Things are really heating up on our Haunted Trail event. You are already aware of this, so no need to go into further detail on that – of note though, my pillow recently filed a missing person’s report on me. These are the days I regret giving up caffeine so many years ago. Fortunately for me, Brad was able to stockpile some posts to keep you entertained while we try to deal with the nasty clown infestation in the woods. Today Brad is bringing you another adventure from one of their favorite locations – Hilton Head Island. Note, Brad and Jan are back on assignment and will have limited access to respond to comments, apologies in advance for that. Suspect the Intrigued HQ is in absolute chaos with both of us gone (I’m looking at YOU legal department!). Time for me to head back into the haunt lab.
Take it away Brad….
As many of our long-time readers know, Wildlife Intrigued photographers constantly travel these United States to bring you the latest on birding, and sometimes, human behaviors. Jan and I have had a very busy photo assignment calendar these past couple of years. To show the extent Wildlife Intrigued will go to bring you a story, a year ago while on assignments, we saw both oceans buffering the United States.
Jan and I spent a few chilly mornings on Hilton Head Island on the Atlantic Ocean last February. I thought South Carolina is supposed to be warmer than Illinois in February. The afternoons all ended up being quite lovely. However, one morning, there was ice on the fence near the ocean at sunrise. After a brief shiver and then a short ride in our warm rental car, Jan and I ended up at a favorite place from prior visits: Fish Haul Beach at low tide. Time for a small sidebar to share what I learned about the names of various tides.
Hit the jump to learn more about this upturn billed featured feathered friend!
As you can ascertain from this post, I survived the ankle surgery! Quite the ordeal, but Brad and I have two friends going through heart valve replacements up at Mayo right now, so comparatively minor in context. Just wanted to give a quick update as some of you had reached out. Unfortunately, once they got everything opened up, the doctor discovered the injury was worse than expected – not what you want to hear as you are clearing the fog of anesthesia. I’ll get more details during the followup. From Linda’s understanding, in addition to the multitude of expected repairs, the tendon was torn severely beyond initial assessment and strongly suggested those extra 48 miles in the race …..were not helpful (I’ll spare you Linda’s commentary, there might be delicate ears looking over your shoulder). Been some rough nights so far, but Linda is taking great care of me and Brad and Jan are keeping good tabs on me. Won’t keep you any longer as I know you would rather get to another adventure from Brad. Oh, apparently there were some comedians in the operating room as Linda found this when we got home…admittedly, I do laugh out loud every time I see it!!
Take it away Brad…
It’s not very often that Wildlife Intrigued photographers are at risk from their subject matter. Not often, but it does happen. Upon reflection, it does seem to be that Jan is the one that most often steps into harm’s way for these stories.
It was a lovely February day on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. By lovely, I mean clear skies and no rain. The temps, however, were hovering just above the freezing mark. Sea spray overnight had frozen on the fences and seagrass near our hotel on the ocean. Jan and I decided to wait until the temperatures were at least in the 40’s before venturing outside. Cold fingers and cold camera batteries do not make good photos.
After lunch at one of the cool breakfast/lunch restaurants on the island, we chose to drive to Jarvis Creek Park. You may remember Jarvis Creek Park from last year’s visit. The park includes a nice pond/lake (depending on your definition), nearly one mile of paved walking and fitness trails, clean restrooms, picnic areas, a fishing pier, and even a bike repair station. On the other hand, before you let the children run amok in nature, it also has alligators. We’ve only ever seen the gators close to the water in the lake, but nothing stops them from crawling up the bank to the walking path, except maybe the effort to get uphill. (see here for gators from Jarvis Creek Park)
But that’s not what this story is about. This is a story about a threat not from the water, but from the sky. Well, almost a threat in retrospect.
Jan and I had been wandering around the lake trying to photograph some spastic flying blue streaks (tree swallows) when we paused under the pine trees near the water. Jan was a bit further along, still trying to catch the tree swallows (future story) and I was watching a gator try to get down it’s first meal of the season. It was rather gruesome, so no photos here. We both paused for a second to give our memory cards a chance to catch up, when there was a minor kerfuffle from a tree near the water.
