Radd Icenoggle

Radd Icenoggle is a native Montanan, who has spent a lifetime as an outdoors and wildlife enthusiast. He possesses a degree in biology with an emphasis on habitat relations. During his studies, he wrote a thesis that explored the effects of slope aspect on communities in southwestern Montana and, more specifically, the ways that Clark’s Nutcrackers use their habitat. He has worked for the U.S. Forest Service as a botanist, bird biologist, and hydrology technician. Through his writing and photography, he endeavors to bring nature to his audience.

Bird of Peru cover Sometimes I dream of South America and the adventures that still exist there. It seems to last continent for the adventure birder. A place where species are still be discovered and new birding areas revealed. Birding along an oxbow lake in Manu or finding Inca Wrens among the ruins of Machu Picchu are some the locales that I see through my mind’s eye. Peru seems like an inevitability in my life at some point. This country is a shining jewel in my personal birding world, my personal El Dorado. Alas, I have not been to Peru (yet), but I can come close to being there though Birds of Peru from Princeton University Press and a little use of my own imagination.

Birds of Peru pages I was lucky enough to receive a hard copy version of Birds of Peru (it is now available in soft cover and e-book versions now) from the great folks at Princeton University Press.  Given that Peru has ~1,800 known species, a rather condense format is warranted, otherwise we would end up lugging around a 25 pound tome through customs and into the jungle. A short summary contains the key identification points, habitat associations, voice, and a small, yet detailed range map is present on the left hand page. The habitat portion of each account is absolutely vital. Even with my limited Neotropical birding experience, I have quickly come to understand that the slightest changes in vegetative composition, elevation or slope aspect have profound consequences on the avian community. Birds of Peru goes to great pains to address these determinates of species presence.

Birds of Peru illustrations The illustrations are outstanding. That is the only way I can describe them. The detail and arrangement of the illustrations is done in the most effective way. The key identifications points really pop out at you when you look at the illustration after reading the text. This sets up a birder-muscle memory type of learning. Generally, I prefer images over illustrations, with many of illustrations coming off to cartoon-like for my tastes. But these illustrations are done in a very life-like manner as i have compare them to photographs of particular species.

One of the authors of Birds of Peru is Ted Parker, a name that rings like a legend in my mind. A wunderkind in every sense of the word, Ted Parker was blessed with the unique combination of the passion, intelligence, and amazingly perceptive senses. The one story that sums up the birder in Ted Parker is when he identified a potential new species from audio recording of a chaotic dawn chorus from Bolivia. The mystery bird turned out to be a new species of antwren, which is describe a year later. I cannot hardly comprehend the mind that can store all the details of songs, calls, ranges, habitats, and seasonality. I could lament that I wish had met him, but instead I chose to be thankful that we were lucky enough to have a Ted Parker among us for as long as we did and his contributions still have ongoing ripples of effect.

Although, I find Birds of Peru an extremely well executed field guide, I do have a bone to pick with the voice section of the accounts. I hate phonetic representations and mnemonics. Repeat, I hate them. I think that this guide would have have really benefitted from an accompanying CD/DVD of the most common songs and other vocalizations of the species covered in the book. I have a really hard time reading “ti-ti tew-tew-tee-teep” for the Black-throated Antbird and having any kind of real understanding of what those syllables sound like in the field. This is where a companion set of vocalizations would really help me out.

Overall, I have done nothing but consume Birds of Peru, trying to digest each species account and illustration. It is my Peru-situational bible of birding. I think that every birder should have as many bird guides as possible in their libraries as possible. It does not matter if you ever make a journey to the far-flung reaches of the Amazon Basin or the rarified air of the Andes. Each guide expands your knowledge and desire to bird even more. Birds of Peru will be a great addition to any birder’s library. You never know if buying this field guide is the gentle nudge that you need to purchase a plane ticket to Lima. I hope someday that my copy is battered and stained from an epic birding trip to Peru.

Peru Birding Tours from Wings

Molt Cover The other day I received a greatly expected package from Houghton Mifflin, my review copy of Molt in North America Birds by Steve N.G. Howell. I quickly ripped the package open and I was staring at a beautiful cover of a molting Northern Gannet. With a familiar crack of a firm spine, I opened the book and sat amazed at the layout and text, and this was only the preface. The images are generally vibrant and the writing style accomplishes that most difficult balancing act between conveying weighty scientific concepts and maintaining an ease of readability.

Molt strategies summary pages The organization of Molt is in two distinct sections. The first part is an introductory text that details the evolutionary and practical basis for molt, molting strategies in relation to life histories, and molt progressions. Especially helpful are two pages that illustrate molting strategies graphically with corresponding timeline graphs. This is by far the best summation of molt that I have seen in any text.

Family molt accounts The second portion of Molt is a series of accounts detailing molt specifics by family. What a resource to quickly find vital molt information about a member of a particular family in an instant. One of my only negative criticisms is that although most of images are outstanding, occasionally an image is not quite illustrative enough or of somewhat poorer quality. However, I realize, having written a field guide myself, that to have all A+ images is nearly impossible, especially when you consider the berth of this particular undertaking.

