#89 - Life at the Corral

A home with wheels. Parked at a corral where the forest service has held horses used in ranging cattle wandering the wilderness. Where I have fed the remaining hay to the Coue’s White-tailed Deer that come to drink from the trough at dusk each day. Hummingbirds, Acorn Woodpeckers, Mexican Jays and Black-headed Grosbeaks empty my feeders. Western Tanagers dart through camp, their crimson heads and black and yellow bodies creating vivid streaks of color.

Acorn Woodpecker at The Corral

Acorn Woodpecker at The Corral

Early to bed, early to rise. Neither wealthy nor wise. At dawn I replenish the nectar in the hummingbird feeders at camp before taking the minute stroll down to the VIC to put the feeders there back outside. This morning I was there before 5 a.m. By dusk I return to the ViC to leave one hummingbird feeder at the VIC out for the bats, but put the five others in the refrigerator overnight so as to not attract bears. As darkness envelops the rock faces, I sit beneath the feeders as the Mexican Long-tongued Bats come in to feed. The sound and air movement as they deftly fly around and above me increases as more are drawn to the sugar water, and occasionally I light up my flashlight to see flocks of them dine and dash. They do not perch like hummers, nor even pause. They lap up nectar with an instant tap of the feeder and just as rapidly turn away to bank and prepare for another approach. When I return the next morning the feeder will be empty and the concrete porch below will have a shiny sugar stain.

Last night I had some landscaping to do. I went down to the VIC earlier than usual to plant six Salvia in a flower bed. The heat of the day was fading but I still worked up a bit of a sweat, or at least a thirst. I returned to camp to wash up and grab a beer, but decided to return to the VIC as it my reliable source of Wi-Fi and I thought I’d catch up while I enjoyed the drink in the fading light of the peaceful canyon. 

Walking my path back up to the corral I noticed a wild turkey behind my Wheelhouse. The Mexican subspecies called ‘Gould’s Wild Turkey’ is found here and has benefited from reintroduction efforts. I had seen a lone hen a couple times over the past couple weeks in the vicinity of the VIC and the single female at my camp may have been the same. I set down what I was carrying and tried to approach with as much stealth as possible. As I approached she headed away from me towards my bird feeder area, which is on the far or ‘up canyon’ side of my camp. There I have a chair and small table positioned so I can sit and enjoy the birds and I was able to slide into my seat while watching her peck about the feeding area. To my surprise when she decided to move on she came directly toward me and walked three feet away from my camp chair as if I wasn’t even there.

This morning after doing my chores here at the corral and at the VIC I headed up South Fork Road to do some birding. The manager of the VIC, Mike Williams, has a houseguest from Denver who would be meeting one of my fellow volunteers who lives here in Portal and is well-known in these parts as a bird photographer. I’m an early riser so I had a head start on them and finally met up with them an hour and a half after I began. The three of us headed up South Fork Trail and the highlight of the day for all of us became seeing a White-nosed Coati. We noticed a large group of Mexican Jays were riled up about something and their cacophony drew us to the area. After some time I showed the other two guys the reason. A single Coati was up a tree and the jays were less than pleased. I have had the pleasure of seeing Coatis in Costa Rica, and I know my family has enjoyed the ‘resort tame’ Coatis that are human-habituated in Cabo San Lucas and the Dominican Republic, but this was my first observation of a Coati within the United States. For Scott, the gentleman from Denver who Mike met when they both owned Wild Birds Unlimited franchises (Scott still has his), it was his first Coati experience ever. Interestingly, while Coatis are normally seen in groups, here in the Chiricahuas I am told that they are typically loners. I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d finally see one in America, especially since the best place to encounter one is at Cave Creek Ranch just below the VIC where I will now be doing my laundry and receiving mail and packages, but it was a special treat to see one away from bird feeders and other humans.

White-nosed Coati, South Fork Canyon, Chiricahua Mountains

White-nosed Coati, South Fork Canyon, Chiricahua Mountains

A Gould’s turkey in camp last night and a Coati this morning? How can you top that? How about a mountain lion going through your campsite in broad daylight? At 1 pm? In 94ºF heat? Yes, that happened. 

