
- The winning caption was submitted by our clever Canadian friend Rondeau Ric.
Though I have to admit that the judging committee liked several others, including:
and...

Though I have to admit that the judging committee liked several others, including:
and...
Look closely at this bird. Notice anything missing? This is a male American goldfinch in summer/breeding plumage. Bright yellow body, black wings and tail...
This is the male American goldfinch we call Half-cap. He's been around our farm for more than a year. We're not sure why he has just half a black cap. Was it some genetic abnormality? Is he half female? Was he injured on his head at some point in his life?
Whatever the reason, he seems to be otherwise normal and enjoys all the things goldfinches do—sing, chatter, visit the feeders, fly around the valley in noisy, undulating flocks.
If you've never been to North Dakota on a birding trip this post will give you a taste of just some of the birds we see. Things like Virginia rail (above) and sharp-tailed grouse (below).
Male yellow-headed blackbirds sing their retching songs from every slough.
And drake blue-winged teal forage and float on flooded fields.
Marsh wrens send their chatter-scolds across the cattails, the sound often swept away by the swift prairie wind.
A shelter belt near an old farmstead might be the home of a pair of nesting Say's phoebes.
And American bitterns are fairly easy to see among the potholes in the coteau.
Where they make amazing pies for their hungry customers.
Rhubarb pie is my favorite. I can already taste it!
I visited Israel in November of 2011 for a week of birding and I have to say it was an amazing experience with a super-abundance of birds.
We watched birds in a variety of habitats, including fish ponds on aquaculture farms, where the fish farmers set aside certain ponds for the birds to use. The Hula Valley is like a green, water-rich oasis sitting at the top of a natural migration corridor (the Rift Valley) surrounded by desert. Millions of birds pass through the Hula in spring and fall.
We got out in the field before dawn to watch the common cranes take off to spend the day foraging in the surrounding agricultural fields. And we returned at night to watch them again. The word "spectacle" doesn't quite do the scene justice.
We also birded in remote areas along Israel's borders, where the presence of minefields keeps vast tracts of habitat wild and inhabited only by birds and beasts.


In a bit more than a week the family and I will be back in North Dakota at the Potholes & Prairie Birding Festival based in Carrington, ND. Every day out there we'll see the sky sliced by chevrons of American white pelicans.

Phoebe and Liam love coming with us on our prairie rambles. Nothing but grass and big sky. And smiles and hugs.
And a bit of music played at Ann & Ernie's place, near Pipestem Creek.
If you look carefully you can find some prairie smoke in bloom.
You can wander through and old homestead and image the lives that were lived there.
And you can watch the sun go down over the western horizon, seemingly just over yonder and a thousand miles away all at once.
The coteau region of North Dakota has called us to it for a decade now. It's a wide open place, where your mind sneaks out of your head and stretches itself in the prairie sunshine. The worries of the world seem so far away, and why not? It's the middle of nowhere, but farther along.