Point Holmes Gull

Well, it may be elementary to Sherlock Holmes, but the identification of this Point Holmes gull has me baffled. This bird was photographed on the afternoon of 29 December 2016 at Point Holmes, Comox, Vancouver Island, BC, Canada. My initial impression in the field was perhaps something along the Glaucous-winged x Herring Gull spectrum, but I’ve never seen a greater covert pattern like this on that combo. In fact, the strikingly pale greater coverts and checkered median coverts reminded me of young Slaty-backed Gulls I’ve seen, though I’ve never seen a Slaty-backed that looked like this guy. That’s not saying much, as I don’t think I’ve ever seen any gull that looks quite like this guy. However, for comparison’s sake, compare the bird below to Figure 15 on the Birds Korea website here. I don’t have time to delve into a deeper analysis at this point, so for the time being am just including the photos below and hoping for some informed thoughts or opinions. Comments on this gull greatly appreciated.

 

I’ll have a Bluetail Christmas

 Story

(Skip this section for tips that may aid in relocating the bluetail)

The Christmas Bird Count has done it again. It has turned up an amazing rarity in an otherwise unproductive stretch of habitat that might not have been checked if it weren’t for the quest to count every Golden-crowned Kinglet or Spotted Towhee in the area. Last year it was the Victoria and Ladner CBCs (Redwing and Siberian Accentor respectively). This time it was the Comox CBC. The Comox CBC is the count I’m most fond of, being the CBC of my youth, though I’m sorry to say I haven’t been able to participate in it for many years. It was the result of the Comox CBC that I got my lifer King Eider back in 1998, and now the result of the Comox CBC that I saw my second Red-flanked Bluetail in the province (out of the 2 records ever), and more importantly to me, my first in the Comox Valley.

On December 22nd Shane Tillapaugh saw a strange bird that he was unfamiliar with. A bird he would later determine was most likely a Red-flanked Bluetail. Attempts to verify the identification were unsuccessful, at least until today, December 29th. Today was the day of another Christmas Bird Count. That of the Little River route, which involves riding a BC Ferry from Comox to Powell River and back. The problem with BC Ferries, as is known by all island residents, is that they are prone to be cancelled at inopportune moments. Today, strong winds caused the morning runs to be cancelled, leaving those count participants high and dry (or rather low and wet). I wasn’t planning on doing the count, not being able to devote a whole day to the effort, but about 11 am I got a call from Art Martell stating that the count was cancelled, and asking if I wanted to give the bluetail search another go. I said yes, and at 12 pm I arrived at the Lazo Wildlife Park. Upon meeting Art he informed me of the ferry cancellation, and that several birders from down island might be swinging by. I looked up to see several birders walking out across the field and exclaimed “Speak of the devil”, to which Art got excited thinking I’d spotted the bird. Not quite as exciting, but almost, were Guy Monty, Mark “Winking” Wynja, and Dave Baird. After spending some time catching up with old and new friends and not catching up with Asian vagrants we stopped to chat while overlooking the fields when Guy suddenly said something like “Guys, this looks reeaaallllyy interesting”. Up at the top of a tree was a chat of a different sort, a small, flycatcher-esque bird pumping its tail constantly. It was only up for a second before diving towards the ground. Between the five of us we’d seen much to convince us it was the bluetail, but looks were fleeting for all. A thorough search of where the bird had dropped was fruitless. Some frantic moments proceeded. At one point a Red-flanked Bluetail call was produced from Xeno-canto, but it elicited no response. Our group dispersed. I headed back towards the start of the trail and met up with Dave. All of a sudden we could hear the call. Was someone playing a tape again? A quick scan showed that nobody was, and the call was coming from the base of a cedar tree. I spotted the bird flitting low in the cedar and thought for sure this time we’d nail good looks. My views again were brief, but diagnostic. I got my camera out. And…the bird disappeared. We had the tree surrounded, and nobody saw it leave. Eventually a signal from Dave and Art got us all moving down trail again as they had refound it, but I didn’t manage to catch up with the bird. Another agonizing period of nothing. We dispersed again. The bird called again, but this time from the wilderness area on the other side of the park. An area with impenetrable bush, marsh, and no trails. It would not come out again during our stay.