Tomorrow morning is the VIC’s annual event - a garden party with exhibitors displaying reptiles or bugs or selling plants or explaining the local rescue service and more. I have been doing a lot of work to prepare for it and today I had to go to Portal Rescue to pick up tables so after my morning birding, which was followed by making myself a guacamole-bacon-tomato omelette brunch, I backed up my truck to unload three large coolers that I had picked up for the event. I looked toward my feeding area and saw a cat. It was walking casually as if a midday mountain lion is a normal occurrence and it owned the bloody place. In a way, I guess it sort of does. It takes time for a brain to process seeing something like this. I may have been slack-jawed, but I certainly froze. Its long lean form was unmistakable but the computations inside my head first yielded a response of ‘bobcat’. It took a few seconds for my mind to rework the equation and realize that bobcats weigh 15 pounds and this animal was probably about 75. Adult male mountain lions can exceed 200 pounds, whereas females are usually closer to 100, so this may have been a small female or a youngster of either sex, but it was a hell of a lot larger than a bobcat, which - of course - is named for its bobbed tail and this one had a long tail. The cat was perhaps 40 yards from me and never once did anything to let me know it was even aware I was there. It was moving perpendicular to my position, crossing the open grass behind the agaves and cane cholla and trees that surround my camp. I walk everywhere with my camera slung over my shoulder just because of chances like this, but since I was unloading my truck and getting ready to pull out, my camera was in my truck. I went to grab it but that was the last I saw of the cougar. 

We have mountain lion sightings in this area at least once a week. My colleague Joan said she saw the rear end and tail of one below the VIC where the two primary RV sites where she is camped lie just a few days ago. Two days ago someone saw one by the campgrounds that are walking distance up the road from me. We’ve had a few recent bear sightings as well including a mother and cubs up the road a few blocks from here. I previously told the story of the dog-hunting bobcat that was reported a month ago at Herb Martyr Campground, which is about five miles up canyon from here. Yet people and dogs are here every day and conflict is rare. 

#88 - HOME IS WHERE YOU PARK IT: Wheelhouse at the Corral

#88 - HOME IS WHERE YOU PARK IT: Wheelhouse at the Corral

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.
— Maya Angelou

'm on my second Dos Equis lager and the first inch of a Romeo y Julieta Romeo #3 Cuban cigar Joel brought me back from his travels with my sister and brother-in-law (Dominican Republic?). It's been a long day. I'm seated at the picnic table outside a Wheelhouse that is now parked somewhere new. My new home is at "the Corral" and, yes, there is the horse dung to prove it. But the corral and adjacent tack house are sadly vacant.

I am perhaps one hundred yards or meters from the V.I.C. Night has fallen and it is serene and eerily quiet. Crickets chirp and the last of the day's birds now rest and give way to the bats and owls. There are trees every way I look and it is yet to become too dark to take in the silhouette of the huge pink and green rhyolite rock faces that too surround me.

The move was not Plan A. Hell, I'm not sure it was my "C" but things changed and I rolled with them. My official volunteer start date isn't until June 1, but I hit the ground running when I arrived exactly one month ago. My training started immediately and really was just two days shadowing one of the two couples who have been here for the past two months and then doing the same with the other couple who leave tomorrow after their third stint volunteering for the Friends of Cave Creek Canyon. However, with the training quickly completed I took on other projects: cleaning, gardening, weed-whacking and making two 170 mile round-trips to Willcox, Arizona for a piece of equipment that was the wrong tool for the job.

The plan that F.O.C.C.C. and I had agreed upon for some time, me staying at Rusty's until the two RV sites were vacated by the aforementioned couples, and F.O.C.C.C. reimbursing me for Rusty's site fee and electricity plus fuel I was using to make the 20 mile each way commute from Rodeo, New Mexico to Portal, Arizona and Cave Creek Canyon. A few weeks ago the forest service came in to do some filling and grading a third site that sits alone above the Visitor Information Center (V.I.C.), but I didn't pay much attention because although I hadn't looked at it myself, the other volunteers believed that my rig was too long (55' truck to trailer; 31.5 feet of it my rolling cabin) to both back/pull in and then maneuver to back the RV onto the pad area. A fourth site was even supposed to be in the works, but it would be new construction and nothing came to fruition. Meanwhile, I didn't mind the commute as it is the scenery and habitat I adore, and it's cool going from one state, in a different time zone, situated in the sunny, hot, often windy and arid edge of Chihuahuan desertscrub of Rodeo to the rocky canyon ten degrees cooler and almost 1000 ft higher in elevation even though the drive seems confusingly level. I love staying at Rusty's and enjoying her swim spa at the end of the day before heading out to road cruise for snakes. But the original offer of covering the cost of a private RV park quickly evaporated into my giving it a college try to shoehorn my lengthy highway dwelling into the former home of forest service horses used for ranging. In the southwest cattle are free to wander and sometimes they become wayward. And, I too, live by 'all who wander are not lost' and was ready to take on that challenge.

