When I looked at my Eleven Mile Canyon bird list after my last visit, I saw that I was only four birds away from to top of the list of most species seen there. And there is a trail to an overlook I haven’t hiked. And I like the place. And I wanted to go somewhere to get away from the nonsense.
I expected it to be packed on a summer Saturday, and it was, but there were still a lot of birds around. In addition to the overlook trail, I also walked a mile down a side road called Wagon Tongue Gulch. I ended up with 38 species and now have top spot on the list by 10.
The view from the overlook.
I spent a long time looking for this Warbling Vireo before I realized it was singing from its nest. That doesn’t seem like a wise thing to do, but 40 minutes later, I found a second one doing the same thing. These two photos were taken about eight miles apart.
Preening Ruby-crowned Kinglet
Red-naped Sapsucker. I was sitting on a rock about 30 yards from the hole, waiting for the bird to show itself. When it did, it flew right towards me and landed on a small pine about 15 feet away.
American Dipper. A pair were constructing a nest on the side of a rock in the middle of the river. Unless there was a hidden ledge, I have no idea how they got the nest to stay there.
Ospreys have built a nest in a dead tree about 20 yards upstream.