I must say, I am coming off a really enjoyable weekend. Linda and I went up to one of our favorite Illinois parks to the north – Chain O’ Lakes State Park in Spring Grove. The boys had an agility competition and I was looking forward to a final outdoor fling before the shut-down. The boys did well, although they definitely felt the heat on that second day as the Midwest ovens were turned on full. Ron met me there and we got some good birding in despite the heat, adding 4 more birds to my annual count which now sits at 386+3. Just 11 more to go to reach that once thought unattainable 400 unique species plateau. Capping off the weekend, Linda and I added multiple biking excursions and a fantastic day of kayaking all while enjoying camping in the woods. All those outdoor activities also erased any doubts I might have about going through with the ankle surgery as it is pretty swollen at the moment. I want to continue enjoying those outings with Linda and add back in the long runs into the mix – the ankle fix is the path to get me there (I really appreciate all the well wishes everyone has been sending my way). While I get ready for that change, Brad is going to bring you an encounter with a species that went through its own change, albeit less invasive. In 2024, the last hyphen was officially removed from his featured feathered friend.
Take it away Brad…
It’s February at home in Illinois, which means it’s cold. Jan and I have made an annual escape, three years running now, to someplace warmer than Illinois in February. This year, and probably the next few, we skedaddled to Hilton Head Island. On one of our last full days, we decided to try someplace recommended by Ted (see his site here). After driving for about 90 minutes, only getting lost once, I finally found one of the two parking spaces near the Port Royal Cypress Wetlands. The wetlands seem to be right in the middle of the town of Port Royal, hence the name of the wetlands. I’m sure there are more spaces available someplace nearby, but I couldn’t easily find them. Ted probably knows the secret parking locations.
The cypress wetlands remind me of Hall’s Pond in Brookline, MA (here); a nice respite in the middle of humanity’s hustle and bustle. In actuality, I’m not sure Port Royal qualifies for “hustling and bustling” as much as Brookline, MA does.
The pond, or wetland, is only a couple of acres of water surface area. Once the car was parked, cameras made ready, and the car was locked, I walked to the end of the elevated deck above the edge of the water near the parking area. There were so many birds and turtles on an island in the middle of the water, with a couple of alligators slowly circling, that I completely missed all of the birds napping in the trees right next to me. Once the first was spotted, then they all started popping out of the branches.
Hit the jump to read more about this Tree Penguin and all of its friends.
I’ve mentioned this in a few comment replies, but for those that missed it, I received some bittersweet news last week regarding a certain mal-performing joint I’ve been fighting with for over 7 months. If you recall during my last ultra-race..
A sudden motion made me s[l]ip, now we’re into a brand new ‘trip’
There is much debate on whether it would have been better had I actually fallen to the ground vs the ankle going 90 degrees under my leg while I stayed upright. For brevity, a misdiagnosis and then later discover of a double fracture in the tibia left me hobbled through April before getting the okay to resume training. That was met with a very angry joint that eventually led me in search of an explanation if not a remedy. A new ortho-surgeon and more x-rays found very bad things including likely breaks and/or ligament/tendon tear aways from the fibula and minimally severe inner joint ligament damage. MRI scheduled, but suspect a very sharp knife is in my future. Not looking forward to losing the rest of this year, however, incredibly relieved that there is finally a path forward. While I struggle to get this all sorted out, Brad is going to jump into the dojo…I mean spotlight and share another of his adventures from South Carolina.
Take it away Brad…
The word “vacation” means many things to many people. If you are reading this story, then your definition is probably closer to the one Jan and I use. Our definition may include beaches and exotic locations, but there are rarely, if ever, whole days sitting by the pool or on the beach with an umbrella drink and a half empty bottle of sunscreen nearby. Usually our definition of “vacation” includes the exotic location: checkmark. But that’s where the similarity stops. Instead of a pool, we are typically next to a marsh, wetland, crashing surf, mountain or volcano. In place of the umbrella drinks are usually large camera/glass combos hanging from our Black Rapid camera straps. OK, we do sometimes have the sunscreen nearby, but it is usually subtlety layered with bug screen. Oh, and wet wipes; can’t forget to keep the hands clean for holding our cameras. Bug spray on your hands then touching plastic camera parts leads to fingerprints in the hard plastic. Please do NOT try this at home.
This “vacation” was no different. Jan and I took a last-minute trip to Hilton Head Island to avoid some of the frigid weather at home in Illinois in February. We only avoided some of the cold, because for the first few days the cold followed us south.
