Swainson’s Hawks are special. As special as any bird that is abundant… just not abundant in your neck of the woods. OK sure, it is only an hour drive before I reach Swainson’s paradise in the Central Valley of California… but where I live, any large brown Buteo has a higher probability of Red-tailed Hawkishness. It takes a special trip to see these special birds, and as such, the pointy-winged migrants are particularly cool to me. The one above is a portrait of a long lived captive bird at a local rehab center.
I was just up in Alberta (and missed my last 10,000 birds post as a result) and my Red-tailed-ready instincts fell apart as each big raptor I saw turned out to be a Swainie. So I thought it might be nice to share some encounters from previous outings. The first time I spent any quality time with them was in Klamath Basin on the border of California and Oregon. I quickly discovered they are vocal creatures, perhaps because it was summer time and the breeding season was just finishing up.
Vocal when perched, and vocal when aloft. This is a lovely dark morph.
With breading season waning, it made sense to find a pair of kids hanging out together.
Competing for food can have unintended consequences, like dropping it in the scuffle which ensues when a parent makes a delivery. The evidence was everywhere below the power poles.
Around this time the parents began to arrive and I mistook their vocalizations as normal.
This was the smaller male and his cries didn’t seem urgent. He set to preening and seemed comfortable with my presence, standing next to my car, parked on the roadside.
The female then showed up and flew by quickly but calmly, surveying the scene and showcasing those pointy wings which long distant migrants seem to favor.
She flew overhead glancing down from time to time as Buteos do when hunting.
But suddenly a switch was flipped and she decided something wasn’t right. She began vocalizing and wheeled upwards in a big wide arc.
She turned and headed right for me with a few powerful flaps of her wings, screaming the whole way.
Message received, at this point I was backing towards and into my open car door as she drove the point home.
I imagine this is the last thing many gophers in Klamath see. The landing gear came down and I ducked into my car and left the quartet in peace. I was surprised by the level of protectiveness given the advanced age of the kids, but I guess my main exposure to young hawks is in urban areas where people in proximity are generally tolerated. The story changes in the great wild expanses to the north.
Here’s to a very special bird getting ready to take flight. Argentina is calling and the fall migration will soon be underway.
Such an amazing sequence. Last thing a gopher sees, indeed.
These photos are truely awesome!! What type of lens were you using.
Great photos and a good story, too!
What a beautiful and powerful hawk!! Her protectiveness touches my soul! Love these pictures!!
You keep coming up with the most amazing stuff… I was just birding in NoCal with my wife, kinda hoping to run into you somewhere…;-) We were also in the Klamath Basin – an amazing area. Tule Lake rules!
And the Swainson’s (which was a lifer for me there) is a great bird!
I loved your photos and description of the amazing wings!
Great images and glad you still have your eyes!!