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Sunday, July 16, 2017

ERNIE COWAN Outdoors
Summer ushers in the beginning of meteor-watching season
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There is something quite peaceful and humbling about a star-filled sky on a clear, moonless night. Adding the flash of a streaking meteor is like the final note of a captivating symphony.
There are big and little meteor showers throughout the year, but I consider summer the beginning of meteor season because the evenings are warm and pleasant, the brilliant Milky Way hangs in the night sky and it’s just more pleasant to be outside.
Unlike many activities, there is nothing more than a folding chair or blanket required to become a full participant, so pack a picnic dinner, head out to a dark sky location and enjoy the view.
One of the brighter annual meteor showers is the Perseids arriving next month. Tiny bits of debris from the Swift-Tuttle Comet will enter our atmosphere, producing up to 100 meteors per hour for several nights, peaking on the night of Aug. 12-13. This year a bright moon will unfortunately make viewing a bit more difficult than it would be on a moonless night.
Because of the quality and number of meteors, even casual observers put the Perseid shower on their annual calendar. The 2018 display should be spectacular because there will be nomoon. Anza-Borrego Desert State Park is one of the best night sky viewing locations, but temperatures in August can be punishing even at night, so you might consider other locations such as Palomar Mountain or the higher elevations of Cuyamaca of Mount Laguna.
The next major shower will be the Orionids that extend from Aug. 25 through Nov. 19, peaking on the night Oct. 22. There are fewer meteors produced by the debris of Halley’s Comet, but viewers this year should have a great show because there will be no conflict with the moon.
A month later, the Leonids peak on the night of Nov. 17-18, producing up to 15 meteors per hour. Mountain temperatures will be a bit cooler, so this will be a good time to head to the dark sky of Anza-Borrego where the New Moon will not interfere with viewing.
December will bring this year’s most spectacular show when the Geminids brightly flash through the dark sky, peaking on Dec. 13-14 at the rate of up to 120 meteors per hour.
The Geminids are considered one of the most reliable displays, radiating from a location high in the night sky by 9 p.m.
Meteor showers have odd sounding names because they are identified by where they seem to originate. The Perseids seem to radiate from the constellation Perseus, the Orionids from Orion, the Leonids from Leo the Lion, and the Geminids from the constellation Gemini.
There are dozens of smartphone and tablet apps available
to help viewers locate constellation and other celestial objects in the night sky.
Other above average meteor showers will continue with the New Year, including the Quadrantids in January, Lyrids in April, and Eta Aquarids in May.
What, exactly are meteors?
Because of the sometimes- bright fireballs created as this cosmic dust burns up in our atmosphere, many think meteors are larger objects. In actuality, most are nothing more than grains of sand that ignite when slamming into Earth’s atmosphere at a speed of 40 miles per second. The extremely bright meteors may be caused by something as large as a pea.
On any given night you are likely to see random flashes of light as meteors burn up entering our atmosphere, and there are minor showers nearly every month.
But you don’t need a meteor shower for an excuse to enjoy the spectacular night sky. If you are really into discovering the outdoor world, there is much to explore once the sun goes down.
There are satellites moving through the heavens, and a whole different world of animals that you may encounter.
I once had a curious kit fox quietly approach me as I sat on the Borrego Sand Dunes watching the night sky. Nighthawks, owls, coyotes, skunks, raccoons, geckos, tarantulas and other creatures are more active at night.
There is more to the great outdoors than a mountain hike, great fishing trip, birding or exploring the desertwilderness. The night sky is another opportunity to sit and see.
A few quiet hours sitting under a sparkling night sky will allow you to discover more than you ever imagined.

The summer Milky Way and the streak of a passing iridium communications satellite.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

County’s second most common bird moves fast and avoids the limelight


BY ERNIE COWAN Union Tribune 
The characteristic “witchetywitchety” song confirmed what I was looking for, but I just couldn’t spot it. The colorful little common yellowthroat is another one of those birds that you are initially more likely to hear than see.
Despite its bright yellow and olive colors, and the male’s bold, black facemask, the yellowthroat typically hangs out in dense thickets of brush or rushes at the edge of marshes or ponds. They tend to bounce around quickly, not spending much time in one place. Sometimes you just need to be patient to get that flash of color and a good look.
Despite my efforts to locate this singing bird, I wasn’t having any luck, but he continued to sing and I continued to scan the tangled thickets for a glimpse of Mr. Yellowthroat.
A movement made me glance up, and there he was, uncharacteristically out in the open, pouring his heart out with a spring melody. I have captured several photos of these colorful birds, but most were less than ideal because of the poor light, or my inability to get close enough as they moved so quickly.
This yellowthroat was on full display, and he didn’t seem at all concerned that I was close by and enjoying his avian serenade. This colorful male even posed for pictures.
While elusive because of where they tend to hang out, the common yellowthroat is actually the second most common bird in San Diego County behind the song sparrow. They love the dense growth of riparian woodlands, marshy ponds or even overgrown weed fields.
The yellowthroat is considered a New World warbler with a range extending from southern Canada to central Mexico.
This is a common bird year-round, but numbers do increase when winter migrants arrive, and they also move seasonally into gardens where their insect food is in greater supply. But, finding the yellowthroat this time of year is most productive at places like Doane Pond at Palomar Mountain State Park, Cuyamaca Lake, the San Luis Rey River mouth in Oceanside, the lake and riparian habitat at Guajome Lake Regional Park, the creek bed of Peñasquitos Canyon, and even the marshy areas of Sentenac Marsh in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. Other likely locations include Lindo Lake in Lakeside, Lake Hodges, Escondido’s Kit Carson Park, lagoons along the coast, Lake Henshaw and the Tijuana River Valley. You will be looking for a small bird, less than 5 inches long, with a wingspan of 6 to 7 inches. Often, the song will be the first clue they are around, but the bright colors of the male help it stand out in the thickets where it is most often found.
Like many bird species, the males are the most colorful. Females lack
the bright yellow color, with a more drab olive brown, a little yellow at the throat and under the tail, and no black mask.
The yellowthroat is an insect eater, often hunting near the ground for spiders, ants, beetles, bees, moths and similar sources of protein.
Yellowthroats breed in San Diego and build wellhidden cup nests close to or even on the ground. Sometimes the nest will have a roof. The female will lay up to six eggs, and during incubation, the male bird will bring food to the female. Once the chicks hatch, both parents will participate in feeding.
This is a great time to head out looking for the common yellowthroat. It’s a colorful and interesting bird to add to your life list.
Cowan is a freelance writer based in Escondido. Email him at BirdandErnie@gmail.com or follow him at erniesoutdoors.blogspot.com.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

