A hunter and a hunter's moon

Haggard red-tailed hawk—with some Krider's ancestry, I wager. It doesn't appear so in the photo, but IRL the tail shone nearly pink, enough so that we turned the car around for another look. Lots of white on the head, too.

The grey sky, hayed field, and partially-bare cottonwood tree are all redtail habitat, and make this photo emblematic of autumn in Nebraska. Taken somewhere in Custer County, near as I can figure; we covered a lot of ground that day.

Later that evening, a full moon (or nearly so) rising orange over I-80 and disappearing behind low cloud cover. Photos, as usual, by Jessa, but getting out there is a team effort. 

What's the rumpus?

Jessa and I returned from the store one afternoon to find a troop of blue jays apparently losing their minds out behind the house. A certain amount of Cyanocitta high spirits we're accustomed to—blue jays evidently like being blue jays, and noisy is just part of the recipe. This was louder, and angrier, than standard blue jay raucousness, so while Jessa put our purchases away, I went out back to see what had them so riled.

Arriving at the alley, I discovered that it wasn't just the blue jays on high alert: a small flock of robins, a pair of red-headed woodpeckers, a downy woodpecker, and a yellow-shafted flicker were all mobbing an unseen predator. I was expecting a Cooper's hawk or a great horned owl...but instead found this sleepy eastern screech-owl trying to take a nap on the telephone wires.

Trying, but not succeeding. I rang Jess on her mobile to come out with the camera, and after a bit of grumbling—she had just got her shoes off—she joined me; all of these photos are hers, by the way. And while I can't really know, I think the owl may have appreciated our presence, as the avian crowd dispersed a bit and things quieted down a little. 

We hear the trilling of screech-owls on a fairly regular basis on our evening walks around the neighbourhood, but we see them far less frequently, and usually not for very long, so this was a treat.

Eventually we too departed the alley, leaving the owl to its nap, and hopefully a successful evening's hunt.

Related post: photoblogging: eastern screech-owls

Weathering

Back at home, Stekoa enjoying some weathering time and Jessa some time with her camera...

Gooseberry Falls

During a midday lull in the migration, Jessa and I made a brief visit to Gooseberry Falls State Park, northeast of Two Harbors. The namesake falls are in three parts; this is Upper Gooseberry Falls. 

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Middle Gooseberry Falls lies almost immediately below but slightly downstream from Minnesota Highway 61. The highway bridge can be seen in these photos; indeed, it's very difficult to find a vantage point to shoot the middle falls without the bridge.

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Below a small riffle... 

...is Lower Gooseberry Falls. The Gooseberry River does not drain a lake and is not fed by springs; it is dependent entirely on rainfall and snowmelt, and its flow is therefore highly variable. The lower falls was rather thin during our visit, and the cobbles below mostly dry. I've seen pictures of it running much heavier.

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All three of these falls are within a mile of the river's mouth, and combined span only a quarter mile. The Gooseberry runs quietly through its lower reaches; in this last photo, Lake Superior can just be seen through the trees at upper right.