This morning, I met Geoff Stacks at Dahlia Hollow Park in
Cherry Hills Village (Arapahoe Co.) to bird the High Line Canal Trail. In January,
the portion of the trail between the park and a small marsh proved birdy. It
provided a Hermit Thrush, White-throated Sparrow, and Pygmy Nuthatches for the
Denver (Urban) CBC. To others, but never me, it offered a Pine Warbler. Gregg
Goodrich first spotted that bird on December 29 and Bez Bezuidenhout confirmed
it with a good photo on the 31st. As far as I know (from eBird), the
White-throated Sparrow and Pine Warbler were last seen on January 6.
Presumably, the good people who've been maintaining a feeder in this area have
been seeing both birds regularly, as, it turns out, these two birds are still
around.
Geoff and I arrived around 7:30 and found the area overwhelming. Singing Spotted Towhees greeted us. We followed the sound of chipping Song Sparrows to two active juncos to the song of the White-throated Sparrow. The bird didn't quite have its full song down, but it's getting there. We struggled to actually see the bird -- which felt necessary, since it was a lifer for Geoff. The song went from brush in front of us to brush behind us. As it did, a large cottonwood behind the canal filled with Red-breasted Nuthatches, American Goldfinches, a Brown Creeper, and then, briefly, the Pine Warbler. I got a bad look and Geoff got some bad pictures. Neither of us was sure of what we saw and, as this was another lifer for Geoff and a state bird for me, we carried on looking for it.
As we did, the White-throated Sparrow showed, hopping up a small tree to find a perch to sing from. Geoff got his look. And then the Pine Warbler reappeared briefly, taking a perch in the open before diving into brush. Another brief and unsatisfying look. We spotted the two juncos there, but lost the warbler. Off scene, a flicker and White-breasted Nuthatch called. I thought I heard a Cooper's Hawk too.
We'd eventually get a good look at the warbler, which took a perch over the
canal for 30 seconds or so before disappearing again. Satisfied, we walked down
to the marsh to look for the Hermit Thrush. There, it was calling and
invisible. But flying from one end of the marsh to the other and taking a good
perch itself, the thrush led us to two active Mountain Chickadees and a flock
of a dozen or so Bushtits.
We spent about an hour around the canal. Our list tallied 15 or so species of birds, but it felt like twice that.