Critters

Red Tailed Hawk

I asked GROK why the tail isn’t red in my photo. This was the answer:

The tail isn’t red because this is almost certainly a juvenile (immature) Red-tailed Hawk.

Why Juveniles Lack the Red Tail

Age-related plumage: Red-tailed Hawks do not acquire their signature brick-red tail until they are about 1–2 years old, during their first major molt into adult plumage. Juveniles (first-year birds) have brown tails with multiple dark horizontal bars/bands.
In your photo (taken from below while soaring), the tail shows this typical juvenile pattern — brownish with barring — rather than the solid or mostly rufous/red color of adults.

This is one of the most reliable ways to age them in the field. Adults usually show a bright reddish tail from above (and often a paler reddish tone from below), though lighting, angle, and subspecies can affect how vivid it appears.

Photo information:

  • Camera – Canon EOS Rebel SL3,
  • Exposure – 1/400 sec.,
  • Aperture – F7.1,
  • ISO – 100,
  • Focal Length – 155mm,
  • Lens – Canon EF-S55-250mm f/4-5.6 IS STM.

Cinco de Mayo

We enjoyed mini tacos after our trip today in honor of the Cinco de Mayo day. Click here.

We are having a comparatively light duty week as compared to the first quarter of the year. We did have an appointment with the Nephrologist down in Surprise today, which is the first of two such visits to the valley suburbs this week. The next one will be on Friday with the radiation therapy team. More about those later.

The trip today was without incident and we were back home before 1 pm even though we shopped at Safeway in town before home. Lots of puffy clouds today. Verna kept the camera going, but nothing worthy of note to post here.

I did get a nice photo of a Black Chinned Hummingbird during my morning walk. Click to enlarge.

Cabela 2008-2026

Just short of her 18th birthday (in August), Cabela crossed over the Rainbow Bridge this morning to be with all the other frolicking denizens of the other place. She passed peacefully in her sleep while napping on the loveseat sofa.

We’re already missing her.

There are a lot of posts referencing her in our weblogs and some photos of her from her stay with us in the past several years. Click here and here

Happy frolicking, little one . . .

Candid Critters

Here’s a trio of shots taken in the last couple of days:

First, the squirrels seem to like the peanuts (not indigenous to AZ) we toss their way.

Cardinals are quite visible in the desert. This guy was singing to his mate a while back from the top of a nearby utility pole. It looked like a red whistle way up yonder.

This Collared Dove is the third most frequently seen of the doves that visit; first the Mourning Doves and then the White-Winged Doves followed by the Collared.

30 Apr 2026: Squirrel and another Peanut:

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Spring Cactus Wren Activity

During my morning stroll with the camera, I walked behind the big RV to check stuff out on that side. Lo and behold, a cactus wren was perched just above the back wall on one of the cholla there. I got this photo before it flew away. It and another (several 3-4?) were tending to both cactus wren nests they have established there.

I continued my walk over the usual places I go in the mornings and when I looked back toward the cholla, a couple of wrens were on the top nest with strings and feathers, ostensibly to embellish the nests for the coming spring. Yes, that is dental floss being used for some of the nest material. We recycle ours in the backyard explicitly for this sort of purpose.

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Thrasher and Peanut

We get a lot of these Curve-Billed Thrashers in and around the yard. Today, this bird found a peanut that I threw out for whomever wanted it. The bird took it after this photo and delivered it to wherever. Love the wildlife here.

The curve-billed thrasher (Toxostoma curvirostre) is a medium-sized desert bird common in the Sonoran and other southwestern deserts, including around towns like Wickenburg and Phoenix. It’s mostly gray-brown with a long down-curved black bill and bright yellow-orange eyes, and has faint round spots on its underparts. They forage on the ground, flipping leaf litter and digging with their bills for insects, fruit, and seeds. Their distinctive call is a loud, whistled “whit-wheet” that’s often heard in desert brush and suburban yards. These thrashers readily use cholla and other native cacti for nesting and adapt well to human-modified landscapes with desert vegetation.

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