We (meaning Jan and I and the cameras) spent the morning at Fish Haul Beach toward the eastern end of Hilton Head Island. However, after a very late lunch, (I can’t even remember where we ate that day) we decided we hadn’t taken quite enough photos for the day. Reviewing our options, and not wanting to drive for hours after lunch, we chose Pinckney Island National Wildlife Refuge which is smack dab in between Hilton Head Island and the mainland off of US-278. We visited this refuge last year and walked for hours. Since it was already nearing 4pm, we decided to only walk out a mile, see what we would see at Ibis Pond, and then head back to the car. We were not disappointed.
(Oh-ho-ho-ho) Huh, ha Keep on, keep on, keep on… reading by hitting the jump
Greetings from the southwest! Linda and I made it to Arizona yesterday and as expected, today was a birding extravaganza going +14 for the year including +3 lifers. (that puts me only 27 birds from being in the top 100 in the US yeah!!). Climbing foothills has pretty much wiped me out (with a tenderized ankle), so Brad is going to close out the month with an adventure in the complete opposite direction.
Take it away Brad…
As many of our readers know by now, Intrigued HQ sent Jan and I to review the European operations in January. We were able to spend many days with Allyson and check out many of the locations she had been editing from. Once we were back in the States, Jan was going through her e-mail backlog and found a deal from a hotel in South Carolina we’ve used before. After a few minutes checking, their claim proved the special deal was legit. Jan then remembered that she also had airline miles to use, so we booked a quick trip to Hilton Head Island, non-stop from our local airport (expense report pending). This time we would take the big glass along and not rely on our smartphones for everything. While that usually means our shoulders get a workout, we get far more usable photos in the end. For those of our readers that choose to fly with their big glass, please leave comments on how you protect/package it for flights, especially if you have to use regional jets like Jan and I do.
As the departure date approached, the temps in Central Illinois began to flirt with 0 degrees Fahrenheit, or -18C for our international readers. Central Illinois can get rather cold during February. I know, I know, you folks in Wisconsin and Minnesota always say we know nothing about cold. Anything below zero degrees Fahrenheit is cold. Period. Jan and I have chosen to escape to warmer parts of the country for a week (maybe longer next year if the Intrigued accountants will approve it) during February, just to thaw things out a little bit. Plus, our camera batteries last longer when the temps are above freezing, so do our fingers. Jan and I weren’t very worried about the temps as long as Hilton Head Island held up its end of the bargain and kept true to the differential we have come to expect, meaning 30-40 degrees warmer than Illinois in February. Well, Hilton Head Island held up its end of the bargain . . . mostly. Temps when Jan and I landed were near 40F, a tad chillier than we normally experience, but still 40 degrees warmer than Illinois. Not to worry, by the end of our stay, regular daytime temps at Hilton Head were approaching the mid 60’s.
For our first birding day on this trip, we decided to go a bit further south in hopes of catching just 5 more degrees, maybe even into the upper 40’s. Once the rental car was loaded with cameras, Jan and I drove to Savannah National Wildlife Refuge (SNWR) to see what we could see.
Laurel Hill Wildlife Drive (LHWD), a small part of SNWR, is a 4.5-mile “road” that meanders (their word from the brochure) through a small portion of the refuge’s freshwater impound system. Essentially, visitors drive in one direction on causeways and two-track roads through the marshlands (my words). Thankfully, temps did end up being about 5 degrees warmer, but that was all.
At our first repeat stop on LHWD from the prior year, about 0.5 miles in, there is a small pull-out area. Naturally, I parked the rental car (still trying to figure out how to expense the car on this trip) and started walking the grassy areas near the water. Remember when I said the temps were only in the 40’s? There was also a bit of wind that day making it hard to hold the camera still. That’s a good and bad thing. Bad because we were cold. It was certainly an experience to try to operate the camera controls with my gloves on. Good because alligators are also cold and very (to the third power, as in “very very very”) slow. Usually when the temps are this cold, they are busy sunning themselves (though it was cloudy and windy) and they really don’t want to waste precious heat energy chasing down photographers. After a few (hundred) clicks of the cameras for the few birds we could see, remember it was a bit breezy, Jan and I huddled up making a plan for our next stop. Really, we just wanted to go sit in the warm car for a few minutes. When all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, a clump of reeds near us moved.
These clumps are made for movin’ And that’s just what they did One click of the jump, gonna reveal all to you (note, Brad is NOT responsible for this lame Sinatra reference)
And here we are, the first day of August. The entire Intrigued staff are very aware today is the official start of Haunt Stress Season. Our annual Haunted Trail event (link here) is now less than two months away and simply based on the number of half-done projects scattered about the headquarters, there is going to be a lot of sleepless nights between now and event opening. I am going to hop on the Mothership and get a couple of pending race recap posts out that I don’t want on the top of the list while trying to finish up the new props (one of the posts is going to be painful enough all by itself). While I lighten the top of my queue, Brad is going to bring you a new field find from South Carolina.