Tips for Relocating the Bird

Of the two bluetails I’ve seen in BC, and the multitude I’ve seen in East and South-east Asia, this one was by far the most skulky, shy, infuriating bluetail I’ve ever encountered. I think that chances are high that the bird will remain in the area, at least for a while. The New Westminster bird stayed into March. Like the New West bird, this one is a female/immature. However, unlike the previous record, this bird is extremely difficult to see. In addition, multiple attempts before today were unsuccessful. The bird may have a route, and both sightings so far have been mid-day. Today the bird was present from roughly 12:40 until ~2, though missing for large portions of that time. The area it was in is along a corridor of mostly coniferous trees. There is about a 2 m, sloping drop-off along the northern edge of this corridor, and as a result the ground is not visible when viewing from the upslope side. It was potentially due to this that the bird escaped our gazes twice. The fact that the bird flew into the top of a tree when first found potentially suggests that it arrived from somewhere a bit further afield, such as the wilderness area on the other side of the park. Any observers coming to search for the bird should come with high hopes and low expectations. Having said that, is is quite possible that with more observers out searching a more refined search pattern will be revealed. To aid with the search, I’m including a couple figures below.

Good luck one and all.

Lazo Wildlife Park in its relation to other landmarks of the Comox Valley. Note that this is near to the Comox Airport/Air Force Base.

To get to the Lazo Wildlife Park (not to be confused with Lazo Marsh), make your way to Comox and get on to Lazo Road and head towards an area called Point Holmes. From there turn onto Sand Pines Drive. Follow until you get to this T-junction.

Turn left at this sign to head towards the Lazo Wildlife Park

Turn left and follow to the end of Sand Pines Drive. Don’t turn onto Sand Pines Crescent, as there is no access to the park from that road. At the end of Sand Pines Drive you come to this cul-de-sac-like parking lot.

This dead-end/parking lot signals that you have arrived at the Lazo Wildlife Bluetail Park. The main path is straight (past the metal gate), and the trees to the right of this path begin the corridor where the bluetail was seen. The woods off to the left are where it was last heard calling on Dec. 29th.

Park here and head out to look for the bird. Directly in front of you is a field-like area with the main trail. On the left is the wilderness area. On the right is a row of trees and beyond that agricultural fields. This figure shows the locations along this row where the bird was seen today, the 29th.

The row of trees where the bird was located on December 29th. Near the beginning of the row of trees is where the original sighting took place, and where I had my best of 2 views (though still frustratingly brief), and where the bird was heard calling. The bluetail is probably most likely to be seen or relocated along this corridor of trees. The wilderness area it was last heard in is extensive, has no good access, and is potentially where this bird is spending a portion of its time.

Towers of Pain

OK, it’s not an exact translation, but “Towers of Pain” is perhaps a more fitting moniker than the actual name: Torres del Paine.  Torres del Paine, Chile’s most visited national park, is accessed from the touristy, yet quaint, town of Puerto Natales.  The “pains” can be physical, emotional, and not least, financial. Apparently the tour companies and national park system know that they can charge a lot for this park, and they do.  Back in 2009 my wife and I attempted to conquer the pain, and after stocking up on food, ditching unnecessary weight at the hostel, and taking the 2.5 hour bus ride to the park entrance where we paid the exorbitant entrance fee, we were given 2 injurious options.  Pay more money to take a bus or boat to the start of the trail, or hike all our stuff for 6 hours before getting to the official trailhead.  Not feeling that particular spring in our step, we chose the former option.

Torres del Paine is a huge park, but most hikers choose to trek the popular ¨W¨route, so named because of the shape of the trail network.  A feigned security is had by the registration process at the entrance, where you must detail your itinerary so that if you wander off the trail and die, some ranger will eventually find you.  In reality, there is no check-out procedure, and everyone who has ever wandered off and died has never been found.  Judging by the number of Andean Condors circling around, this might happen more than admitted……

The park hosts some of the most spectacular mountain scenery in the world.  Jagged spires of rock (the Torres) juxtapose themselves against a dynamic skyscape of grey, blue and white.  Below the snow and humbled, windswept trees lay peaceful emerald lakes.But there is malevolence in this beauty. It is manifested in the air, whirling about in the very essence of existence. No, this is no ordinary wind. It is a massive, self-perpetuating wall that howls through every crack and crevice of your soul.  There is no humanly way of describing this demonic zephyr. Fueled by cold air slipping off one of the largest chunks of ice this side of Antarctica, this wind pummels everything in its path.  Entire puddles are relocated, and one has to be constantly aware of marble-sized rocks being lifted off the path and hurdled through the air, stopping only when the wind ceases (which it never does), or when they embed themselves in some object (such as your head).  In all seriousness, most of the fatalities in the park occur when some camera-touting tourist stands on a rock to get a shot of the incredible scenery, and is flung off into the wild yonder by an unexpected gust. Despite the seven-plus years since our visit, Torres del Paine remains the only place on Earth I have ever witnessed a waterfall being blown back uphill, like an ancient army in retreat from a losing battle.