ERNIE COWAN Union-Tribune Outdoors 

Looking south over San Diego County from the summit of Toro Peak 

TORO PEAK VIEWS RECALL MEMORABLE ADVENTURES


I climbed a mountain last week, not simply for the spectacular view, but to survey the landscape I’ve wandered for most of my life.

The highest mountain in San Diego is a little over 6,000 feet, but just a few miles north into Riverside there is a mountain nearly 9,000 feet tall that offers a commanding view of San Diego County.

Toro Peak is part of the Santa Rosa Plateau and stands guard over Borrego Springs to the south and Palm Springs to the north. Ona clear day you can stand at the summit and see from the Salton Sea, south into Mexico and west to the Pacific Ocean.

Mountains that I have climbed, like Cuyamaca Peak, Stonewall, Hot Springs, Sunset, Black, Sombrero, Whale and Angel, were easy to pick out on
 this clear day. Gazing out over the vast, curdled landscape, I was not seeing nameless mountains and canyons, but rather the geological pages of a human scrapbook. There, to my right, the San Ysidro Mountains, where I hiked 26 miles through spring rain and then desert heat while carrying a fragile, Native American clay pot that I found while hiking with the supervisor of Anza-Borrego Desert State Park.

San Diego County’s highest point, Hot Springs Mountain, was farther to the west and offered memories of a trip to the summit to interview one of the few female fire lookouts, long before watchful human eyes had been replaced by unblinking instruments. Today there are only ruins of the once important outpost.

I could see High Point on Palomar Mountain where lightning struck a huge pine tree next to me while I was fighting a small fire started during a summer thunderstorm as a young Forest Service seasonal worker.
Just beyond the broad plain of the Warner Valley and Lake Henshaw I could locate the meadow where I proposed and was later married to my beautiful wife, Kati. When I closed my eyes, I could see even more clearly the white, horsedrawn carriage bringing her to the shade of the stately oak tree where we exchanged vows. Friends still talk about our spring nuptials, referring to it as “a three rattlesnake wedding,” because of the uninvited guests that showed up.

A few miles away my mind’s eye could see the mountain-to-desert panorama where my mother’s
 ashes are scattered under a towering incense cedar tree.

In the growing shadows of late afternoon, the deep cleft of the canyon cut by the west fork of the San Luis Rey River brought back fond memories of a long day’s hike.

With our dogs, a hiking buddy and I had planned a short, 4-mile jaunt from Barker Valley to Lake Henshaw. Thirteen hours later, we reached our destination, but not before an exhausting day of climbing over and slipping off huge boulders into waist-deep water. We may have lost a few hours while catching some small native trout in this isolated
 mountain stream, but my soaked springer spaniel could not have been happier.

Look closely to the south, there is a little bump in the In-Ko-Pah Mountains called Sombrero Peak, obviously named because of its distinctive shape. Ona blustery spring day, a group of us hiked to the top of the mountain, but to survive had to cling to one another to avoid being blown off the summit in winds that I’m sure approached 100 miles an hour.

To the east I see the checkerboard agricultural fields of the Imperial Valley where I have enjoyed many
 opening day dove hunts with my sons and good friends. Those same fields have provided enjoyable birding trips in the winter months as we went armed with telephoto lenses in search of migrating sandhill cranes and resident burrowing owls.

The glory of a spring wildflower bloom may have passed, but thumbing through this scrapbook view before me I can see vast fields of purple sand verbena, dotted with the large, white blossoms of scattered dune primrose, or I imagine the yellow fields of desert sunflowers, or the reddish hue of the ocotillo forest as the tips of these buggy whips are ablaze with their waxy crimson flowers.

It’s time to leave my perch. I pause for one last look.

Before me is a scene that has not changed since the earliest visitors left the first human footprints centuries ago. The only difference is that each carried their own mental scrapbook.

As I left the mountaintop, I closed my scrapbook until I can return again with new memories and adventures
 to add. 

Saturday, May 27, 2017

ERNIE COWAN  Union-Tribune Outdoors

SMELLS OF NATURE BRING BACK THE DAYS OF SUMMERS PAST


As spring teeters on the fulcrum of summer, it’s the smells of nature that ignite the most vivid memories.

