|Male Black-chinned Hummingbird|
Not a Plain Cap, but lovely just the same
A year passed. I have waited patiently. Finally, earlier this month one singular Plain-cap showed up at Madera Canyon, a canyon magnificently bereft of anyone named Claire. So yesterday I spent much of yesterday flying from Sacto to Los Angeles where my flight was inexplicably held up 2 hours. UGH! Finally I arrived, tired and slightly cranky in Tucson. I rented a car and sped over to Madera Canyon where I took possession of a little rented Casita room at the famous birder's venue, the Santa Rita Lodge. The lodge is famous for having a seating area set up for birders where they can sit and watch umpteen species of hummingbirds and other local flora and fauna feed. V. convenient arrangement all around.
|Canyon Wren that flew in for a look-see|
|No matter how many feeders are put in there will be squabbles|
Male Broad-billed Hummingbirds in a face off
|Male Hepatic Tanager on Suet Feeder|
|A girlie Hepatic Tanager - as yellow as the male was red - flew in for some suet too|
|'Yeah, I'm pretty damned cute' muses a cheeky Broad-billed Hummer|
|Arizona Woodpecker - a girlie as she hasn't a red patch on her noggin|
|Unexpected mad eyed devil; a male Bronzed Cowbird|
|Yellow-nosed Cotton Rat|
|Shy Coues White-tail Doe|
Midday I drove to the bottom on Madera Canyon where it is warmer than at the top of the canyon. I became enchanted by the numerous butterflies there, all of which are new to me and had to be looked up on line. Butterflies are even more difficult to photograph than birds sometimes as some of them never seem to sit down and hold-the-hell still.
|left, a Leda's Ministreak, on the right, uh...|
None of my butterfly shots are too sharp as I never have the depth of field focus adjusted to the situation. *sigh* Which is why I am hold the duel title of world's laziest birder & world's laziest butterfly watcher.
After sundown I again went to the bottom of Madera Canyon and there spotted a couple of Lesser Nighthawks out for a wing around the desert. The shots I got were rather dark but I intend to get a better picture or two by Monday, when I leave Arizona. This is only a short visit, and there really ought not have been a visit in the first place, but had to have a try at seeing a Plain-capped Starthroat. This is probably the guiltiest last second birding trip for me ever. Oh well. People fly to Las Vegas for less noble reasons, wrote the judgmental woman.