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Monday Feb 19, 2018 #
10 AM
biking - dark blue bike 58:46 14.85 mi (3:57 / mi) +72ft 3:56 / mi
ahr:134 max:147 weight:139lbs
About 40F, good breeze from the south, 10-20 mph. Some rain due in the afternoon so got myself out this morning. Roads were mostly dry, but a good collection of sand and potholes. Much happier riding a bike that deals well with such things.
11 AM
Note
And a few more photos... :-)
Not a very good photo (as an excuse, the wind was howling), but I just love the name of the bird -- Flying Steamer Duck. There is also a Flightless Steamer Duck, seriously, but they hang out along the coast.
Great Grebes, parent and child, they were a long ways away so pretty blurry, but I love the image. And certainly one of many cases where only after seeing the photo are you sure of what you've seen.
Fire-eyed Duicon. Who makes up these names? It's just a little bird with eyes that are more or less red depending on the light...
Long-tailed Meadowlark. A male. In the world of birds, it is usually the males that are the fancy dressers.
Southern Caracara. Rather common, often see them soaring, occasionally perched up, close, and cooperative.
At the other end of the size spectrum, a Sedge Wren. Saw just one, it posed for just long enough and then disappeared into the reeds.
South American Snipe, at dawn. There were four of them. Came back by the same place ten minutes later and no sign of them. You have to be lucky.
Patagonian Sierra-Finch.
Not to be confused with a Gray-hooded Sierra-Finch. Have to see the back to be sure which is which.
And then there were the Chilean Flamingos, of which we saw quite a few, usually quite a ways away. They actually fly rather gracefully.
Not a very good photo (as an excuse, the wind was howling), but I just love the name of the bird -- Flying Steamer Duck. There is also a Flightless Steamer Duck, seriously, but they hang out along the coast.
Great Grebes, parent and child, they were a long ways away so pretty blurry, but I love the image. And certainly one of many cases where only after seeing the photo are you sure of what you've seen.
Fire-eyed Duicon. Who makes up these names? It's just a little bird with eyes that are more or less red depending on the light...
Long-tailed Meadowlark. A male. In the world of birds, it is usually the males that are the fancy dressers.
Southern Caracara. Rather common, often see them soaring, occasionally perched up, close, and cooperative.
At the other end of the size spectrum, a Sedge Wren. Saw just one, it posed for just long enough and then disappeared into the reeds.
South American Snipe, at dawn. There were four of them. Came back by the same place ten minutes later and no sign of them. You have to be lucky.
Patagonian Sierra-Finch.
Not to be confused with a Gray-hooded Sierra-Finch. Have to see the back to be sure which is which.
And then there were the Chilean Flamingos, of which we saw quite a few, usually quite a ways away. They actually fly rather gracefully.