Despite the wind, the cold, and the exhaustion, we spent three nights in the park, covering only the western half of the ¨W¨, so I guess we did the ¨V¨.  Animals were few and far between (probably only the most bottom-heavy were saved from being blown to Antarctica), but we saw hundreds of Guanacos (camel-like mammals that are the ancestors of the domesticated llamas and alpacas) on the way into the park, a few Lesser Rheas (a large, flightless, Ostrich-like bird), and an occasional passerine. Full bird species lists for the days we spent in the park can be found at eBird links here, here, here, and here (this was my pre-eBird days so some lists include species seen outside the park). However, in this frigid landscape wildlife seems almost an afterthought. A mere  reminder that life can cling on in adverse conditions, however precarious the toehold.

It is precisely when the elements are stacked so strongly against human occupation that humanity shines so brilliantly through, like rays of light dancing between wisps of clouds and across the stratified torres themselves. Signs of humanity can be grandiose, or they can be subtle. Sometimes as subtle as a new friend, made only days prior, popping out of nowhere with a quizzical “Hey guys, want a cracker?” And not just a plain cracker either, but one laced with a touch of home itself in the form of regionally rare peanut butter. It is perhaps only in this mosaic of inhospitable starkness and stunning beauty,  granitic hostility and welcoming embrace that one can truly transcend the towers of pain to realize the grand tranquility within.

Darth Vagrant

Is it just me (or the marketing departments of Disney/Lucasfilm) or does the shape of a Redwing head when seen head-on look remarkably like Darth Vader’s mask?

 

Here’s the full photo.

“Look, I am your feather”

If this bird has been lured to the dark side, it could explain why it evaded a fleet of birders today (Dec. 20) who sought to capture it…on their lists. Hopefully it hasn’t punched it into flight-speed and is still hanging around the neighbourhood somewhere.  May the force be with you, and text me if you refind it!

Seeing Redwing

*This entry has 2 parts. Part 1 has the background story, Part 2 has directions and photos. You can skip Part 1 if you’re in a hurry or just don’t care.*

Part 1

In March 2014 I received devastating news. It was a photo of a Redwing, seen in my neighbourhood. The devastation came when I looked at the date the photo was taken. December 16, 2013, fully three months earlier. Birders went to check out the area, just in case it was still present, but the bird was never seen again. The good news from a provincial standpoint was that since the bird was photographed it still represented the first record for British Columbia. The record sailed through the BC Bird Records Committee fairly easily, with only mild grumbling that nobody knew about it at the time. For me, it was more personal than that. The bird was on my turf, at a hotspot that I discovered when I first moved into the neighbourhood, was only a few hundred metres from my yard as the thrush flies (though there’s a hill between my yard and the location, so it’s not even remotely visible), and it would’ve been a lifer. I’d seen 26 species of Turdus thrush, but all I could think of was the one that got away. That thrush had haunted me every single time I walked around the neighbourhood, and I’ve painstakingly looked through what must be thousands of American Robins in the intervening years.

On Friday my wound was re-opened when I checked out Bruce Mactavish’s excellent blog over at http://brucemactavish1.blogspot.ca/. On December 16 (the anniversary of the BC Redwing) Bruce posted about the absence of Redwing in Newfoundland the past few winters, and the hoped for arrival of Euro Turds (the European Turdus thrushes, though Eurasian Turd is probably more correct from a west coast perspective, it doesn’t have the same ring to it) this winter owing to an excellent crop of “Dogberry” (Newfie for Mountain Ash) and favourable winds over the Atlantic. I spent 6 weeks on a rickety boat on the Atlantic with Bruce a couple summers back, but somehow he failed to introduce me to the term “Euro Turd” during those weeks at sea; I’m now glad to add it to my birding slang.

Fast forward to today, December 19, 2015. The day of the Victoria Christmas Bird Count. I spent much of the past week comatose in bed, brooding what has been by all accounts a miserable cold. The weather forecast for count day was, as usual, calling for rain and wind, and the thought of being sick, cold, and wet didn’t sound very appealing. I woke up about 7 am and strongly considered not getting up. I was still undecided when the phone rang and the count area-coordinator asked where and when my team should meet me. I reluctantly dragged myself up, downed some Dayquil, and headed out for what I decided would be just a few hours of counting. Around the north side of Panama Flats we encountered our first small groups of American Robins and I again recounted the sad tale of the Redwing that got away, and why it was always important to check through robin flocks.

