{"id":71302,"date":"2021-05-31T22:30:00","date_gmt":"2021-06-01T06:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/sports\/on-the-trails-hither-and-yon-in-late-may\/"},"modified":"2021-06-01T15:55:54","modified_gmt":"2021-06-01T23:55:54","slug":"on-the-trails-hither-and-yon-in-late-may","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/news\/on-the-trails-hither-and-yon-in-late-may\/","title":{"rendered":"On the Trails: Hither and yon in late May"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t
By Mary F. Willson <\/strong><\/ins><\/p>\n\t\t\t\t For the Juneau Empire <\/em><\/ins><\/p>\n\t\t\t\t As readers of these essays know, I like to take a walk every day, just to see what I can see (or hear). I’m seldom disappointed. Here is a sampling of my recent observations.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t A visit to the area around Moose Lake yielded not only singing waterthrushes, but also Wilson’s warblers and a yellow warbler. Robins were conducting a shouting match, so it was often hard to hear anyone else. Warbling vireos were singing their husky song from the willow\/alder thickets along the old dike trail.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t This little vireo is among the plainest of songbirds — no flashes of colorful feathers, no bright head-stripes, just shades of gray. Quite a contrast to the American redstarts that are often seen in this area in late spring—the unmistakable adult males dressed in black and red-orange on body, tail, and wings. Young males in their first and second summers look a lot like females; the big colorful tail patches are yellow instead of the red-orange of adult males. These young males are capable of breeding; for some reason, they just haven’t got the mature plumage yet, and they are generally not as successful in attracting a mate as the more colorful full-adult males are. Redstarts are often socially monogamous, but polygyny is not uncommon and philandering by both sexes is reported to be a regular occurrence.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t Some cobble-hobbling in intertidal areas on the very low tides found many of the same beasties that we saw in April, although the relative abundances were different and we found a few new things. Half-buried in mud between rocks were a couple of rock crabs, whose hefty front claws can deliver a mighty pinch. Lurking at the water’s edge, a few small, bright red, king crab juveniles were scrambling over the rocks; they take five or six years to reach maturity.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t