Blog Posts - D. August Baertlein - Writer & Ruminator

Javalina or Collared Peccary (Not Actually Pigs)

1/14/2020

Despite the uncanny resemblance, Javalina are technically not related to "Old World pigs" (Suidae). Our desert critter, the Tayassy tajacu, actually belongs to the family Tayassuidae, or New World pigs. (Yeah, TMI. Sorry.)

At this Arizona Sonora Desert Museum link you'll find a picture with a wee baby. (I don't care what anyone says. They're stinkin' cute!) Since they don't have a set breeding season, babies can show up any time, even during last winter's two-foot snow storm! Unfortunately, I've never managed to snap a baby picture.

The Desert Museum link also has a button to play "a variety of Javalina sounds." But the smell... well, you have to be there. It's very skunk-like, and I'm not convinced I can tell the difference between skunk and peccary by smell alone. My mother can, though! What a nose she has!

I took the above video when a herd of about a dozen sauntered through last week. This fella' is grubbing around our yucca and small native plants (AKA weeds). S/he is probably digging up some juicy bugs and tubers. Javalina are primarily herbivores, but also enjoy carrion when they can find it, and a bit of tasty human trash when it presents itself.

Note the teeny tiny tusks in the photo above. Those teeth are actually bigger than they look. Some of the iStockPhotos in this link show more arresting views. (BTW, don't you love the delicate fringe of eyelashes over that bedroom eye?)

Javalina don't attack humans, either to eat them (primarily herbivores, remember) or in defense. They're far more likely to run and hide when they see us. But they don't see very well, so it's best not to sneak up on them. Also, people who carry food out to them have on occasion been skewered by tusks and teeth. Another reason to just let them be wild.

I blame my shortage of pictures on the fact that they blend into the underbrush so well, and that they're most active at night. (I do have several shapeless blobs in my nighttime photos.) So, here's a lovely video and some more information on the javalina or collared peccary at this Arizona Leisure link.

Enjoy!

Western Bluebirds

1/3/2020

These Western Bluebird beauties (Sialia mexicana) were a much-loved fixture at the Prescott birdbath in late fall and early winter. This photo is from November 18, 2019. According to The Firefly Forest, they are year-round residents in Northern Arizona, but I'm not seeing them much now. I'm sure this is partly because water more abundant with the recent rain and snow, and they don't need my little water supply.

They may also be scarce because---it's bloody winter! not my favorite season. Birds are out there, but they keep such a low profile I'm almost never able to identify them, let alone catch a photo.

This bluebird angel took flight in early November also.

This hole (likely created by a woodpecker) in a cottonwood tree outside our window in Lake Hughes, California, was home for bluebirds several springs running. (The photos above and below were taken April 1, 2016.) It was wonderful to see parents darting in and out caring for their eggs. Not so wonderful when a crow slipped in and snatched them. The circle of life, I guess.

Desert USA has wonderful detailed information on Western Bluebird, including that they are probably surviving on juniper and mistletoe berries this time of year, but feed themselves and their hatchlings primarily on insects in the spring.

Here's another Prescott bird for comparison. Apparently, they may or may not migrate---north/south, or locally between elevations. Though Arizona and California birds look identical to me, I doubt any individuals moved with us. 😉 I'm sure that I'm far more fascinated by them than they are by me.

Seen any good birds lately?

Mother Nature Decorates for Christmas in the Chaparral

12/17/2019

The San Francisco Peaks stand dusted with a cape of snow. No, they're not in northern California, but in a volcanic field north of Flagstaff, Arizona. Humphrey's Peak is the highest one, and the highest point in Arizona at 12,633 feet. Mother nature lets us ogle them from below in our warmer chaparral climes.

Pale blue juniper berries are thick on some trees this time of year, absent from others. I've not figured out their schedule. We have at least two varieties of Juniper here—the alligator with chunky scaled bark like an alligator's skin, and another which I think is the California Juniper—but that doesn't seem to account for the difference in timing of the berries.

My father-in-law used to take us looking for alligators when we'd visit from the desert. I thought he was yanking my chain the first time. And then we found one! What a card.

I confess. This Pyracantha isn't native, and the snowstorm at its feet swept in a few weeks ago and melted soon after. But aren't the berries lovely? The internet says they're not toxic and birds will eat them, but mine linger for months untouched. Perhaps because they're not native here the birds haven't developed an appetite for them.

The red bark of manzanita is a year-round treat. Still, the Christmas colors caught my eye. And dead branches, like those to the left above...

...make a lovely Christmas tree.

