~I got to add a new bird to my birding life list today – #392. I took this photo in Custer State Park near Hermosa, SD.
Upland Sandpiper
They prefer upland fields, where often only its head and neck are visible above the grass. They like to perch on posts and stumps. I was very lucky to see this bird perched on this post!
This is the first Sandhill Crane I have seen in their summer plumage.
Song Sparrow
Every morning we have been serenaded by a very experienced vocalist.Â
An elusive Cedar Waxwing
It’s nice to see so many nesting Osprey.
Violet Green Sparrow
Swallows are everywhere, lots of bugs to catch. They are also hard to photograph.
What a strange place to see this bird. It sits on the fence next to our RV. I am not sure what it is, but I think it might be a Short-billed Dowitcher.
~Yesterday, we stopped at the Snake River pull-off while driving through The Tetons. The trees have grown over the years blocking a lot of the view, but one can still get a glimpse.
The Snake River in the Tetons.
It wasnât until the year 1912 that the United States Geographic Board made official the name, âThe Snake River.â The Snake River Got its Name From a Misinterpretation over 11,000 years ago, the Snake was a vital source of life for the Native Americans, specifically the Shoshones, that were living along the banks of the river.
The Snake River is a major river of the greater Pacific Northwest region in the United States. At 1,078 miles long, it is the largest tributary of the Columbia River, in turn, the largest North American river that empties into the Pacific Ocean. The Snake River rises in western Wyoming, then flows through the Snake River Plain of southern Idaho, the rugged Hells Canyon on the OregonâIdaho border, and the rolling Palouse Hills of Washington, emptying into the Columbia River at the Tri-Cities, Washington.
I spotted three Bald Eagles circling the area. It looked like two adults and one immature. What a beautiful sight.
~A Mountain Blue Bird came for a visit yesterday. I looked out the RV window and there she was, sitting on a fence post. I haven’t seen one in a long time.
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