The spring and fall migrations of Sandhill Cranes through Colorado’s San Luis Valley count among our state’s most highly anticipated annual spectacles for nature lovers. In March 2011, my family and I witnessed spring migration for the first time during the annual Monte Vista Crane Festival, and I returned for a second visit in 2014. On that occasion, I experienced the gathering of thousands of these magnificent birds on a field for the night. Their raucous evening arrival and morning departure left an indelible impression. Earlier this year, I set out for the same destination again, hoping to spend more time in their presence.
By all accounts, the migrants stop over at the Monte Vista National Wildlife Refuge between the middle of February and beginning of April. As I approached Monte Vista on Colorado Highway 160 in early April, about three weeks later than my previous trips, I knew that I was pushing my luck. I noticed several smoke-like puffs in an otherwise blue sky, a sure signs of a flotilla of cranes. The thought crossed my mind that these might be the last ones leaving for their breeding grounds in more northern latitudes.
My fear deepened when I saw no cranes along the 2.5 mile auto-loop inside the refuge and nearby pull-outs, but it was assuaged when their characteristic guttural trill finally reached my ears and I beheld a few dozen circling in the sky. When a survey of their previous roosting site revealed not a single representative, neither in the evening nor on the following morning, I knew I had come too late to witness their multitudes. Apart from occasional small flocks of cranes riding the thermals, I only detected a few lone individuals in a field. Alas, even those were too distant to capture crisply with my camera.
At first glance, the Monte Vista Refuge appeared dormant this early in the season, dressed in muted yellows, browns and reds. Desiccated stalks of cattails and sagebrush as well as leafless willow bushes and trees didn’t yet speak of spring, even though occasional green shoots in the marshes and ponds that make up a vast portion of the refuge whispered of flora’s impending awakening.
The fauna, on the other hand, was already wide-awake and very audible. The part- and full-time denizens who call the refuge home were not deterred by the chill temperatures at night which ranged from the teens to low thirties, or by the absence of floral lushness. Their sheer numbers and exuberance more than compensated for any sense of loss I felt at having arrived too late for the cranes’ migration. A herd of deer ranged among the sagebrush at dusk and dawn, chipmunks scurried from one cover to the next, and a few rabbits bounded through the brush. A sleek and striking Long-tailed Weasel was so intent on capturing a chipmunk that it ignored my proximity. Sadly for the chipmunk, the weasel succeeded (when in nature, I find it impossible to take sides).
All these fascinating animals notwithstanding, I dedicated most of my time to the observation of feathered beings. Among the most numerous were Red-winged Blackbirds, well known to me from my home along Colorado’s Front Range. They were as flashy as ever but were outdone, if not in number, at least in appearance and whimsical behavior, by their cousins, Yellow-headed Blackbirds. The males’ conspicuous yellow heads, black bodies and white wing patches stood out among the cattails. Gregarious and garrulous, their blaring and surprisingly varied vocalizations are accompanied by hilarious contortions of the entire body. I named them clowns of the marsh, and they rank high on my list of favorite avians (though I also find it impossible to pick favorites).
The blackbirds’ boisterousness was exceeded only by cantankerous Canada Geese who defended their chosen nesting sites noisily and, at times, physically, from perceived or actual intruders. Before this trip, I had not noticed the vocal expressiveness of the ubiquitous American Coots. Genetically, they are more closely related to Sandhill Cranes than to the ducks with whom they typically share habitat and whom they outwardly resemble more closely, even though they conjure images of swimming chickens. The copious waterfowl included Mallards, Ring-necked Ducks, Ruddy Ducks, Northern Pintails, American Wigeons, Lesser Scaups, Redheads, Cinnamon Teals, and Buffleheads.
Among the shorebirds, the shrill call of Killdeer attracted attention, as did a special activity of American Avocets, namely leap-frogging, or, in their case, leap-avocetting, which looks as funny as it sounds (sadly, I did not get a photo of said activity). Diminutive Marsh Wrens busily and vociferously went about their business among the cattails, possibly building their nests. Song Sparrows flitted along the marsh’s edges and delighted with their cheerful songs. Horned Owls broadcast their hoots in the morning and evening while Northern Harriers and Red-tailed Hawks were engaged in hunting during the day. In the graying light following sunset, a Short-eared Owl alighted on a post to survey its surroundings for a bite to eat, which made for one of the most memorable moments.
Above this near-constant background of sounds and commotion, I was still able to discern one of my favorite bird chants: the heartwarming melody of the Western Meadowlark.
I am no longer disappointed about the paucity of cranes at Monte Vista as it freed me to focus on details which might otherwise have escaped me. The wildlife refuge was teeming with a beautiful array of creatures with whom I shared a few precious days, and even though I didn’t find what I came looking for, I discovered so much more.
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wonderful post
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Hi Mukul,
Thank you for your interest, and your feedback.
Best,
Tanja
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welcome
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Hi Tanja,
Vielen Dank für die Reise, die ich Dank Deiner Beschreibung A Sandy World erleben konnte. Ich werde mir jetzt den Sand aus den Ohren waschen. 😉
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Liebe Heike,
Vielen Dank für Dein Interesse und Kommentar. Nicht nur aus den Ohren…
Tanja
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Hi Tanja. So this is how it all began!…A graphic illustration of the (English?) proverb which says “From little oaks do mighty acorns grow”. I love the yellow-headed blackbird, one of my favourite North American birds. And incidentally, I think I recognise that Meadowlark!
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my first post, Mr. P. And for recognizing my meadowlark again. 🙂
Yellow-headed Blackbirds must be among the most entertaining birds around and I love being in the same place as they are.
Your kind words are much appreciated.
Fondly,
Tanja
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You’re very welcome. Your posts always lift my spirits and improve my knowledge of our wonderful world of nature. Take care and always be happy, my friend.
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Thank you, Mr. P. 😊❤
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