Spotted Towhee

12/12/2019

The Spotted Towhee is a a common sight here in the Arizona chaparral. In spring and summer I often see them perch high in trees singing up a storm. Audubon says this is the male defending his nesting territory.

Apparently, they have several different calls. (Listen at this same Audubon website.) The one that catches my attention in spring and summer is a chip-chip-chip-buzzz call. The number of chips varies from two to four, and I've always wondered if it means something different in bird-speak, or if these are different call-signs of different birds.

My sister, Kris August, gave me a fascinating audiobook on bird language a few years ago. It's by the wilderness skills instructor and tracker, Jon Young. He talked a lot about towhees, which at the time I didn't know from chickadees or flickers or much of anything else for that matter. In this short video Young describes how paying attention to a towhee's behavior clued him in that he was being followed.

Females and males have very similar color patterns, but the female has a grayer head, where the male's head is black. Both of these photos are probably of male birds.

I enjoy spotting spotted towhees even in winter, but they're much quieter and shyer, down in the dirt scritching through fallen leaves for insects. By the time I raise my camera, they've generally flitted away. So these pictures are from summer and fall.

Our Elusive Coyotes

12/4/2019

Coyotes can adapt to just about any environment. They modify their diet to whatever is available, from bugs and bunnies, to trash and house cats. They're everywhere, including here on the ranch.

I hear them sometimes in the evening. On occasion I see one trotting across the road. too fast for me to whip out my phone or camera. One spring, a couple raised pups in the boulders not far from our house, defending vehemently when my dog came near.

So, surprisingly, this is my only Coyote picture. So far!

Woodhouse's Scrub-Jays (often mistakenly called Blue Jays)

11/25/2019

The CornellLab of Ornithology website calls Woodhouse's Scrub-Jay reclusive. This isn't my experience. These guys are all over, filling the air with their distinctive "schreak" call. They remind me of the seagulls hollering "Mine!" in Finding Nemo.

Fittingly, a group of jays is sometimes called a scold of jays. Note that these Woodhouse's Scrub-Jays lack the pointy head-crest of a Blue Jay.

This thinner fellow reminds me of the Geico gecko. I half-expected him to request peanuts in a proper British accent.

Speaking of diet, apparently Woodhouse's Scrub-Jays eat everything from nuts, juniper berries and seeds to insects, eggs, lizards and other bird's babies! I'm not going to think about it.

The white eyebrow makes them look quite wise, and they are pretty smart! I love this website, which calls them "Gregarious and Gluttonous" as well as "Insanely Smart." Like crows and ravens they hide food for later use, remember where they put it, recognize when it might be so old as to have spoiled, and watch to make sure nobody saw where they hid it. Bird brain, indeed!

This fellow seems to have a deformed beak. An Audubon article from a few years ago suggests that several species can get an Avian Keratin disorder, perhaps caused by a virus. Whatever caused this, it sure looks like it would make it harder to eat.

Also notable in this picture is the grey shoulder wrap, which distinguishes Scrub-Jays from Blue Jays, along with the lack of a crest.

Rain At Last!

11/20/2019

In honor of the first significant rain in months, I'm veering meteorological today, (with a touch of astronomical at the end). We're up to 3/4" for the last 24 hours, with more expected. Yipee!

Stop laughing, you Oregonians and Washingtonians!

I love the sound of it in this short video. Unfortunately, I can't share the smell.

We did get an impromptu hailstorm on November 6, complete with rainbow accessory. It didn't amount to much precipitation, but the birds were notably less thirsty for a few days, which made me realize that birdbath isn't just for my entertainment.

Here's lightning strike from September...

...and a lovely full-moon-set the husband caught the morning of November 12.

He also nabbed this artful receding mountains shot that morning. I don't think I've ever been able to capture those fading purples in a photo quite this well. Maybe because I'm always looking the other way in the evenings instead.

The prize goes to the early riser.

Red-Shafted Northern Flicker

11/12/2019

I suppose most people aren't thrilled to find a woodpecker resting in their rafters, but this male Red-Shafted Northern Flicker has been an amiable house guest for many nights. Only once has he knocked about, so I don't think he's causing any damage. He may, however, have been feeding on baby bats that were previously roosting there. Audubon mentions that this behavior was observed in Wyoming.

You can tell he's a male by the red-orange cheek patch. Here in the west we get the Red-Shafted variety. (See the orange tail feathers. They show up brighter in flight.) In the north and east they have a Yellow-Shafted form. All About Birds has some lovely comparison pictures.