Driving into the canyon would be different. A route taken hundreds of times in my truck would be the maiden path in my rig. Steve and Rick, the male halves of the two couples I have trained and worked with, met me outside the VIC at 8 a.m. (AZ time; you ought to try being in two different time zones every single day!) and the process was much less painless than prepping the rig at Rusty's yesterday and breaking down camp and doing the myriad tasks required of making a sedentary RV move again.

For those of you wondering, both the beer and the cigar are wonderful, as is the cool breeze and peaceful sounds of night. Soon it will be pitch black and the dazzling clear sky gazillion stars of the southwest when there aren't city lights for 100 miles will twinkle. Setting up camp has taken up my day. A Blue-throated Hummingbird, appropriately also known as the 'mountain gem' and only second to the Elegant Trogon in target species for Chiricahua birders, tried to get at one of my hummingbird feeders as I was unboxing it so I became motivated to erect feeding stations around camp and then focused on sanitary hook-ups and running solar powered LED rope lights beneath my Wheelhouse to deter rodent visitors. As I was setting up feeders and tidying the grounds I flipped a couple 'snaky' looking rocks and beneath the first was two Devil Stripe-tailed Scorpions so I became distracted with the business of macrophotography.

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So the plan that unfolded was contrary to what my melon had understandably presumed for two weeks, but it has me now living in the heart of Cave Creek Canyon, which for me is the most magical of places. As my day's work completed my new 'backyard' was visited by a group of Coue's White-tailed Deer. This is a dwarf subspecies of the abundant deer of my home Midwest and throughout much of the U.S. Here the Mule Deer is the 'full-sized' deer and the much smaller deer seen every day along FR42 (the forest road known right here as Cave Creek Road, but over its length as the Trans-Mountain Highway). As dusk approached, the little deer eventually gathered in the corral itself – a sight that was amusing at first and then was advanced when I tossed them the last bunch of fresh hay that was left behind.

The two original RV sites - call them the official volunteer housing - are being improved on next week, and I could move into one of them June 1. A couple that is arriving next week to replace one departing couple while i replace the other, would be my neighbors. No offense to them - I haven't even met them yet - but my thinking right now is that I enjoy my privacy. I strum my guitar and listen to demon rock music. Rarely I smoke a damn fine cigar. Occasionally my parrot Jesse screeches. I am certain that I snore. The only problem with 'the Corral' is that I can't pick up the V.I.C.s Wi-Fi. We played with a few booster/extenders today and didn't get them to work. The primary extenders and antenna towers were designed to broadcast the V.I.C.'s Internet *north* toward the 'official volunteer housing'. There is a receiver mounted up a pole by those sites. They can stream Netflix. Right now I walk the lovely little hundred yard trail from my exclusive horse camp to the V.I.C. for access. It will be cathartic to relieve a little device dependency. But it shouldn't be that difficult to get a VIC- supplied booster configured correctly, and adding my own RV cell booster to my Wheelhouse's antenna would be wise.

So this morning I woke in New Mexico as I did for four months last year and one so far in 2018, but I sleep in Arizona for the next few months at least. I'll close this by remind y'all that the images that often accompany these posts are there for the story-telling, but the bulk of my photos are posted on Instagram. There are so many more to see. You don't have to be a user or have an app to just view. Just point your browser that direction [click here & bookmark please]. For those of you who do use the app make sure you also check out my story. The *posts* are primarily 'serious' wildlife pix, but the story has all sorts of shenanigans, plus scenery from the trail and road. Here are some images from today's story as the 'Wheelhouse at the Corral' adventure began.