Take it away Brad…
During a typical Illinois winter, Jan and I like to escape the weather for a week or so in February. Last year we went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina (not very far from North Carolina). This year we visited Hilton Head Island on the other end of South Carolina, right next to Georgia. After a long morning at Sea Pines Forest Preserve, we wanted to see birds at the seashore. One of the Top Ten lists for birders in the area suggested Fish Haul Beach, so that’s where we headed.
As we left the parking lot and walked through the dunes, I could see what looked like a bunch of ants way out at the edge of the water. Being a typical landlubber, I had completely forgotten about the tides. When it’s high tide, no problem, there’s a narrow beach and no tidal flat to walk on. But at only a few minutes before a very low tide, the flats are a couple hundred yards deep (beach to waterline) depending on location.
Tide’s out. Let’s go see what’s out there.
Naturally, I began to stroll in that direction. Jan started strolling as well, but in a completely different direction on the tidal flat, there was so much area to cover! There’s always that little bit of a funky smell when the tide is all the way out. The sand was wet but very firm and easy to walk on; much easier than the really dry powdery sand above the high tide line. These little clear tubes were sticking up all over the place. They sort of looked like a forest of plastic drinking straws. Remember grade school milk cartons and those little plastic straws? That’s just what they looked like, but a bit shorter. I tried to be careful not to step on them, but quickly realized that was a losing proposition, and trod as carefully as I could through the forest of inch-long (25mm for the rest of the world) clear tubes. I still don’t know what was hiding under the sand, maybe there’s a future story when I find out.
A lady was scraping mussels (or clams or oysters) off a rocky pile as I passed by. She didn’t even look up; they must be very used to tourists with large cameras strolling by at low tide. The mussels (or whatever they were) must have been particularly good that day.
As I got closer to the ants, I could see they were actually medium-sized black and white birds with a bit of orange/red highlight color. From that distance I still couldn’t tell which end was which. Before I could get close enough for a decent identification photo, the bunch of them took flight. My shoulders fell when I thought I missed my chance at a +1 bird.
This has felt like an unusually long month for me. Pretty much been on the go since the start, dog shows, our annual medical appointments, family events, more dog shows and every time I managed to find a slot, I was out on the trail. With Ruger’s recent competition over the weekend, the back to back schedule pressure is finally lifted for a couple of weeks. This will give me more time to get ready for the upcoming ultra and finally make some progress on a mega Halloween prop taking shape in my basement (fingers crossed Linda doesn’t go down there and see her basement covered in foam shavings). In tribute to the Vultures circling impatiently overhead while on my long run today, Brad is going to bring us another adventure from their travels east. May I recommend putting on Meatloaf’s Paradise by the Dashboard Light while enjoying this “fresh” post (link here)! (…and still pissed they replaced Patti Russo with an actress for the I’d Do Anything For Love video).
Take it away Brad…
I bet the title conjured up one of two songs from the 1970’s. Jungle Love by The Steve Miller Band, or Muskrat Love by the Captain and Tennille. Both used synthesizers. I just wanted to see if I could get a song going in your heads, like the Gulls, Gulls, Gulls from last year.
Why does nearly everything interesting that happens in a tree, happen in the middle of a bunch of leaves and twigs? I mean, c’mon! Can’t anyone actually hop to the end of an exposed branch and go through the poses to make bird photography easier? It’s just a few photos and a microsecond of your day. No? Well, OK. See if I make your photos flattering or not.
Actually, with today’s birds, I’m not sure there is a way to make the photos flattering.
Jan and I were on a Bird Walk through the Audubon Newhall Preserve on Hilton Head Island. The guide was talking about cedar knees and the red-cockaded woodpecker nest hole we had just passed. There was a very slight breeze blowing through the treetops. But not quite enough of a breeze to make the noise that was happening directly above us. One of the other birders pointed overhead and said there was a large black bird in the tree. At first, I thought it was a crow. Naturally, Jan and I pointed our cameras skyward as the other birders grabbed their binoculars. The guide had lost all of us for a moment.
At first, all I could see was one large black bird through the viewfinder. I was happily snapping away when it “skooched” to its left, my right
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