A recent drive through the Cuyamaca Mountains was filled with the fragrances that brought back memories of my summer of emancipation. Pine trees, damp summer meadows, the delicate scent of wildflowers, campfires and even fresh air were the accelerants that ignited the fires of
 vivid memories. My 16th summer was spent working as a senior Boy Scout at Camp Hual-Cu-Cuish near Julian. Tucked into the oaks and pines at the edge of a broad meadow, it was home for several glorious weeks.

I was there as free labor to greet arriving young Scouts, watch over them in the swimming pool, lead hikes, or supervise games of Capture the Flag in the golden meadow below the camp. This was my first time away from home for an extended period and my last summer before becoming fully emancipated by getting my driver’s license.

Our small group of senior Scouts became a close gang of good guys that helped set life’s foundation. Such things as being trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly and other points of the Scout Law became important life touchstones.

It was a summer of growth when we were expected to be responsible and set good examples for our charges.

Each camp session began on Sunday around noon and ended a week later on Saturday after breakfast. Camp closed for that one day and normally everyone left and returned home. One weekend a few of us decided to stay around and live off the land.

After saying goodbye to
 the departing Scouts, we began our adventure. Julian was our destination, about 10 miles to the north. There was a riding stable near the highway to Julian so we headed there in hopes of catching a ride into town.

There were young cowgirls at the stable and the inevitable flirting began. We tried to impress with our stories of wilderness knowledge and leadership, and they stayed on their horses to demonstrate their command of animals.

There may also have been an element of escape included in their plan.

We lingered longer than necessary, but eventually caught a ride into Julian. Like any young men in port for liberty, Julian was our Tenderloin for a glorious afternoon, including apple pie and ice cream. There may have been some canned tuna for dinner, as well.

We spent the night
 camped on the ground someplace in the surrounding forest and made our way back to Hual-Cu-Cuish the next day in time for the arrival of the new wave of campers.

A few days later, while teaching younger Scouts how to lash poles together, riders appeared in the distant meadow. My heart skipped a beat when I realized that two cowgirls were approaching on horseback.

I dashed into the meadow to greet them. After all, these were old mountain friends, at least in my mind.

Comments were made about how cute I looked in my uniform and at some point there was an innocent teenage kiss as one of the girls leaned down from her horse. Then there was talk of another, more clandestine meeting.

One of the riders suggested a rendezvous that night on the fire road above
 the Boy Scout Camp. My heart soared. This was the greatest summer ever.

There was a problem,
 however. Wednesday night was mandatory hike night. The senior Scouts were all required to take the younger visitors on a hike after dinner. How would I get out this? I picked at my dinner and made a few comments about not feeling well. To my surprise, an adult leader said I didn’t look very good and suggested I go see the camp nurse.

Continuing my act, I visited the nurse. She took my temperature and announced that I had a low fever. I was ecstatic when she suggested I should probably not go on the mandatory hike.

With theatrical aplomb I sadly waved goodbye to the departing hikers, then raced to my ramada to prepare for
 my midnight rendezvous, scheduled for 9 p.m.

I donned by cleanest Scout uniform, full merit badge sash, knee socks and tassels at the calf. The cowgirl was impressed by a man in uniform, and I didn’t want to disappoint.

As the Scouts hiked the rocky trail to Stonewall Peak, I was preparing for an adventure of the heart, whatever that might be.

At the appointed hour I slipped into the woods and made my way to the fire road above camp.

In the softness of a dark summer night I waited. The smells of the forest etched into my mind.

Alas, my Valkyrie never
 materialized from the shadows and like the mythical female Norse spirits who choose who live or die in battle, I was about to become a fallen soldier in the conflict of love. Now I really was feeling

sick.
 At 16, affairs of the heart are like lip balm. It’s soothing and sweet for a moment, but soon gone and forgotten.

But each spring as I drive through the mountains and meadows of my youth, the fragrances of nature allow me to drift back to my summer of emancipation.
 

Saturday, April 15, 2017

BACKYARD BIRD-WATCHING

TAKE A CRACK AT THE GREAT NUTHATCH HUNT


BY ERNIE COWAN


Getting kids interested in birdwatching might be as simple as adding a little excitement. And what could be more exciting than the Great Nuthatch Hunt of 2017?

Spring is the perfect time to grab those binoculars, put on comfortable hiking shoes and head east to our oak woodlands and pinewoods in search of nuthatches. There is even a bonus bird for the overachiever.

There are three nuthatch species found in San Diego County, and they range from relatively common and easy to find to somewhat rare and more challenging.

The beginning nuthatch hunter should easily locate the white-breasted nuthatch. This is the largest of the three species, but it’s hardly large, measuring slightly less than 6 inches in length. As the name implies, it has a distinctive white breast that extends up and around the eyes, and a black cap that extends to gray-blue feathers on the back.

This year-round native is the most widely distributed of the three nuthatch species but is most frequently found in the oak woodlands and mixed conifer environments of the county, ranging from the inland valleys to the eastern mountains.

Some of the best areas to spot this nuthatch are in Cuyamaca Rancho State Park, Laguna Mountains, Julian, Palomar Mountain State Park, Lake Wohlford, Lake Hodges, Stelzer County Park, El Monte County Park, Mission Trails Regional Park and Potrero County Park. 

Birders are most likely to find this little bird darting about on the bark of oak trees in search of insects and seeds. One of its most delightful habits is moving head-down along the trunk of large trees, or hanging upside down under branches while feeding. They are the most vocal of the three local nuthatch species, with a call often described as an insistent nasal yammering. 

Their love of large seeds and their habit of wedging seeds into tree bark and then striking with their pointed bill to “hatch” the seed is the root of this bird’s name. 