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#87 - Happy Mother's Day

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.
— Mark Twain

Happy Mother's Day to mothers, sons and daughters everywhere and husbands and sisters too. In loving remembrance of the mom who enjoyed or at least tolerated some of my trouble, not to mention the huge snakes and loud guitars and other trangressions.

Some words on snakes, but first a little more about birds ...

Yesterday I snuck a few more species onto the bird list I posted in the previous entry. I still have one more week until it is officially my first month back in New Mexico/Arizona, so I have time to increase the list's numbers. Yesterday morning I again joined Laura and Steve for their South Fork Road & Trail birding as representatives of Friends of Cave Creek Canyon. I was able to add Hutton's Vireo, Violet-green Sparrow, and the Cordilleran Flycatcher to my 'life list'. I told Laura that I had just posted my 'first month bird list' and it had - then - 71 species. She asked how many were firsts, better known as 'lifers', and I said probably about 80%. The highlight of our early morning birding hike was again a male Elegant Trogon. This time we had the pleasure of joining what became a gathering of viewers watching his show and he gave a grand performance, at one point dashing to a nearby tree trunk where I watched him snatch up a meal. After he returned to his previous perch we all saw that it was a big caterpillar, one of the trogon's favorite prey items, and we watched him smack it repeatedly on the perch until it was subdued and then it disappeared down his gullet in one big gulp. I am still struggling to capture a crisp image with the limits of my gear and the distance and light of the wooded canyon canopy, but here is the best photo I was able to capture yesterday.

Trogon elegans, just above the 'Bathtub', South Fork Trail, Chiricahua Mountains

Trogon elegans, just above the 'Bathtub', South Fork Trail, Chiricahua Mountains

On Thursday morning I drove south of Rodeo on Highway 80 into Arizona toward Rucker Canyon. My destination wasn't into the Chiris and Rucker Canyon itself, but rather just the start of Rucker Canyon/Texas Canyon road. My VIC colleague Steve Wolfe (not to be confused with Laura's Steve) had told me that here was a good spot to add another 'lifer' – the Western Burrowing Owl. My favorite birds are hummingbirds, woodpeckers and raptors. I began to type 'in no particular order', but the truth is that raptors including owls, or maybe even especially owls, are my personal choice. The Whiskered Screech-owl I have visited a few times now along the main Chiricahua forest road (FR42) is one of my most beloved birds of the year, and when at the start of South Fork Trail the bird I seek most is not the Trogon but the Northern Pygmy Owl. I have yet to see that elusive yet diurnal little owl, and I get jealous of the reports from visitors who see it, especially one group who watched one feed on a pretty yellow warbler. There is a stretch of snags, dead trees and cover just up from the road-ending berm where the trail begins that is a favored location, but I haven't had the good fortune yet.

So it was the Burrowing Owl that I sought a few days ago. Not exclusively diurnal like the Pygmy, it is however active at daylight and Steve Wolfe had given me a general location. But before I made it to Rucker Canyon Road I saw another 'lifer'. Huge, magnificent and glorious, there on the side of the highway just south of Price Canyon Road and feasting on a deer carcass was the Golden Eagle. It is a bit larger than the Bald Eagle and suddenly seeing its three foot height on the ground roadside was startling to say the least. I may have been a half mile down the highway before my brain had processed the whole experience. But soon my road was upon me and I turned west toward the mountains and parked in the pull-out just a hundred yards or so from the highway. Steve's instructions had been pretty general, but he had mentioned an old railroad bed and repeatedly said 'they're right there'. As I scanned the area with my binoculars I was at first clueless as to where I should look, but then noticed the shape of the railroad bed running parallel to the highway heading north. Then there was an unmistakable form perched atop a clump of dead yucca. It's long legs are unmistakable. At only nine inches in height, the Burrowing Owl is diminutive, but it's larger than both the aforementioned Northern Pygmy Owl (7") and our smallest owl the Elf Owl (6"), the latter of which is also native to the Chiricahuas and on my bucket list to still see. One is often reported from Sunny Flat Campground so it now moves to the top of my list of owls yet to see. The Burrowing Owl I was watching was well within range of my 'bins', but far out of the reach of my 400mm lens. I scanned the area for another, but I saw only the one active outside of a burrow. I slowly approached and thus began a game of I get closer and it flies the other way. I enjoyed watching it fly about and rest farther away from me, and resigned myself that there was no way I was going to be the winner of our little sport. I took many pictures but knew I'd be disappointed with the result. The Burrowing Owl had no intention of letting me get close enough. I spent perhaps 30 minutes with it and then admitted defeat.