Every night when I take the dog out for her final constitutional, I look up to see if my bird has found his way home. Usually he's perched in the porch rafters. This night (above) I disturbed him with a flash photo, but I guess we're still friends.

Here's a female (no bright orange cheek patch) in a more typical woodpecker pose. Fortunately, she's pecking a tree, not my house.

You can just glimpse orange under her tail feathers. If I could catch her in flight you'd see a beautiful bright orange flash under her wings and tail, and possibly the white top-of-the-rump patch, depending on the viewing angle.

Here's the male, photographed and added a week after this post was first published. He was being shy earlier.

This girl is sharing a drink with a bluebird at the local watering hole. May we all show such kind conviviality to our neighbors here and around the world.

White-Crowned Sparrows

11/6/2019

Turn up the sound on this video for the music of White-Crowned Sparrows squeaking and squabbling. Audubon says we'll likely have them hanging around Arizona all winter, which should be fun. Winter can feel pretty empty sometimes.

Speaking of empty, there's been a lot in the press lately about the nearly three billion birds we've lost in the US since 1970. The Cornell Lab of Ornithology discusses it here with a video that is both heartbreaking and hopeful. (BTW, Cornell Lab make the great free Merlin Bird ID app that I use all the time!)

Not to beat a dead bird, but Audubon used a White-Crowned Sparrow as the cover-bird in an article about pesticides putting our bird populations at risk. These are the same neonicotinoid pesticides killing our bees. My sister-in-law the beekeeper knows all about it firsthand.

Okay, back to the fun stuff. Toward the end of my video above, a black-headed bird slips in a couple of times. He's sitting far right in the last few frames, hiding in the shadows. This little party-crasher is a Spotted Towhee. They're frustratingly secretive this time of year, but in the spring they perch high in the trees and sing for all they're worth. I can't wait for spring!

Here's another photo-bomber trying to outshine the White-Crowned Sparrows. Notice the Western Bluebird posing in the left foreground. These guys are hanging around in lots of noisy, flighty flocks lately. We might get to see them all winter, too! So says Audubon.

The less flamboyant fellow on the right above is probably not a different species, but a young one. Perhaps, based on my research, a first-winter baby. Best of luck to him!

Yes, they fly. But I'm generally too slow to catch the action.

And the water flies as they bathe! Requiring frequent birdbath refills by the caretaker of this bird resort.

Fuzzy Spotted Bats and Big Brown Bats

10/29/2019

This fuzzy little guy is, I believe, a Spotted Bat (Euderma maculatum), as described in the Arizona Game and Fish Department's Facebook post.. The Arizona Sonora Desert Museum Spotted Bat Fact Sheet specifies exactly where his spots should be, but he kept his rump tucked away where I couldn't sneak a peek.

I love those tiny claws!

Play the video to watch him take a bath in the clay roof tiles over my porch. Toward the end you can hear him singing! Well, squeaking anyway.

He licked and scratched like this for an hour or more. Just like a cat! An outside cat, that's 20 times smaller than a house cat and flies better. But almost like a cat, which makes this practically a cat video, therefore bound for internet glory! Right?

How about this shot of his bath, where you can see the delicate curve of his ear, those beautiful tiny claws, and that teeny tiny, sharp little tooth.

By the way, they are insectivores, eating mostly moths. The Desert Museum says they tear off the wings and eat only the abdomen. And they DO NOT bite people. Unlike my cat, come to think of it.

They also don't get caught in long hair, as some myths say. Their sonar is much too good for that sort of mistake.

These Big Brown Bats (Eptesicus fuscus) liked to sleep in my front porch light fixture during daylight hours this past summer. When I wasn't flashing a camera at them.

The pictures above were all taken in September. Sadly, my bats couldn't hang around for Halloween. They've now flown off to their winter homes, maybe to the south, maybe in caves where they will hibernate.

This is the much-loved Giant Brown Bat (Isaacus Baertleinicus), also known within the family as The Giant Cousin. (Photo taken in the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum Bat Cave, where he was getting in a good listen.)

We had Big Brown Bats in Lake Hughes, California, too. My parents helped Isaac and I build bat houses to attract them. (Yes, the weirdness began generations ago!)

You can see one of our bat house creations on the upper right corner of the old stone house above. It took about three years, but we finally attracted a sweet little colony. I think they were Little Brown Myotis (Myotis lucifugus), but I couldn't swear to it.

Bat Conservation International has an AWESOME and FREE handbook on bats including instructions for building any number of elegant homes for these flying mammals. Check it out!

In case you thought hosting bats was all fun and games... here's the other end of it.

Hmmm. Maybe I should build them a home of their own away from mine.