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A Day for Boolies
While I do photograph on sunny days, at least early and late when the light is nice, make no mistake that rainy days at Ridgefield are my favorite. On this day in mid-May, despite many birds migrating through, I arrived early and didn't see another car for the first two hours, and the rest of the day traffic was much lower than normal. When the showers got heavy this barn swallow paused from hunting for insects above Long Lake, perching on one of the many snags in the lake, and let me show off Ridgefield in the rain.
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Outside in the Rain
A barn swallow takes a break from hunting insects over South Quigley Lake along Ridgefield’s auto tour and puffs itself out in the rain.
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Wings Over Ridgefield
A male barn swallow stretches out its wings while perched on a cattail. All swallows have long, swept wings, but here you can see a feature unique to barn swallows: the long thin tail feathers that stick out even past the long wings.
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Hello Miss
While this female had paired with the male above, she nevertheless rebuffed his two attempts at mating (or at least having a bit of fun). Females tend to have lighter coloring in the chest than the males, which was pretty obvious in these two birds.
I took these pictures with my 500mm telephoto lens while standing on a little wooden footbridge on the Kiwa Trail at Ridgefield. Before I bought the lens a couple of years ago, I debated long and hard on whether it was a worthwhile purchase. When I get my first time machine, I’m going to pay a visit to that past self and slap him around a little bit for waiting so long, it’s become a real favorite of mine. |
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Glamorous Glennis
This front view of the torso of a barn swallow reminds me of the Bell X-1, the experimental aircraft piloted by Chuck Yeager when he first broke the sound barrier. Yeager nicknamed the plane "Glamorous Glennis" after his wife. The X-1 was designed to go fast and little else, while the swallow's wings and tail evolved to let it be both fast and maneuverable as it hunts for insects on the wing.
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George, I'm Hungry!
I don't think I've ever taken a good picture out of a viewing blind, but I've taken some nice ones inside them. The old blind at Ridgefield was a fantastic place to watch barn swallows in the spring, as over a dozen parents would build nests in or outside the blind, and the nearby trees provided good perching spots. The new blind, however, must not be to their liking as there are no more nests.
This blind was at Ankeny National Wildlife Refuge just to the south of Salem, Oregon, where a single barn swallow nest was inside the blind. There was plenty of room for me to hang out on the opposite side of the blind and watch the swallows swoop in to feed the nestlings. The amount of energy it takes parents to feed their hungry young is astounding. These three birds have grown from hatchlings and are almost ready to fledge. In between feedings, they would prepare for their eventual first flight by standing on the edge of the nest and flapping their wings rapidly, often bumping into the others in the tight confines. But the moment one of the parents flew into the blind, they'd sit back down with mouths open wide, their bright orange mouths a sudden contrast to what had been just drab browns and blues. |
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MMMMMMOOOOOOOMMMMM!
There's one in every bunch.
I can't help but think back to my childhood, riding in the old Chevy station wagon, invisible lines drawn between the seats to keep you from poking your siblings on a long trip. You'd put your finger as close as possible to that line, hovering in the air for no purpose other than to drive your siblings crazy, keeping the letter of the law but violating its spirit. |