Now for the hard part to apply this book to my day-to-day birding. Study molt in the field can be valuable to understanding the life history of birds.

Which way? This past Saturday, Vida and I decided to hike up to the tippy-top of Mount Blackmore (10,154 feet ASL), the highest peak in the Hyalite group of Peaks in the Gallatin Range. The best way to describe this hike is an ass-buster. It gains over 3500 feet at a steady always up slope in about 6 miles. But man are the views worth it. Oh, did I mention mosquitoes? We had a few; well, we actually had a biblical style plague of the pesky bloodsuckers. Usually, the higher you go, the less of a swarm is possible. Today was the exception that proves the rule. At the very summit we encountered an electrical buzz. Is it static build-up from the approaching thunderstorm? Nope, it was thousands upon thousands of mosquitoes, and I guess you forgot the bug dope (sorry Sweets). One of the real treats were the chirping Pikas of the talus slopes below the final pass.

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Goofy guy on Blackmore American Pika Vida posing out

Hyalite Panorama

Whitebark Pine Panorama

Me having fun For the better part of a week, I have been reading about a lot of turmoil. The kind of things that make your gut twist and your anger boil. Oiled birds along the Gulf Coast and the effectiveness of rehab efforts. News of declining populations around the globe. The intrigue and gossip column-like story of the ABA’s current upheaval. I began to feel this weight in my chest as one blog after another transferred the dim news across my screen.

Then came the news of the Orange-billed Nightingale-Thrush in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Wow, what a bird! And no sooner than I had a moment of elation, some naysayer starts debating the merits of this bird.

“Is it naturally arriving, and, therefore, countable?”

“Surely it must have been aided.”

My mood sinks once again with the thud of a turd in the toilet bowl. Then I though to myself, “Wait, I’ve forgotten something.” What was it? Then like a baseball bat to the back of the head the answer came to me. “I have forgotten to have fun.”

Birding should be, first and foremost, fun. We should rejoice in every bird because we have the opportunity to experience it and its environment.  I don’t know you personally, but suspect that you would rather being having a good time while birding or dealing with conservation issues. I chase rarities, and I have noticed that attitude plays a big part in the experience. I have chased when I’m pissed or tired, and experience reflects these states. Even when I had located the bird, it was tempered by these negative emotions. However, I have one rarity chase that illustrates how having fun can make chases fun. A Curve-billed Thrasher has shown up in Central Montana. Sam and I jumped in the vehicle and barreled down the highway after work. The sun was quickly descended as we drove the 200 or so miles to the ranch where the thrasher was currently residing. Time was running short, but instead of, being tense about chase, we relax and drove faster. The challenge had become fun, and as the sun faded completely we finally got the shadow of the bird. We got to see it for less than 2 minutes, and it was all worth it. The chase was fun, and the celebratory beer afterward confirmed it. I bird better when I’m in a good mood. I learn more effectively when my heart can’t wait for the next page.

I will not discuss why the ABA is foundering, and play the blame game. It seems that any organization with more than 3 members slips into a political morass. Seems like the ABA was fun in the past, and I think Birding magazine is obscenely informative. The ABA should be fun. The ABA conventions should be fun, even they seem to be more about commerce (hell, commerce should be fun). The listing aspects of the organizations should fun, not some end-all, be-all competition for the coveted title of World Champ.

Our enjoyment of birds can be at the core of almost every conservation issue. With positive intentions and emotions, we can more deeply affect any conservation effort than with a doom and gloom attitude. I can’t even count the number of meeting and conversations I have been involved in where the participants, who truly love birds and nature, do not even crack a smile. It is nothing but “F*cking BP” this and “Goddamn Developers” that. This kind of saddled anger only creates enemies and tensions. It is the classic us and them syndrome that we seem to always find ourselves. I propose that we go into these battles with a smile, knowing that we are doing the right thing and have the right intentions.

I do not want to be a Polly Anna about these issues. There are serious matters and situations that need to be intended to, but let’s do this balance of knowledge and attitude. With a happy heart, mind full of knowledge, and having fun we can affect more change more than furrowed brows and harsh words would ever accomplish. Some folks have the attitude that you cannot have fun and be serious. I vehemently disagree. I know that you can have serious fun or be seriously funny. So, let’s go forward and have fun. Have fun when you discuss important issues. Have fun with your Audubon group.

Have fun when you bird.

At the top of Squaw Creek Divide Yesterday, Somewhat Birding Vida and I went for an 11-mile hike up to the Squaw Divide, which divides (duh) the Squaw Creek (or Storm Castle as the new name) drainage from the Hyalite Basin. This is a hike that I’ve wanted to take for quite awhile. Many times I have stared at the route and thought about all the times that I had hiked to the basin and not attempted to make it to the ridge top. It is quite a haul with more than 2800 feet elevation gain and a top elevation of over 9800 feet. The Squaw Creek Basin is outstanding with many American Pipits and several Gray-crowned Rosy-finches. I even heard a Pika that called from directly beneath my feet as it hid in the jumble of talus. We had to traverse across a large snowfield, which was alternating between slick but stable to total postholing up to the crotch. The wind at the top was, well, outstanding; I had a couple of visions of sailing over the edge and down a 1000 feet to Hyalite Lake.