Steve W. had mentioned that this was also a good area to see the Horned Lark, a bird that has tufts of feathers that make its head look like Batman's mask. Sure enough, as I began to drive away from my parking area a pair appeared on the road at the junction with the highway. I watched them with my 'bins' and added another species to the list. Then as I got back on the highway and looked left toward the railroad bed I noticed the owl had returned to the yucca stump where I had first seen it. I pulled onto the shoulder of the oncoming lane and was able to get a bit closer while the owl was less disturbed by my presence. It was still at the limits of my lens range, but here I share the best I could do with what I have to work with.

Western Burrowing Owl (Athene cunicularia), Cochise County, Arizona

Western Burrowing Owl (Athene cunicularia), Cochise County, Arizona

Heading back north toward New Mexico I again saw the Golden Eagle, which was now on my side of the road. Words cannot describe how amazing this beast was. I drove past for some distance and then decided to turn around and try to get within camera range. However, just like countless hawks I have tried to photograph along roads that were oblivious to cars humming by at 70 mph, but as soon as one slowed or stopped would spook and fly away, this Golden Eagle flapped its seven-foot wingspan and was soon in the distance. I positioned myself to where I would be able to get a good shot if it returned and waited fifteen minutes before giving up and continuing back.

But let's talk SNAKE! 

I have been very busy with my volunteering at the VIC even though I have yet to move into Cave Creek Canyon. Still staying at Rusty's RV Ranch, I have a 20 mile, 25 minute commute to get to the VIC. Furthermore, I have been doing a great deal of birding both for my own pleasure and to make me a better volunteer who mostly will be talking to birders. But Friday night it was time to pursue my favorite fauna and I decided to head up to Granite Gap in the Peloncillo Mountains about 15 miles north of Rusty's. This a good place to road cruise after dark, but also is one of the better places to see Gila Monsters in the area. I wanted to still have plenty of evening daylight so I could scramble up the rocky hills and hike the cactus-filled canyon and washes. This area is unlike the San Simon Valley with its desertscrub to the south or adjacent desert grasslands. It is scenic and rugged Chihuahuan Desert with mesquite, cholla, prickly pear cactus, agave, ocotillo as well as the soaptree yucca of the valley. It is public land where free-roam cattle graze. I opened the gate along the highway a mile north of the gap and entered the cactus garden paradise. My scrambling up the mountain foothills didn't yield a Gila, nor did the washes and flat desert, but as the sun set and I hiked to make the most of the remaining light I came upon a beautiful adult Western Diamondback Rattlesnake crawling ahead of me. After it became aware of my presence it rattled and coiled at the base of a yucca and I sat six feet away from it and prepared my camera, which had been stowed inside my backpack during my climbs.

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This actually was the first live wild rattlesnake of 2018 for me. I have been helping as a caretaker for the seven rattlesnakes, one kingsnake and Gila Monster at the VIC, but have gotten a slow start to my usual nightly rattlesnake encounters of last year. I only have been out road cruising two previous evenings and saw little live or dead. But now the heat of the day is continuing farther into the night and, after photographing this gorgeous buzztail, I pulled onto the highway as dusk was giving way to dark.

