This year March came in "like a lamb" and it looks like it is "going out like a lamb." Spectacular weather we have had here on Cedar Ridge. February and March have been stellar weather months for all the birds and animals. The year snow total so far and I am careful to say 'so far,' has been a little over 18 inches... and that is since October of 2009. All the snow has melted here close to Lake Superior, inland there are a few pockets left in shaded areas. The three feet of snow the folks had inland, over the Sawtooth Mountains is all but gone.
My pet deer Black Buck and his friends have disappeared deep into the forest. They leave each year after the snow melt and head inland to browse. Blackie has been with me since 2005, he has returned each year in January. He missed 2007 and I thought for sure the hunters, wolves, below zero weather or highway 61 finished him off. But to our joy, he came back in 2008, 2009 and January of this year. Each year he comes back, stands on the patio and waits for me to come out and go to the garage for corn.
He then follows behind me and stands patiently until I feed him out of the bucket.
Each year Blackie and his entourage of deer left sometime in April, as I have mentioned in past posts. This year he disappeared into the Superior National Forest the second week of March. It is always difficult to see my old friend leave, but he had a wonderful winter and left corn fed, with no ribs showing... unlike severe winters of the past.
The birds also fared well, no ice storms like last March, which was brutal to them and the trees. My "usual suspects" were all "moved" down to my house before the firearm deer season. As the weather gets colder, I put up a suet tree which is an old cedar branch that I put in a Christmas tree stand. I take a wood bit and drill many holes in the branch, then pack the holes with suet. We mix lard, peanut butter and cornmeal together for a concoction all the woodpeckers, Red-breasted Nuthatches and chickadees love.
The most apparent "transition" is the changing color of the American Goldfinch. The little American Goldfinch is gradually changing to his canary yellow color.
The American Goldfinch is one of the few birds that molts twice; in the fall and then again in the spring.
Soon he will look like this in the breeding season. Quite a transition in a short period of time.
I have been following a pair of Pileated Woodpeckers for many days in March... actually most of the winter. On March 20th, I succeeded in photographing the female. I would like to know how many miles I traveled to get this shot; most years photographing Big Woody hasn't been so difficult.
Home sweet home....
There have been a few migratory birds that stop over during the month of March. One such transient is the Snow Bunting. This beautiful bird is heading to their breeding grounds in the far north Arctic tundra. The male arrives in early April and the female follows in May. They will both fly through here again in the fall, usually in larger flocks. They winter in open country of the northern U.S. and "temperate" Canada... if there is such a place.
One of the more pleasant surprises of the winter has been the Northern Hawk Owl. This beautiful owl is a day time hunter, so seeing him is quite easy... if you can find him. I have found the Northern Hawk Owl seven different times here in Cook, Co. Unfortunately one of those times was a dead one on the side of highway 61. They are so intently focused on their hunt and prey, they swoop across the highway and notice nothing else. This intentness is good for the photographer, because the owl is quite approachable in this mode.
The bird I miss the most this winter, is the Gray Jay. Many winters we have the Gray Jay, aka Canada Jay, Whiskey Jack, Camp Robber here until the end of March. They never showed this winter, so we had to make a drive up the Gunflint Trail to find one.
Approachable is not the proper word... this fluffy inhabitant of the conifer forests, in my opinion, is the most friendly bird. Even more so than the Black-capped Chickadees and Red-breasted Nuthatches. If you have treats of meat scraps, summer sausage, bread, etc... they are your best friends. We had them in past years and always they would fly down, sit on the hand and eat various offerings.
The Bald Eagles are now nesting, sitting on eggs. We used to observe a decades old eagle nest close to our ridge, but last October, it blew down in a vicious wind storm. Fortunately, the pair is building again, two hundred yards from the old one.
March is bowing out gracefully... so we will patiently wait to see what surprises April brings. Mother Nature has a unique way of evening things out. One thing for certain, April is the month that begins the sparrow and wood warbler migration. Possibly my favorite time of the year.
"Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!" Helen Hunt Jackson
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