The second nuthatch to spot in the Great Nuthatch Hunt is the red-breasted nuthatch. This nuthatch is slightly smaller than the white-breasted but easily identified with a black line that runs through the eye and rich reddish-cinnamon color on the chest and belly. 

Like all nuthatches, it has no neck and has a long, pointed bill. It produces a tiny call, sounding like small tin horns. 

The red-breasted nuthatch prefers to nest on the highest peaks in San Diego County but will be found as an irregular visitor from the coast to the mountains outside of its summer breeding season. 

This nuthatch is less gregarious than others, sometimes even solitary or found only in pairs. During breeding season, it will be a rare resident of our highest peaks on Palomar, Hot Springs Mountain, Volcan, Laguna and Cuyamaca. In the winter, birders can find them in the trees at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, in coastal residential areas with trees, and throughout county mountain areas. 

The smallest of the three nuthatch species is the pygmy nuthatch, measuring just over 4 inches in length. Their song is a repeated, high-pitched piping sound that often goes on for several minutes. This tiny bundle of energy is confined to the coniferous forests of our county and most often in the pine stands of the Laguna Mountains and less commonly on Hot Springs Mountain, Palomar Mountain, Julian and Cuyamaca. They rarely stray beyond their normal habitat. 

This small and noisy bird is generally found in larger groups, often hanging out with other birds such as mountain chickadees and warblers. If your Great Nuthatch Hunt is successful, you may also encounter the bonus bird known as the brown creeper. While not actually a nuthatch, this little bird has a similar shape and size but is distinguished by a slightly downward- curved bill and streaked brownish color. They are found mostly at higher elevations in similar locations as the nuthatches but sometimes stray into inland valleys and coastal areas. 

Just for the record, you don’t have to have excited kids to enjoy the Great Nuthatch Hunt. Such an adventure is a great excuse to get back into the woods and enjoy the spring wildflowers and various migrating bird visitors and to hike some beautiful trails as you try to add these four birds to your life list. 

Cowan is a freelance writer based in Escondido. Email him at  or follow him at erniesoutdoors.blogspot.com



Thursday, April 13, 2017

ERNIE COWAN Outdoors

SIT BACK AND ENJOY NATURE’S ANNUAL SPRING PARADE


It may not be marching bands and floats, but nature’s annual spring parade is about to begin as longer days and warmer weather awaken San Diego’s backcountry from its winter chill.

A drive into the oak woodlands or pine-covered mountains will give you a hint of things to come. Fields are painted in brilliant green; blankets of tiny yellow goldfields are starting to carpet grassy meadows like paint slowly spreading from a spilled bucket, and daffodils are lining the highways to Julian like a cheerful welcoming committee.

Migrating orioles have returned to local backyard feeders, and just about every critter from spiders to coyotes is pairing up. Doves are gathering nesting material and fuzzy grebe chicks are already riding on the backs of parent birds at Lake Hodges.

Shiny black cormorants are already raising their featherless, black chicks, and soon gulls will be tending
 eggs then fuzzy, spotted hatchlings on the cliffs at La Jolla.

One of the greatest sky shows to be seen is put on by nesting peregrine falcons on the cliff at Torrey Pines. Once the fledglings learn to fly in late May, parent birds will be soaring over awestruck observers on the
 beach as they teach the youngsters to hunt.
This is a spring of abundance. Record rainfall has produced more vegetation and that means more insects, more food for plant eaters and thus more food for the predators that feed on the plant eaters.

Whatever message nature sends has notified the wild kingdom that there is abundance that will benefit all.

For the nature lover, this is a glorious time. Wildflowers not seen in years will soon be blooming from Santa Ysabel to Palomar Mountain, Point Loma to Mount Laguna.

The mild days of spring will beckon hikers to the
 scenic trails of Palomar Mountain, Torrey Pines or Cuyamaca Rancho state parks where birds will be nesting, baby deer still covered in spots might be feeding with their mothers and wildflowers will fill the air with a gentle scent.

One of the most enjoyable products of spring is the arrival of youngsters. I’ve already seen tiny lizards,
 less than 2 inches in length, darting about my garden.

Local lagoons will be a nursery for baby ducks, swallows, and other bird species that find abundant food and shelter here. Baby seals and sea lions are still nursing as mother and baby bask on the warm sands around La Jolla Cove.

Anyone living near local
 canyon open spaces has probably already seen the arrival of the spring crop of cottontail rabbits. Your grass and the tender shoots of garden plants provide a spring-mix salad for these furry visitors.

The night air may be filled with the hoots or screeches of nesting owls, and if you are lucky, red-tailed hawks may have already nested and will soon be tending to their hatchlings that you will hear squawking for food long before you see them in the air. But there will be an air show.

Once the hawk chicks are ready to leave the nest, both parent birds will patiently teach them to hunt while the youngsters continue to whine and demand to be fed.

In the oak woodlands, the acorn woodpeckers are busily preparing nests in natural holes or ones they have created. Soon these social birds will be working together to feed their youngsters and if you have spotted a nesting hole, look for the
 chicks to occasionally poke their heads out to marvel at the outside world.

Osprey and egrets will be nesting around local lakes and lagoons, and it can be breathtaking to watch the huge osprey swoop down, grasp a fish in its talons and then soar upward as it returns to feed its young.

If you are not sure where to go to discover the many trails in San Diego, consider getting a copy of “Coast to Cactus: The Canyoneer Trail Guide to San Diego Outdoors.”

Organized hikes are also available at such places as Mission Trails Regional Park (mtrp.org) and San Dieguito River Park (sdrp.org).