I headed north of Granite Gap on State Highway 80 and turned right toward Cotton City. I wasn't sure if I would do a big loop, heading south through Cotton City on Hwy 338 to Animas and then taking Hwy 9 back toward rodeo as I have often done, or if whimsy would take me elsewhere as it often does. I have mentioned before how I often don't know where I am going until I get there. Many nights I head out of Rusty's gate and don't decide whether to turn left or right until my wheels are on the highway pavement. But this time I decided to turn around when I hit 338 and then head back south on 80 through the gap back to Rodeo, as this is prime Mojave rattlesnake habitat and I already had a Western Diamondback (WDB) on my camera's memory card. North of Granite Gap, with my truck headed south with windows rolled down and Gov't Mule emanating from my truck's sound system I spied a small snake in the other lane. This two-lane road is quiet for most of the night, but a vehicle headed north had just passed me so I worried that whatever I would find would be DOR (dead on road). I turned around once there was sufficient flat shoulder to do so and creeped forward back to the north. The snake was still and I couldn't identify much less determine whether it was live or flattened. I already had my head lamp on and I pulled off the road and lept out to solve the mystery. I was actually hoping it was something unusual and harmless, but to my greater delight I saw that it was a LIVE yearling rattlesnake and definitely was not a Western Diamondback. I quickly looked for traffic in each direction to gauge how much time I'd have to move it to safety. I returned to my truck for my camera and a snake hook. My camera was already prepared with settings and flash thanks to the WDB and my only concern was moving the snake off the road. Now illuminated by my flashlight and headlamp I first thought 'Mojave' and then questioned myself. It was a young snake perhaps sixteen inches long with only a few small rattle segments, which meant it was born last year and its color and pattern now made me think 'Prairie'. Highway 80 scrubland is pretty much the domain of WDBs and Mojaves, with Prairie Rattlesnakes found in grasslands east along 338 and farther north and south. Then I remembered the words of herpetologist Dr. Wolfgang Wüster, who had told me via iNaturalist direct message that the natural intergrades ('hybrids') of Mojave and Prairie being found along Hwy 80 from Granite Gap north to Road Forks. I had found pure Mojaves right where I was standing, but I realized that I had finally found a perfect example of the intergrade that has features of both species. Later that night I would post my image to iNaturalist and Wolfgang would confirm that it showed half the traits of Mojave and half that of the Prairie, both in color and pattern and in head scales. There is a paper I intend to read that talks about these natural hybrids and how the much more virulent venom of the Mojave (the most dangerous snake in the U.S., particularly in this region where its geographically variable venom composition and toxicity is 'most potent') is a benefit to the hybrid offspring. I moved the young rattler off to road and posed it on a rock for many photographs including my favorite below.

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So Happy Mother's Day to all reproductive females including my reptile friends, some of whom evidently find suitors from the other side of the tracks whose bite packs a greater wallop so that their offspring have the greatest chance to survive.

Bird List - First Month

Bird Species Observed April/May. Dates are first observed, lack of date (X) means commonly seen or date unrecorded.

