The first day of September signals to me that cooler weather is arriving so I took a look back at some of the images I have taken in September from 2008 on.
September 2008 in Florida meant that I was getting excited not just about the cooler weather but also the birds that spent the summer breeding further north were arriving on their wintering grounds or would soon make their appearance. The humidity would drop and the skies seemed clearer (most days).
September in Montana means crisp, cool mornings, warm days and star-filled nights and it also meant seeing Pronghorn bucks on rut in Madison County. My first camping trip to Montana was a delight and staying at Cliff Lake made it even better in 2009.
Female Short-eared Owl on a foggy September morning – 2010
Red Rock Lakes National Wildlife Refuge in September means seeing the leaves high on the Centennial Mountains changing colors, mornings with a light frost on the ground and lake fog to start the day. In 2010 I spent 13 glorious minutes with this Short-eared Owl and developed memories of her that I hope never to forget.
September on Antelope Island always makes me think of the word “golden”, golden grasses, golden light in the morning and the “golden” fleeting feeling of the last of summer days. In 2011 I photographed this hatch year Chukar and while it looks kind of ratty I know that this young Chukar is only molting into its first adult plumage.
September used to be great on Antelope Island for juvenile Red-tailed Hawks too and I would find them quite often on the dark Farmington Complex rocks found near Frary Peak. This juvenile hung around the trail head parking area for several weeks in 2012. That year the vole population crashed and since then Red-tailed Hawks are hard to find on the island.
Some Septembers in the Centennial Valley are a raptor lovers delight and in 2013 I was truly excited to finally photograph a Red-tailed Hawk on the reddish lichen covered boulders that I had dreamed about since the first time I went to the valley to camp.
And in September of 2014 I was able to photograph a juvenile Swainson’s Hawk close enough to do portraits of the young butterscotch colored bird. I was in a parked vehicle and the juvenile Swainson’s was perched across the dirt road on a fence post not paying attention to the camera at all just the adult in the distance.
And so far September of 2015 has come in very birdy too with a morning trip to Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge and a Great Blue Heron with a large carp that it seemed determined to swallow. It walked around the reeds and I didn’t see if it did indeed swallow the fish.
September… to be continued.
Yeah, life is good.
My post is later than normal today because I ran out of time to prepare it before heading out the door to Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I am glad I waited so I could include a September bird from 2015!