Mild weather, green fields, wildflowers, baby animals and the excitement of spring in the great outdoors makes this a great time to join nature’s parade in San Diego.
 


Sunday, April 2, 2017

DESERT OFFERS PRISTINE VIEWING OF MILKY WAY

San Diego’s spring desert wildflower show may have been out of this world, but an even more unworldly show is soon to arrive in the dark night sky of Anza-Borrego Desert State Park.

March means that the spectacular display of star clouds known as the Milky Way arrives just before dawn in the dark desert sky. As spring turns to summer, the Milky Way rises a bit later each night, traveling across the heavens in one of America’s greatest dark sky locations.

By July the shifting heavens will begin the nightly show around 9 p.m. and by late August the Milky Way will be almost directly overhead at the same hour. By fall, the Milky Way will be setting shortly after sunset.

Summer crowds will be nothing like the hordes that swarmed spring wildflower fields, but you will be surprised at the number of people in the desert on the dark sky weekends when the moon is not affecting stargazing.

If you are prepared for summer heat and have an off-road vehicle, you can escape to wilderness badlands and instead of the crowds of stargazers, you are more likely to be all alone under a twinkling blanket of starlight, accented with the occasional flash of a meteor. For urban dwellers, it’s a show they may have never seen and are likely to never forget.

What makes stargazing so special in the summer desert?

The first and most obvious answer is you can see stars there. Even late at night, urban dwellers must contend with light pollution that masks all but the brightest stars. Sadly, there is a generation of youngsters who have never discovered the beauty of a spectacular night sky in its full glory.
Secondly, the more densely compact field of stars of the Milky Way is only visible in the summer. The winter sky may actually offer better “seeing,” but in the winter, stargazers are looking through a thinner portion of the galaxy instead of the thicker core that rotates into view in the summer sky. What you are seeing when you gaze into the clouds of the Milky Way is a galaxy of 100 billion stars stretching over a span of 100,000 light years. A light year is the distance light travels in one year at a speed of 186,000 miles per second, or 5.9 trillion miles. It’s hard to comprehend.

The heart of the Milky Way is in the constellation Sagittarius. In this brightest area the various dust lanes, stars and other celestial objects are the most concentrated.

Viewing the Milky Way requires nothing more than a dark sky and a comfortable chair or blanket. Many summer desert visitors do just that. They pack a picnic, pick a night when moonlight will not interfere and head out to enjoy the quiet and beauty. Like ancient viewers, you need nothing but
 your eyes to discover the many constellations.

Photographers also flock to the desert on dark sky nights, using wideangle and fast lenses to capture the beauty of the stars. Amateur astronomers will have telescopes set up to get up close and personal with such spectacular objects as the Andromeda Galaxy, the Dumbbell Nebula, the Hercules Star Cluster or the double star called Albireo in Cygnus the Swan Constellation.

The summer sands of Anza-Borrego Desert State Park are perfect for doing all of this. Located within a two-hour drive of most metropolitan areas of Southern California, the park is only one of two places in California designated as dark sky locations
 by the International Dark Sky Association.

The park is also located behind a range of mountains that blocks the glow of urban areas to the west, and it provides a viewing window to the southeast that is most conducive to seeing the star show.

Many sky gazers look for nights close to the new moon to head to the desert, however, good viewing can be found during a window of several
 days before and after the dark moon. Dark moon nights begin in April on the 26th, followed by no moon on May 25, June 23, July 23, Aug. 21 and Sept. 19. 

I am offering a night sky photography workshop through George's Camera on June 24. Visit www.georgescamera.com for details. Click on Classes and events. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

It would be hard to over estimate the beauty of this year's wildflower bloom in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park.







Sunday, March 19, 2017

ERNIE COWAN Outdoors

WITH FLOWERS COME HUNGRY CATERPILLARS


There’s a second show of spectacular spring color in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, and it’s not from wildflowers.

This bit of bright color is an important piece in Nature’s grand puzzle.

Abundant rainfall that produces lots of vegetation also means the arrival of the showy caterpillar of the sphinx moth.

Local gardeners may cringe at the thought of this large, green, black and yellow caterpillar, also known to some as tomato hornworms, but in the wilds, they provide an important food source for migrating hawks. The caterpillars also morph into moths that help pollinate native plants.

With the arrival of a good crop of spring growth in the desert, the 3-to-4inch caterpillar soon follows. The good news is they are colorful and interesting to see and provide a good source of protein for migrating Swainson’s hawks. The bad news is they can devour a field of wildflowers in just a few days.

When conditions are right, tiny moth eggs hatch and the brightly hued, and hungry, caterpillars emerge. They feed and grow before burying into the earth and enter a pupa stage as cocoons until emerging next
 winter as large moths. The sphinx moth is often called a hummingbird moth because of its size, rapid wing beat and ability to hover and fly forward and backward.

They have a unique proboscis that rolls up like a New Year’s noisemaker and it can be extended to allow the moth to sip nectar while hovering in flight.

For now, the colorful caterpillars are the main characters in this life cycle. They are emerging in great numbers and will soon be devouring the tender shoots and petals of primrose, sunflowers and other delicate spring wildflowers now attracting thousands
 to California’s largest state park.

Last week, it was mentioned in this column that the migration of the Swainson’s hawk is now happening in Borrego Springs.

The hawk migration is one of the longest of any animal; some traveling as much as 14,000 miles from the southern regions of South America to the arctic slops of North America, and Borrego Valley is a popular waypoint for the traveling birds.

It’s an arduous journey requiring strength and stamina and good sources of food.

