Grasslands National Park is one of the quietest places in North America. The peace and beauty of this place for the past three and a half days has been wonderful. I am staying at The Crossing at Grasslands, which is adjacent to the park. Here is the view from my balcony. The other direction overlooks a little pond with ducks and Wilson’s Phalaropes.
My most important target bird here was Baird’s Sparrow, so I looked up the locations within the park where it had been reported in eBird. On Monday morning, I headed to the closest of those locations, the road to Two Trees. I heard it singing as I slowly drove the road, so I got a recording, but I wanted to see the little sparrow. However, I felt intimidated by the huge grassy area with no landmarks and even with my scope, I could not find the bird. Plus, I was distracted by the mosquitoes that swarmed all around. I figured it might just have to join Black Rail on my life list as a heard-only bird. I continued with my day and the ecotour drive.
The next morning, I was more determined and confident about finding the Baird’s Sparrow. I decided that it made the most sense to go back to where I had heard it. It had to be there and it was close to where I was staying. I went back to the road before breakfast to look for the sparrow. Again, I heard it. And, then I saw it. I got a good look with the scope and then slowly walked into the field a few feet at a time. The sparrow flitted from one bunch of grass to another, but I was able to keep track of him. Finding my own Baird’s Sparrow was one of the highlights of my birding life and I will never forget that beautiful morning on the prairie.
Baird’s Sparrow
The rest of my time here is a jumble of birds and other wildlife, quiet and solitude, peace, and gorgeous scenery. I was frequently alone on hikes or at stops along the roads. But, when I have met others, everyone has been exceptionally friendly. If birding can be a vacation, this is it.
I certainly was getting practice with common sparrows, like Vesper. They were so numerous in spots that I worried I would hit one with the car. Like the pretty little Horned Larks, they like to hop down the road in front of the car, staying just a few feet ahead.
Vesper Sparrow
Black-tailed prairie dogs were fun to see and I counted at least 30 at the dog town. While their conservation is secure in the U.S., they are threatened in Canada and the government is taking steps to protect them.
Black-tailed prairie dog
I was also pleased to see a couple of beautiful Chestnut-collared Longspurs on the ecotour drive.
Chestnut-collared Longspur
Eastern Kingbirds are everywhere; they are much more abundant here than at home. This morning, I even had a pair on my windowsill. A Western Kingbird was the first bird that I saw after I crossed the border, but I have seen very few since then.
Eastern Kingbird
Swainson’s Hawks are fairly common here, too, and surprisingly they do not always flush from fence posts when I stop.
Swainson’s Hawk
And, a flight shot.
Swainson’s Hawk
Sharp-tailed Grouse seem to be easy to find. Here is the second or third that I’ve seen so far on this trip.
Sharp-tailed Grouse (female)
It has been wonderful to have a few days to relax and be a little lazy after pushing so hard at the start of the trip. I had hoped to find Sprague’s Pipit and McCown’s Longspur here, too, but it wasn’t meant to be. The longspur doesn’t appear to be as common as I’d hoped and I think that the pipit could turn into a nemesis bird for me. The combination of my poor vision and hearing and desire to actually SEE the bird, field marks and all, before counting it makes it challenging. However, I have more opportunities for both still on this trip.
Tomorrow I head to another Canada park, Cypress Hills Provincial Park.
Birding for Life 