  1. 4/23 - Scaled Quail (RUS)
  2. 4/20 - Gambel's Quail (RUS/ROD/WIT/POR, etc.)
  3. X - Eurasian Collared-Dove (RUS/RNM/POR/CCR, etc.)
  4. X - White-winged Dove (RUS/RNM/POR/CCR, etc.)
  5. X - Mourning Dove (RNM/POR)
  6. 4/24 - Greater Roadrunner (RUS/RNM/POR, etc.)
  7. 5/1 - Rivoli's (formerly Magnificent) Hummingbird (SRS/VIC)
  8. 4/24 - Blue-throated Hummingbird (CCR/VIC/SRS)
  9. 4/22 - Black-chinned Hummingbird (RUS/ROD/CCR/VIC)
  10. 4/24 - Broad-tailed Hummingbird (CCR)
  11. 4/28 - Turkey Vulture (everywhere)
  12. 4/27 - Swainson's Hawk (everywhere)
  13. 4/28 - Red-tailed Hawk (POR)
  14. 4/24 - Gray Hawk (VIC)
  15. 5/10 - Golden Eagle (APA)
  16. 4/22 - Whiskered Screech-Owl (CCC)
  17. 5/10 - Western Burrowing Owl (RUC)
  18. 5/5 - Elegant Trogon (SFR/SFT)
  19. 4/24 - Acorn Woodpecker (CCR/VIC/SFR/SFT/SRS/POR, etc.)
  20. 4/28 - Hairy Woodpecker (SFR/SFT/CCC)
  21. 4/24 - Arizona Woodpecker (CCR/SFT)
  22. 4/24 - Black Phoebe (CCR/SFT)
  23. 4/28 - Dusky-capped Flycatcher (SFR/SFT/SRS)
  24. 4/28 - Ash-throated Flycatcher (SFT)
  25. X - Brown-crested Flycatcher (SFT)
  26. 5/12 - Codilleran Flycatcher (SFT)
  27. 4/30 - Western Kingbird (WIT)
  28. 4/28 - Plumbeous VIreo (SFT)
  29. 5/12 - Hutton;s Vireo (SFT)
  30. 4/20 - Mexican Jay (CCR/VIC/SFR/SFT/SRS, etc.)
  31. 5/8 - Chihuahuan Raven (south of Animas, NM)
  32. X - Common Raven (everywhere)
  33. 5/10 - Horned Lark (RUC)
  34. 4/28 - Bridled Titmouse (SFR/SFT)
  35. 4/28 - White-breasted Nuthatch (SFR/SFT)
  36. 4/28 - Brown Creeper (SFT)
  37. 4/28 - Canyon Wren (SFT)
  38. 4/28 - House Wren (SFR/SFT)
  39. X - Cactus Wren (RUS/RNM)
  40. 4/28 - Blue-gray Gnatcatcher (SFR/SFT)
  41. 4/28 - Ruby-crowned Kinglet (SFT)
  42. 4/28 - Hermit Thrush (SFT)
  43. X - Curve-billed Thrasher (WIT/RUS)
  44. 4/30 - Bendire's Thrasher (WIT)
  45. 4/30 - Northern Mockingbird (WIT)
  46. 4/24 - House Finch (RUS/CCR/VIC, etc.)
  47. 4/24 - Pine Siskin (CCR)
  48. 4/28 - Lesser Goldfinch (SFR)
  49. 4/24 - Yellow-rumped Warbler (CCR/VIC/SFR/SFT)
  50. 4/28 - Grace's Warbler (SFR/SFT)
  51. 4/28 - Black-throated Gray Warbler (SFR/SFT)
  52. 4/28 - Townsend's Warbler (SFT)
  53. 4/28 - Wilson's Warbler (SFT)
  54. 4/28 - Painted Redstart (SFR/SFT)
  55. 5/5 - Red-faced Warbler (SFT)
  56. 4/24 - Green-tailed Towhee (CCR)
  57. 4/26 - Spotted Towhee (SFR/SFT)
  58. 4/28 - Chipping Sparrow (SFT)
  59. X - Black-throated Sparrow (RUS)
  60. 5/1 - White-crowned Sparrow (ROD)
  61. 4/28 - Dark-eyed Junco (ROD/CCR/SFT)
  62. 5/12 - Barn Swallow (RNM)
  63. 5/12 - Violet-green Swallow (SFT)
  64. 5/1 - Lazuli Bunting (ROD)
  65. 4/26 - Hepatic Tanager (SFT)
  66. X - Summer Tanager (RUS/ROD)
  67. X - Western Tanager (ROD/CCR/VIC)
  68. 5/1 - Black-headed Grosbeak (ROD/CCR/SFR/SFT)
  69. X - Northern Cardinal (CCR/VIC/SFT. etc.)
  70. X - Pyrrhuloxia (ROD/CCR/VIC, etc.)
  71. X - Brown-headed Cowbird (RUS/RNM/POR, etc.)
  72. 4/20 - Red-winged Blackbird (WIT)
  73. X - Eastern Meadowlark (WIT/POR)
  74. 5/1 - Bullock's Oriole (ROD)
  75. 5/10 - Scott's Oriole (RNM)

Location Key

  • RUS = Rusty's RV Ranch

  • RNM = Rodeo, NM - Vicinity

  • POR = Portal, AZ - Vicinity

  • VIC - Cave Creek Canyon Visitor Information Center

  • CCR = Cave Creek Ranch

  • CCC = Cave Creek Canyon - General

  • SFT = South Fork Trail

  • SFR = South Fork Road

  • SRS = Southwestern Research Station

  • ROD = Rodriquez' Feeders

  • WIT = Willow Tank

  • RUC = Rucker Canyon Rd

  • APA = Apache, AZ / Hwy 80

  • ANI = Animas, NM - Vicinity

75 species?!? OK. So I guess I AM a birder! Look up, look down ...