Borrego Hawkwatch organizer Hal Cohen said migration has been steady this year, but numbers are still low for this time of the season, which generally
 extends from Feb. 15 to mid-April.
“We do have caterpillars and some feeding behavior,” Cohen said.

Last year at this time during the migration, Cohen reported “hundreds of thousands of caterpillars and hawks all over the valley eating them.”

Last year was also a good flower season, although no match for this
 banner year. As caterpillar numbers increase, expect migrating hawk numbers to also increase as they drop in to sample nature’s hospitality.

For those who have yet to visit the desert for this year’s banner bloom, there is still time. Higher temperatures this week may sear the more delicate blossoms, but the hardier ocotillo,
 brittlebush and various cactus species are reaching full bloom and should continue for a few more weeks.

Lake Cuyamaca


Recent rainfall has expanded Lake Cuyamaca to several thousand acres with overflow water pouring into what is known as the Upper Bain. Lake Manager Butch Paddock said 1,200 pounds of Jess Ranch rainbow trout have been stocked in the Upper Basin, and when the California Department of Fish and Wildlife trout plant arrives, it will also be put into the Upper Basin.

The normal lake covers 110 acres, but the overflow lake created in the Upper Basin is traditionally a more natural environment for trout, and anglers can expect some exciting fishing.

Paddock said the Upper Basin should remain well in May. Anglers can use float tubes in the Upper Basin.


Gun safety


A three-hour firearm familiarization and safety class is being offered for anyone anticipating the purchase of, or who already owns, a handgun.

The class is offered from 2 to 5 p.m. April 9 at the Escondido Fish and Game Association shooting range east of Lake Wohlford.

Participants will learn the basics of handguns, home firearm safety and the responsibilities of firearm ownership. Handguns and ammunition are provided for the class, but participants are encouraged to bring their own handgun if they already own one. Cost of the class is $60.

The Escondido Fish and Game Association range is at 16525 Guejito Road and Lake Wohlford Road.

To register for the class, contact Jack Bryson at (760) 746-2868.
 



Saturday, March 4, 2017

ERNIE COWAN  Union Tribune Outdoors

ASSORTMENT OF CRITTERS APPEARING AT ‘MT. WHOVILLE’


A love of nature is a relatively common thing, but for those who spend more time in the wild, or live in rural areas, you begin to develop personal relationships with the creatures around you.

I don’t live in the wilderness, but my home is on top of a little mountain that is 1-mile long and 200-feet wide. Mt. Whoville, as we call it, is only a few minutes from town, but far enough out to be exempt from the impacts of urban life.

I am surrounded by native chaparral, cottonwoods, boulders and oak trees, and blessed with a wide variety of winged, crawling, creeping, slithering and hopping visitors. Some we have named because of distinctive marks that allows us to recognize them.

One of our most recent friends is “Blaze,” who arrived about a month ago as a tiny ball of fluff. The softball- sized cottontail rabbit was one of several early spring arrivals, but easily
 identified by a white mark on his forehead.

Blaze is now almost fully grown, most likely because of the fine lawn we have provided for him to enjoy. He also feeds on some of the birdseed that drops to the ground from our garden feeder, and he mingles nicely with the covey of fat California quail also devouring the seed.

I’m anxiously awaiting the tiny fuzzball quail chicks that will hopefully soon be accompanying their parents at my feeder.

“Stubby” is one of our resident lizards, so named because he apparently had a close encounter with a larger predator, perhaps our resident roadrunner. As a survival mechanism, lizard tails detach when grabbed by a hungry predator. The good news, for Stubby, a spiny fence lizard, is the tail will grow back. Until it does, I can recognize him as a resident of the rock pile under our lantana hedge.

Spring is almost here,
 and there is much activity in the natural world. A house wren has returned in search of a mate and provides a daily dawn alarm as he sings his beautiful love song from a perch near the nest box that has been used every year since we hung it.

The singing will go on for several weeks until he attracts
 his mate. Then they will busily go about building a new nest in the little birdhouse and soon both will be tending to the chicks with offerings of insects and grubs.

In the recent drought years, the wrens have only produced a single brood, but our abundant spring
 could mean two or more broods this year.

Any day now, one of our most colorful visitors will arrive on their migratory path from Mexico. The brightly colored hooded orioles will soon be drinking from our nectar feeders and brightening our garden with constant chatter, bickering and comical antics.

These birds of summer will delight us until fall when they return south for the winter.

We have a resident king snake, a rather large one that lives in the void places of our rock wall. We haven’t seen him all winter, but soon he should appear. Like our roadrunner, the king snake preys upon rattlesnakes, but also keeps our rabbit population in check. I hope Blaze keeps a wary eye out for Mr. King.

Perhaps our most spectacular wild friends are our resident red-tailed hawks. For several seasons now, a nesting pair have raised their young in a tall pine tree
 at the north end of Mt. Whoville.

We first know of the chicks’ arrival when we can hear them squawking for food, and see the parent birds riding the air currents along our ridge in search of a snake, lizard, gopher, squirrel or rabbit.

Once the chicks leave the nest there is a glorious sky show as mom and dad accompany the fledglings, teaching them to hunt on their own. A dead avocado tree on our slope provides a great resting place for the young birds as the parents ignore their demands for food and prod them on to hunt.

Spring is a wonderful time for nature lovers, and the simple addition of bird feeders, a small fountain, and a wildlife-friendly garden will provide nesting places and food that will bring wildlife to your home. 





