Showing posts with label Blue Grouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue Grouse. Show all posts

Thursday, February 23, 2012

National Wildlife Refuges


National Bison Range, Montana, 1908


While Teddy Roosevelt set aside some of the first Wildlife Areas by Executive Order starting in 1903, by 1908 he finally got Congress to agree to a Nationwide allocation and management program . And, the National Bison Range was established with the first Congressional appropriations ever made for the purchase of lands for a national wildlife refuge. The original herd of bison, released in 1909, was purchased with private money from the American Bison Society; the herd was then donated to the Range. The National Bison Range helped bring the bison back from the edge of extinction. Today, 350 to 500 bison call the Range home.

Much of the Range was once surrounded by prehistoric Lake Missoula, which was formed by a glacial dam 10,000 years ago. The old beach lines of Lake Missoula are still visible on north-facing slopes. Today, the National Bison Range has a diversity of habitats, including grasslands, Douglas fir and ponderosa pine forests, riparian areas, and ponds. The National Bison Range is one of the last intact publicly-owned palouse prairie grasslands in the United States.

In addition to herds of bison, the Range supports populations of elk, mule deer, white-tailed deer, pronghorn, and bighorn sheep as well as coyotes, mountain lions, bears, and bobcats. The Refuge has recorded 211 bird species.

This is one of my favorite Refuges. As you will see from the photos, I have been there at different times of the year: winter, summer, spring, and fall. Much like Yellowstone, it never disappoints. Although, I always go there looking for mammals, occasionally I find a bird or two worth a photo.

Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep - Ram

American Bison: I had been looking all the previous afternoon and following morning for  Bison. Then to my surprise came across this lone Bull standing in the snow.

Elk getting a drink from a small pond.

Mule Deer: still velvet on their antlers, late Summer.

Pronghorn in Thistles

Pronghorn in Snow

White Tailed Deer: When Whitetails are calm their tails are down. When they are cautious, there tails are horizontal. When they are nervous, their tails are up. Here are three Whitetails showing all three positions. (Photo from 1992)

Blue Grouse: a pleasant surprise.

Lazuli Bunting

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Ground Birds - III

Back in 1995 as I was approaching Blue Lake about 30 Southeast of Kamloops I had a "blow-out". This was a little distressing since my spare was back at the cabin on Peterhope Lake. Okay, I deserved this, although there was a reason. My spare was mounted on an "after-market" bracket attached to the back of my Jeep. However, earlier in the trip the bracket broke -- presumably from all the bumping on the back roads. One of my old Xerox buddies (Frank), was with me at the time. We had no choice but to hike back 12 miles to the cabin. Although there was nobody at Blue Lake, there were several people at Peterhope. $20 got someone to drive us back up to where the car was. On the drive back up to Blue Lake we came across a Blue Grouse standing along side the road. The Guy driving us stopped his truck and grabbed his rifle while quickly asking us if it was okay? Well, since he was the one with the gun we decided "yes" was the best answer. Anyway, the Grouse was standing about 20 feet from us. Guy (I don't remember his real name) took three shots. Each time the grouse looked to the right and then to the left as if he didn't know what had just happened. After the third shot he decided to run across the road -- but, stopping on the other side. Then a fourth shot with the same result. A fifth shot caused the Grouse to jump up on a log -- yes, that's right. Now, the Grouse is sitting on a log --- like in one of those carnival booths where you get a stuffed animal for hitting seven or more out of ten. After the sixth shot missed, the Grouse jumped off the log and disappeared into the woods. I was at a loss for words. I mean, "nice shooting" came to mind; as did, "shoot much?" But, again, he had the gun so nothing was said until we reached Blue Lake when I thanked him. I, of course, got a photo (being happy with my photo and happy that the Grouse lived another day):