Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Eleven white swans rested briefly at Bennington Lake on a misty Sunday afternoon (Dec. 9).
I thought they were snow geese.
A day later, I did see snow geese, about 5,293, at the pond behind the McNary National Wildlife Refuge Headquarters in Burbank.
And those are not December’s only dazzling highlights for Darlene, Nora the Schnauzer and me.
On the way to Burbank, we stopped at the Whitman Mission, where Nora and I took a stroll and watched colorful waxwings gobble red berries in a tree.
Bohemian waxwings sometimes gobble fermented berries and become tipsy.
So I’ve heard.
Then, after ogling the boggling swarm of snow geese, we motored on down to the nature area ponds below McNary Dam. As we hurried to the one-holers, Darlene spotted a domestic-looking goose on one pond. A later Google search revealed it as a Greylag from Europe.
While Nora and I watched the goose and waited for Darlene at the one-holers, four otters crossed from one pond to the other.
Nora saw them but wisely stood her ground.
This stunning excitement came after we drove during the previous week to McKay Creek near Pendleton to look for elk on the canyon sides and to Heller Bar, on the Snake River, and Joseph Creek Canyon to look for Big Horn Sheep.
Alas, we saw no elk at McKay Creek, and the high canyons remained free of snow. We did see several raptors, however, a few song birds and a ton of pheasants along Shaw Road, near the Ellis Hunting Ranch.
We also saw a few mule deer high on the canyons and caught glimpses of whitetails in thickets along the creek. We counted 53 wild turkeys along the North Fork McKay Creek Road.
We enjoyed the usual dazzling lower Snake River scenery, of course, but we didn’t see many critters. I slid to a stop once to photograph a heron in the mist by the river, and Nora and I spent almost an hour re-visiting the ancient Native American petroglyphs at Buffalo Eddy, about 15 paved-road miles upriver from Asotin.
We saw several boats with steelhead anglers back-trolling the high-water riffles of the Snake and fly-fishing on the swollen Grande Ronde.
We passed the bar and I stopped along the Grande Ronde River to snap another heron standing stoically on a stone.
We continued a few miles up the road and along Joseph Creek, to the Chief Joseph Wildlife Area. We did not see any wild sheep.
And, of course, I treated Darlene to daily dinners, one at the Paraiso Vallarta in Clarkston and one at Subway in Mission. I even bought chocolate-chip cookies and coffee at a store in Umatilla Heights.
Nora, of course, dined on kibbles, canine food from a can and Lean Treats.
It’s amazing how much fun you can have in December — and Christmas is yet to come.
Contact Don Davis at firstname.lastname@example.org. More of Don’s photos can be found online at www.tripper.smugmug.com .