We are officially in our last phase of our southern migration. Not for a lack of effort, I’ve missed a few target birds that somehow managed escape The Beast. A few of those species appear to have headed north just a few days before we arrived at their wintering grounds (read Whooping Cranes and missed by less than 2 days). With a little luck we’ll be able to catch those escapees later in the year. I cannot complain too much as my annual species counts now sits at 268 with a good chance that number will edge up a bit more if the Warblers manage to make it across the Gulf tonight and visit us here at High Island. The first wave was hitting South Padre Island while we were down there last week. Hoping they’ll phone their relatives back home and give word that the bugs are a plenty. That would be an understatement for the horde of Mosquitoes we are currently battling. LBJs have an all new meaning – Liters of Blood Jettisoned – we’ve replaced the soap dish with Deet juice. While we try to defend against these needle-nosed bugger sorties, Brad is going to take the helm and bring you a more traditional meaning of the LBJ.
Take it away Brad…
This story is about another LBJ that was nearly overlooked. I’m learning to photograph everything; I can sort out duplicate photos later. Lightroom can help me sort and “fix” nearly 100% of the photos I take. However, even Lightroom can’t fix the pictures I don’t take. Future enhancement perhaps?
Jan and I had just been in Golden Gate Canyon State Park at Panorama Point seeing the Grey-headed Junco. The elevation at Panorama Point was over 9000 feet and rather chilly for April in Colorado. Two hours later we found ourselves at the more temperate Rocky Flats National Wildlife Refuge (RFNWR) at just under 6000 feet of elevation northwest of Denver.
Once I parked the car and opened the doors, we were hit with a blast of warm air. The outside air temp was nearly 80F, well above average for April in eastern Colorado we are told. This is the same parking lot where I saw the Western Meadowlark (here), and the Grackle (here). Lurking in the shadows of the tall grass was another LBJ.
Naturally, Jan started taking photos while I was still putting my camera together. Long time readers of Wildlife Intrigued are beginning to notice a pattern. While I’m readying my camera, Jan is already getting photographs for the next feature story. Besides, you never can tell when you need another LBJ photo to fill out a gallery or story.
Even at home on the big screen, this LBJ looked like many of the others we’ve photographed on our vacations. I was just about to give it the “just another sparrow (JAS)” moniker when I noticed the “V” pattern towards the back of its head, where I imagined its ear would be. Fortunately, Jan took enough photos from varying angles to be able to see the “V” clearly enough to differentiate it from other sparrows.
Mystery solVed, hit the jump for the reVeal!
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