Saturday, February 18, 2017

BACKYARD BIRD-WATCHING

DAPPER BLACK PHOEBE NEATLY THRIVES ON INSECTS IN FLIGHT


They seem to enjoy being around people


BY ERNIE COWAN


I noticed a small bird following me as I walked through the knee-high grass at the edge of San Elijo Lagoon.

This dapper little black and white bird seemed quite friendly and interested in my travels. I’d stop and he’d land on a nearby tree or fence post until I started moving again. I then realized he was simply taking advantage of my movement. As I walked, tiny insects were flying up from the disturbed grass, and my hiking companion was reaping the benefits.

Launching from his perch, he would repeatedly swoop down and grab an insect in flight, and then move on to
 his next perch behind me.

On this trip, my little friend was a black phoebe, one of more than 400 tyrant flycatcher species found through the United States.

The black phoebe is more localized, occurring from Southern Oregon, along the
 California coast, through the Southwest into Mexico and South America.

Resident to San Diego, the black phoebe is widely distributed here, found commonly from our coast to the highest mountain eleva­
tions and in concentrated areas of the desert. 

The black phoebe is always associated with water since this is critical to provide a habitat for insect foraging as well as the necessary ingredient for nesting. This phoebe builds a bowl nest using small dabs of mud mixed with grass. It’s similar to the nest of barn swallows. 

The black phoebe nest is plastered to the wall of sheltered places such as natural boulder overhangs, the eaves of a house, under bridges, in culverts or beneath building ledges. The inside of the nest is lined with softer material such as animal fur, or tiny roots and grasses. One to six eggs are laid in the nest, and the birds will produce up to three broods in a good year. 

Nesting is a cooperative event, with the male giving his mate a selection of several nesting sites. The female chooses the location and builds the nest, but both birds protect and defend the nesting site. Once paired, the birds are generally monogamous. 

They have adapted well to urbanization, taking advantage of urban parks and lawns as a source for insects and adopting livestock troughs, garden ponds or birdbaths as their water supply. 

The black phoebe is easy to identify because of its distinctive sooty black and crisp white coloration and the stylish inverted V where his white underbelly meets the dusky black head, chest and wing color. Unlike many of the more nervous flycatchers, the black phoebe actually seems to enjoy hanging around people, maybe landing at the other end of a picnic table as if curious about your presence. 

Local lakes, shoreline lagoons and parks with nearby water are all great places to spot the black phoebe and add him to your life list. 

And, if you are wondering what they call a group of flycatchers, it can be an “outfield,” a “swatting,” a “zapper” or a “zipper.” 

Hummingbird numbers 

Several readers have written with comments and concerns about our hummingbird population because they are not seeing as many visitors to their nectar feeders this winter. 

Bill Pickens wrote, “In Hidden Meadows we have noticed a sudden, dramatic drop in the number of hummingbirds at our feeders. Do you know why?” 

The simple answer, according to Phil Unitt, editor of the San Diego County Bird Atlas and curator of birds at the San Diego Natural History Museum, is there is no apparent reduction in hummingbird population, based on annual bird counts. “There was no dip in the number of Anna’s hummingbirds in Oceanside this past winter; if anything, a spike,” Unitt said. 

There may be fewer birds visiting feeders because early and abundant rains have produced growth and insect hatches that are providing enough natural food for the little birds. 

Oriole season 

Speaking of feeders, it’s about time to put out oriole feeders. Hooded orioles will begin showing up later this month, with big numbers arriving in March. 

The brightly colored orioles enjoy the same sugar water nectar you use for hummingbirds, but because of their larger beaks, they require a slightly different feeder. I’ve found the 32ounce First Nature Oriole Feeder to be economical, easy to clean and popular with the orioles. 


Union Tribune -Outdoors

CARLSBAD ANGLER NABS ‘TROUTZILLA’