Squaw Creek Divide map This is a great hike that doesn’t appear on hardly any guide books or websites. Maybe that’s a good thing, in that we had the trail to ourselves. The sun and snow made for some good sunburns, just ask my arms and Vida’s back. There are an absolutely ton of switchbacks as you ascend into the basin. The distance and elevation gain makes this one a good challenge while completely enjoyable.

Vida on top Sweets and me Graceful sliding
Hyalite Basin
Looking over at the Madison Range
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We started the morning in inky blackness as we rolled down the highway in my little blue pickup. No stereo, no power windows, just a stripped-down birding vehicle. This hunk of metal would be our constant companion for the next 5 days. We chatted with excitement about the upcoming birds and places that we were to visit on this epic 2,100 mile circumnavigation of Montana.

Highway WhitetailToday, we were heading to Warm Springs, through the Bighole and Bitterroot Valleys, then inwards in the dark to Glacier National Park. The first stop at Warm Springs was full of a great cast of characters, actors in the June play of Montana. The willows were full of Gray Catbirds, Yellow Warblers, and load, I mean obscenely loud, Northern Waterthrushes. Willow Flycatchers and Western Wood-Pewees flitted from branch to branch.

As morning wore on, we headed along a seldom-used highway to the Bighole Valley. Elk, Pronghorn, and deer appeared like shadows in the mist. A lonely Sandhill Crane stalked a dew-ladened meadow as we passed.

The Bighole Valley was the site to one of Chief Joseph’s battles with US Cavalry troops as he guided his people on their ill-fated attempt for freedom. It is difficult for me to reconcile this bit of history in my mind. People being denied their freedom because of their race, and what makes me think that I am that free now? I am grateful to be liberated enough to venture to this place, breath its air, and hear its song. The Bighole was wonderfully flooded and Sandhill Cranes abounded. Many of ephemrel ponds were inhabited by Killdeer and Wilson’s Phalaropes. Sage Thrashers and Vesper Sparrows perched along the road as we leisurely floated across the valley floor as June warmth descended.

June in the Bighole

Bitterroot Range from Lee Metcalf NWR Ascending Chief Joseph Pass, we came across Stellar Jays and Clark’s Nutcrackers before we began the downward climb into the Bitterroot Valley. A magnificent Pileated Woodpecker glided across the road in a moment of time that seemed to last for hours. This bird has always had an air of superiority to my reckoning – it knows that it is the big guy in these cottonwood bottoms. The gray strip of an sea of green is our highway as we navigate northward as if guided by Polaris. Bobolinks and Western Meadowlarks flew over the fields of alfalfa and sweet clover. The Lee Metcalf Refuge greeted us with Lewis’s Woodpecker, Pygmy Nuthatch, and Vaux’s Swifts. Visiting this place again after so many years was a homecoming of sorts. Remembrances of warm days spent here and the birds that I saw flowed from the deep recesses of my mind.

From the Bitterroot, we made our way over to Kim Williams Trail near Missoula where we were treated to incredible looks at a male Nashville Warbler. We dipped on the Carolina Wren, which looks like it has either stop singing or moved on – the lack of a mate and all. Poor guy has been singing his heart for no one either than a handful of wild-eyed Montana birders.

Dragonfly We had a hearty dinner with my father and his wonderful wife. We talked, drank Dragons Breath, and stuffed beef stew into our maws as Eurasian Collared-Doves cooed and a male Bullock’s Oriole carried on, hidden somewhere in the thick maple treetops. After dinner, we went out for our first grail target bird, Flammulated Owl. Driving along the darkening logging roads, two Great Horned Owl fledglings hopped along the forest floor as Common Nighthawks swooped overhead. Pacific Chorus Frogs were in, well, chorus down below. They provided an eerie din of sound as the night curtain fall ever so slowly. I pulled into a hopeful area, and as we listened, we were greeted with a resounding “What the Hell!”. We quickly drove off as there are plenty of people up in these hills that can take a gunslinger mentality. So, we dipped on the Flamm. Like the Rolling Stones said, “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes.”

We arrived at the Fish Creek Campground in Glacier at around 1 AM. In a couple of hours, we would be treated to one of my most thrilling birding days.

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Almost every year for the past few years, Sam and I have undertaken a Big Day in Montana. We have amassed totals of 192 species in a day (which unofficially ties the current record), and raced across the vastness that is this state. These days have been adrenalin-fueled races that were accompanied by hallucinogenic, sleep-deprived bouts of terror and ecstasy.

This year, we decided to do something different; we are going undertake a 5-day, 1600 mile Big Loop. The idea of the Big Loop is to truly bird as much territory as possible without racing. The goals are to see a number of species (hopefully more than 200) and to enjoy our time in the field. As you can see from the map below, we will visiting a variety of areas and habitats.

I will be writing updates (by hand) on the road, but I will updating through Twitter and Facebook. Party on!

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