.  It will be difficult to let go of this labor of love. However as with all things in life, I'm at getting better at the letting go thing. After all, nothing has permanence.

Tertial Talk

Glacial Drumlin Trail crossing Rock Lake, Jefferson Co, WI

Yesterday I went birding sans camera other than having my iPhone. I have been opting to do this more often since my bloody DSLR with a zoom lens can feel quite heavy after a few miles. With that being said this blog post will be relatively void of photos.

I visited the Glacial Drumlin Trail in Lake Mills, WI in hopes of seeing some fall warblers. Being this was only my 3rd time out for fall warblers and having seen a paucity of them this season, I was still feeling a bit rusty with identifying those drab and sometimes confusing fall warbler plumages.

Birding was slow and I was out for an hour before I happened upon my first warbler. And what should it be? A hatch year Cape May Warbler which I did not recognize as such on first glance. I thought to myself, "Great this will be the only warbler I see today and I can't identify it." I immediately found myself wishing for my camera which I consider the cheaters method for bird ID. I admit I am guilty of such practice on occasion.

At first glance the bird appeared to be a plain grayish bird with a faintly streaked breast...hmm, Yellow-rump? No. That species is always obvious to me in the drabbest of plumages. So what the hell is it? I went to task to refind the bird and frame my observation in what I've heard Richard Crossley term "tertial talk." I find this approach to birding seems to be of greater necessity in the fall when "jizz" birding just can't get you there. By the way, who? WHO ever came up with that term? "Jizz?" Really? Only the nerdiest of birders with the cleanest of thoughts could have thought this acronym could possibly be a term to throw around in earshot of nonbirders who could only be wondering why geeks with binoculars are talking about...Well you know what I'm getting at (or maybe you don't).

Upon refinding the bird, I confirmed thin wing bars, the now defunct Dendroica white in the tail (I can't keep up with all the silly changes), there was no hint whatsoever of any yellow on the flanks or rump and the face pattern and size of the bird were not correct for Yellow-rumped. The clue to this bird's ID came with sizing up its fine "arse." I observed a green wash on the rump as well as on the edging of the primaries. The pale neck was observable too. Having seen most of the other confusing warblers on past outings this fall, process of elimination quickly narrowed my field of candidates to Cape May even though my faulty memory was not recalling this green rump feature on a first year bird. But then again, I really don't spend much time birding warblers in the fall as they definitely lose a shit-ton of there sex appeal this time of year and thus my interest. I'm also questioning, with my limited fall warblering, if I've ever seen this plumage which would explain my lack of familiarity. In checking my handy little Sibley Guide app in the field I confirmed what I suspected, I was beholding a fine example of a hatch year Cape May warbler. I later found another bird with the more classic female Cape May appearance that is more familiar to me. These birds were loosely traveling together and made for some nice opportunities to compare the plumages.

This experience set the tone of the rest of my birding for the morning. It propelled me into contemplation about how much better my learning and retention of fall warbler plumage is when I think and approach identification from this "tertial talk" perspective. I reflected on how much easier birding in the spring is when the plumages are so much more distinctive and I have the benefit of clearly IDable songs as oppose to no sound or an array of warbler chips I'm just not patient enough to try and discern.

Downy Rattlesnake Plantain

I do still wish for the purposes of my musing about this here and now that I had a photo of the bird. However, I am also grateful I didn't have it handy to take the lazy road to learn (on the shallowest of levels I might add) its identity.  Oh and I did go on to find a handful of other warblers totaling a measly 5 species.

Regardless of the low bird activity, it was a pleasant morning to be out with little wind and a slight crispness to the air. I also found some Turtlehead blooming and the leaves of a Downy Rattlesnake Plantain orchid which are plants I've seen in Michigan, but are firsts for Wisconsin.

Spring Green West in the Rain

I feel like I can't get a blog post together these days to save my life. It's not for lack of material. On the contrary, I've been out taking photographs and observing all sorts of whimsical bugs, captivating scenery and flowers. Hopefully some of the images will find their way onto this blog in the near future. If only the pace of life would slow...

For now I'll focus on my recent outing. A few days ago I found myself in the late morning rain at the west unit of Spring Green Preserve. I came here because the plants have been more interesting at the west versus east unit this year. Additionally, the rare-for-Wisconsin Blue Grosbeak offers an added attraction to visiting this area. This bird has been present at the west unit of Spring Green since June 3. Both male and female were observed early in the season. There's a good chance breeding occurred despite not being confirmed.

The most striking visual when I entered the preserve was the contrasting colors of sumac, Dotted Horsemint and oak leaves that yielded a tapestry of red, white and green reminiscent of Christmas. Coupled with the fog over the bluffs, it was a quite a sight to behold.

Dotted Horsemint

Initially my walk in the rain was fairly intense with all the delightful components of Wisconsin thunderstorm. When the sky lit up followed by thunder, I had to remind myself that the odds of being struck by lightning were actually very slim despite my propensity toward often putting myself in circumstances where this phenom is more likely to occur.

Field Sparrow

Eventually the rain subsided, and with that, the bird activity increased. Among the 28 species I observed, the predominant species was Field Sparrow. Adults and young were busily foraging and singing.

Brown Thrasher

Other birds observed included an adult and juvenile Lark Sparrow, Warbling Vireo, Brown Thrasher, a family of Baltimore Orioles, Eastern Phoebes, American Kestrels, Eastern Bluebird, Eastern Kingbird and a lone American Redstart. Shortly before noon, the star of the prairie, the male Blue Grosbeak, was heard singing and then sighted atop an oak. He was quickly chased off by an Indigo Bunting. He perched once more, gave another sexy shout out, then disappeared upon further harassment by the pesky bunting.

Eastern Tailed Blue

With a break in the rain showers the insects became more active along with the birds. I noticed a significant number of Lacewings working the foliage along the path as well as a few butterflies and dragonflies.

Lacewing

Few plants are currently blooming which is typical for most areas in the northern Great Lakes region in late August. Rough Blazing Star is among one of the more striking flowering plants the punctuates Wisconsin prairies during late summer.

Rough Blazing Star

Rough Blazing Star

And of course, I had to take advantage of photographing the nice water droplets left behind by the rain. Observing how the rain decorates the foliage is certainly one of the more appealing features of visiting natural areas in the rain.

Round-headed Bush Clover

On my first pass down the trail, I missed this rather large snake shed (see below). However having made a return visit along the same section of trail, afforded my slow gaze to find what I later learned is a Timber Rattlesnake shed. I saw no evidence of the owner of this skin and am told finding snakes this time of year is actually quite challenging. I have also come to learn Timber Rattlesnakes will forage in the lowlands despite their preferred habitat of the rocky bluffs over-looking Spring Green. While I generally tread with care at Spring Green due to my purposeful looking for insects, herps and plants, I now know to be even more cautious in the event I encounter such a lovely venomous creature. It sure would have been incredible to find the actual snake! Perhaps that will be on my bucket list to look for next spring.

Timber Rattlesnake shed