Some people fish like they are playing the lottery. Jed Dickerson fishes like a big game hunter. He stalks his game, only looking for the trophy fish.
Over the years, Dickerson has made headlines for some of the monster fish he has caught, including a potential world-record bass at Escondido’s Dixon Lake.
He has earned his reputation as a master, trophy bass hunter. This week, Dickerson has done it again, but this time he targeted and landed a spectacular rainbow trout at Dixon Lake.
While not quite a lake record, his 14-pound, 4ounce trophy still attracted a lot of interest for the Carlsbad fisherman, along with a good story about his adventure.
Dickerson’s decision to visit Dixon Lake, one of his favorites, was a last-minute choice.
"I dropped Jed Jr. off at school and decided to go to the lake. Someone said they saw a huge trout there the other day, so I decided to go look for it," he said.
He rented a boat and began looking for the phantom fish. Suddenly it became reality when he spotted it in Bass Cove.
"First I used a crappie jig and she was definitely interested, but swam off. I used the crappie jig for a while, then decided to switch to PowerBait," Dickerson said.
On one of his first casts with bait, the big submarine hit and swallowed the split shot weight instead of the PowerBait. He finally made what he called "the perfect cast" and saw his bait vanish as the fish swallowed it.
The big! fish began to run, nearly spoolin! g his reel. "I had to chase her in the boat and she was headed straight for the pier. I knew if she went under the pier I would lose her," Dickerson said.
He was able to getup enough speed to get ahead of the running trout, causing the fish to turn back to open water. The fish began pulling the other way when it suddenly jumped completely out of the water.
"It was like someone jumped into the water. There were a couple of Marines watching the whole episode from the pier, so I told them I had Troutzilla on the line," Dickerson said.
Using only 4-pound fishing line, his battle lasted about 15 minutes before the fish had tired enough to be netted.
Trout fishing at Dixon Lake has been epic the past few months. Dan Stephensen caught a new lake record trout of 16.82 pounds in January, and Luis Loya from Escondido hauled in an 11.75-pound rainbow from Whisker Bay this week.
Rangers said trout have been hitting on crappie and trout minnow jigs. Garlic flavored PowerBait and nightcrawlers are also working well.
Another useful technique has been to use mealworms to get the bigger trout to bite. Light line in the 2- to 4-pound range is also a secret for success.
Turkey season
Turkey hunting season in California begins March 25 and extends through April 30. The archery-only season will follow immediately afterward, running May 1-14. Hunters who have a current junior hunting license may also hunt the weekend before t! he opener, March 18 and 19, and the two weeks after the general season,! May 1-14, using shotguns or any other legal method of take.
Shooting hours for spring turkeys are from one-half hour before sunrise to 5 p.m. Both a hunting license and upland game bird stamp are required to hunt turkeys, although an upland stamp is not required for hunters with junior licenses. The bag limit is one bearded turkey per day and a possession limit of no more than three turkeys during all spring seasons.
Early reports from hunters who have been scouting indicate there are good numbers of birds being spotted.
Recent rains have no doubt improved habitat conditions and could also contribute to an excellent crop of new birds this spring. This could mean even better hunting conditions next season.
The best areas for turkey hunting in San ! Diego are public lands around Palomar Mountain, Julian, Santa Ysabel, Warner Springs, Ramona and Mount Laguna.
The statewide population of wild turkeys is estimated at 240,000 birds.
The California Department of Fish and Wildlife estimates about 36,000 hunters bag about 28,000 turkeys in the spring season each year statewide.
Wild turkeys are found in most counties in California, with the top 10 for spring harvest being Shasta, Butte, Placer, El Dorado, Tehama, Sonoma, Mendocino, Napa, Nevada and Lake counties. For places to hunt turkeys and additional tips and information, hunters should refer to the "Guide to Hunting Wild Turkeys in California" on the CDFW website (wildlife.ca.gov).


Saturday, February 4, 2017

ERNIE COWAN - Union Tribune Outdoors

COLDNESS DOESN’T SCARE THE REAL TROUT HUNTERS


The true trout hunter will understand when I say you never hang up your rod.

For most anglers, a few glorious summer days in the Eastern Sierra, watching your fly dance on the sparkling waters of pristine mountain lakes, or a few Saturday trips to local lakes for planted trout, satisfies their cravings to fish.

But the real trout hunter is always on the water, adjusting to seasons, conditions and what nature has
 to offer. Just about anyone who has fished for trout will tell you that California’s Eastern Sierra is a world-class destination for these freshwater fish. Rainbow, German brown, brook and native golden trout offer anglers experiences that range from armchair angling from the tailgate of your car to the thrill of catching a magnificent native golden, found only in the pure waters of wild lakes in the rare air above 10,000 feet.

The beauties and challenges of the High Country seem to validate the words of Henry David Thoreau, who wrote, “Many men go fishing all of their lives without
 knowing that it is not fish they are after.” The solitude, the beauty, and the bonus of connecting with a wild creature at the end of your line seem to satisfy some kind of primal need.

For the real trout hunter, even winter offers a different kind of fishing experience in the High Sierra. Traditionally the winter season allows anglers to plumb the waters of the Owens River, Hot Creek, Pleasant Valley Reservoir and the East Walker River.

Sure, winter fishing can
 be cold and miserable. I’ve had wet boots, cold feet and a chill from a winter day hiking into Hot Creek through snow when temperatures were in the 20s. But 2017 is a winter that trout hunters will never forget.

The storm door has been open, dropping epic amounts of snow that has accumulated to more than 25 feet deep in some places.

Access to many winter fishing grounds has simply vanished. Even snowmobiles are having a hard time navigating through deep snow holes, but the
 worst has been the bonechilling cold.

Read this carefully, because it’s not a misprint. Morning temperatures earlier this month were recorded at 22 degrees below zero in Bridgeport and 30 below on the Upper Owens east of Mammoth Lakes. Those were real temperatures, not wind chill. That will wilt your petunia any day.

To make matters even worse, normally strong flowing water like the Upper Owens River has been covered in ice, making fishing
 impossible. Fishing guide Tom Loe runs Sierra Drifters Guide Service and is an eternal optimist when it comes to trout fishing anytime. This winter, he had to call it for real.

“The(Owens) river has frozen solid above Hot Creek and is unfishable until the ice thaws,” Loe said.

Often winter access is challenging, but can be done in four-wheel drive.

“It’s buried under 3 to 4 feet of snow now. No vehicles are driving in here and snow shoes are mandatory if you walk in,” Loe said.

For now, the true trout hunter will have to look elsewhere, but there is light at the mouth of the ice cave.

The heavy blanket of Sierra snow means water, lots of water, once the spring thaw arrives.

Popular fishing holes like
 the vast expanse of Bridgeport Reservoir, gasping from four years of drought, are now looking like they will be filled to the brim.

Since November, Bridgeport Reservoir has risen nearly 12 feet, and the heavy flow of spring has yet to arrive. Jeffrey Wenger at Bridgeport Marina is hopeful that he will have enough water in the marina to last all summer, allowing him to keep rental boats on the water.

Some may think we are witness to a miracle. Just in the nick of time, nature has arrived with abundance. In reality, the eternal cycles have simply made another orbit.

For the real trout hunter, it just means never having to hang up your rod.