Nature Notes

Vol. II June 1st, 1925 No. 21


In this connection it might be of interest to list the birds found in a half day's study about the meadow and in the woods near Longmire Springs - elevation 2760 feet.

On April 30th last the spring migration was just beginning. The day was cool and misty but the sun came through and it became warmer toward noon. The following are the birds noted:

Western Savannah Sparrow, one. A rare visitor.
Western White Crowned Sparrow, many.
Western Golden Crowned Sparrow, a few.
Rusty Song Sparrow - numerous.
Fox Sparrow, one.
Shofeldt's Junco, numerous, nesting.
Varied Thrushes, numerous, prominent songsters.
Western Robin, numerous nesting.
Golden Crowned Kinglets, many.
Ruby Crowned Kinglets, many.
Gairdner's Woodpeckers, numerous.
Harris Woodpeckers, a few.
Northwest Flicker, common
Raven, numerous
Western Crow.
Western Winter Wren
Steller Jay, numerous
Gray Jay, numerous
Chestnut-backed Chickadee, numerous
Rufus Humming Bird
Violet Green Swallow, a few.
Brewer Blackbird. This is my first record at Longmire.
Western Flycatcher.
A medium sized hawk - probably Sharp Shinned.

During the month I have seen the following species in addition to the above:

Water Ouzel, Harlequin Duck, two unidentified ducks (late in the evening) Sooty Grouse, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Magnolia Warbler and Gray Owl.


May is very early spring in the high valleys and warm sunshiny days are appreciated by the little furry folks.

On one of these days I was sitting in the dining room of Paradise Inn looking through the door. Suddenly, almost the entire view, was obstructed by a great hawk sweeping directly at the door. I was so startled by this strange performance that I leaped to my feet. The hawk saw the movement and turned aside at the very threshold. Then I saw what I had not noticed before - the reason for such strange actions. At my feet on the warm doorstep was a tiny bundle of fur the size of a tennis ball and about as round. I could see no head or tail to it. He was still blissfully ignorant of the fact that the messenger of death had passed by, when I took him in my hand. Then there was action aplenty and I had my hands full of squirming, scratching, biting Field mouse. I was glad to let him go but the hawk might not have been so generous.

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