This afternoon, I joined the Stanford Birdwatching Club for a walk around Lake Lagunita, right here on campus. A camera, some sunshine, and a group of people happy to stop and look into the trees: a very pleasant addition to my Stanford routine. The birds had their own plans, of course. We simply tried to keep up.
Birdwatching gives an ordinary patch of greenery a surprising amount of depth. A small movement becomes a chickadee; a moment later, the same bird is hanging at an improbable angle among the branches. Looking through these photographs, I especially like the contrast between all that busy foliage and the tiny faces peering out of it. The chickadees make staying still look terribly overrated.
Lower down, a White-crowned Sparrow wore a wonderfully neat set of head stripes, a California Towhee blended into the fallen leaves, and a Dark-eyed Junco offered the camera a rather dignified back view. It is a useful reminder for a photographer: being interested in a bird does not oblige the bird to be interested in you.
The Yellow-rumped Warblers added little flashes of yellow to the afternoon. These birds show the yellow throat associated with the western Audubon’s form, along with bright patches on their sides. One photograph even catches the yellow rump that gives the species its name. A helpful naming system, once the bird agrees to show the relevant part.
The tree trunks had their own occupants. A Nuttall’s Woodpecker brought black-and-white patterning and a splash of red, while a Brown Creeper seemed almost to merge with the bark. Higher in the branches, a hawk gave us a much larger subject. It looks most like a Red-tailed Hawk, although the partly hidden view leaves that identification tentative. Its relaxed pose, at least, needs no further verification.
Our birdwatching afternoon also came with two guests who had skipped the wings entirely: a Coyote in the dry grass and a Mule Deer looking back through the stems. Both fit so neatly into the colours of the landscape that the photographs feel like small discoveries all over again. Apparently, joining a birdwatching walk can be a very good way to meet the rest of the neighbourhood too.
Hoover Tower made it into the camera as well, keeping a familiar place in an afternoon full of new names. I came away with photographs, a little more practice at looking, and a lovely new reason to spend time outdoors with other people. Lake Lagunita is already on campus; I suspect I will now find considerably more excuses to go back.