The Birds of Lake Mead
Chirp, caw, quack, squawk, squeak, coo are parts of the cacophony of sounds performed in winter at the edge of the inland sea along the constantly receding shoreline in what is called the riparian zone of Lake Mead.
Lake Mead, which you may recall is the body of water formed with the construction of Hoover Dam, happens to be just down the road from Boulder City and is right along the great Pacific Flyway, the West’s migratory avian freeway. Having Lake Mead is like having easy freeway access to Disneyland: if you’re a bird, of course your going to stop.
And winter through spring is a great time to watch the birds. The crowds of people are gone. Grab a map and pick a spot. Swans, eagles, ducks, geese, buzzards, and crows. Cormorants, ibis, Peregrine falcons, blackbirds and quail. Red Heads, coots and pelicans in great floating flocks float and fly by even the most casual of adventurers.
— Alan Goya
Photos by GOYAphotography