Several hours later and the urge to see birds exceeded my desire to crawl back into bed. I explained that just up ahead was our only chance to find California Quail in our designated count area. As if on cue, one called. Bingo. I don’t know exactly what are area boundaries are, but we’ll just go as far as a vacant lot that has a lot of potential I said. We arrived at the vacant lot to find it, well, vacant. Finally a Bewick’s Wren popped up. A couple minutes later and a few Pine Siskins called from the treetops. As I was trying to get a visual on them to search for Common Redpolls (this has been an excellent redpoll year on the coast), one team member, Mike Davis, said he had a Downy Woodpecker, but I couldn’t figure out which branch he was talking about, and since we’d already tallied a couple I gave up and started to look for the siskins again. Just then a bird shot past my view, and my heart rate instantly climbed as I noticed a flash of orange throughout the underwing coverts. My suspicion was confirmed when the bird landed nearby and I yelled out “REDWING!”. Mike chimed in and said something to the effect of “That’s the bird I was looking at”. As many birders know, there’s a huge difference between twitching a rarity and finding your own. This bird literally had my hands shaking, as I tried to soak up as much as I could, snap off some record digiscoped shots with my cell phone, and let others look in the scope too. Far too quickly the bird took off to the west, flying straight and rapid. In the direction it fled I found a bumper crop of Holly berries. Despite hanging around for a while to greet the many freshly arriving birders the bird didn’t seem to be coming back. Reluctantly I decided to finish off as much as I could of my count area. Luckily a few birders did manage to catch sight of the bird again, on both sides of the road, including in the holly bush we had been looking at!

To recap, this is almost the exact location and nearly to the day when a Redwing was discovered in 2013. Please see part 2 for more discussion.

Part 2

To assist birders who want to search for this bird, the following are some directions and my poor record shots of the bird. Opinions on the age of the bird are highly desired.

The bird was in a vacant lot on both sides of South Valley Drive in Victoria, BC. The house closest to these lots is 3940 S. Valley Dr. There is parking along the street here, though it is a densely-housed residential area (and fairly upscale), and birders are reminded, as always, to act responsibly, not to trespass in any yards, and just not be jerks in general. Vehicle traffic is generally light, and children playing, dog-walkers, etc. should be looked out for on the roads. Despite what Google Maps shows, South Valley Drive is now paved and connected right through the middle of this vacant lot. South Valley Drive can be accessed by car from 3 entry points off of Wilkinson Rd., or by foot from the end of Tulip Ave., Daffodil Ave., Chesterfield Rd., or Hatfield Rd.

The vacant lot on both sides of South Valley Drive where the Redwing was seen. It was first located on the east side, then flew over to the area where a fruiting holly was located on the west side. *Note that S. Valley is now paved right through this vacant lot, and the road is a through-way. Google maps has not yet been updated to reflect this.

General overview of area where Redwing is located

The Bird!

Due to the fact that the Redwing is in virtually the same location it was found in 2013, and nearly to the day (Dec. 16 vs. 19) of the previous record, I have been assuming it is the same individual. In the field I attempted to look for pale tips to the greater coverts, and didn’t notice any. I failed to register the tertials in my memory. In reviewing my terrible phonescoped record shots, there appears to be pale tips to several of the outer greater coverts and, more distinctly, white tips on the tertials. These are features of hatch-year/first-winter Redwings. If this is a first-winter bird, I do not have the mathematical prowess to even estimate what the chances would be of having two Redwings show up in the same location just two years apart. It must be astronomical though. For this reason, opinions are highly sought on the age of this bird based on my terrible photos. Hopefully the bird will stick around for lengthier viewing and better quality photos.

Oh, Canada

The word Canada is evocative.  It calls forth impressions of grandeur; tall, jagged mountain peaks, swaying grasslands, fathomless oceans, expansive snowscapes, and frigid glacial lakes. These impressive landscapes are home to some of the most charismatic and tenacious creatures ever to be described. These animals have helped shape this nation into what it is today; as sustenance for First Nations and later the settlers, as commodities in the form of pelts and hides, and as symbols of power and freedom.  From the Rocky Mountains’ mighty grizzly to the haunting cries of the Common Loon on the Great Lakes, and the great migrations of Caribou in the territories, there is scarcely a section of this country that does not conjure up some association with beast or bird. In recognition of this we feature animals on crests, logos, stamps, and on currency. In turn, many of these same animals have been officially branded Canadian in name.

Branta canadensis, ironically from Audubon’s “Birds of America”. Photo: Wikimedia Commons.

There are a few obvious examples. Canada Goose instantly springs to mind. Not the most regal of Canadian animals, it is known for its indiscriminate “fowling” of manicured lawns and city parks. We also have the Canada Lynx; that mysterious denizen of northern forests whose life-cycle is intertwined with that of the hare. Finally, there is the Canada Warbler; a songbird species whose breeding range is largely within the boreal forest of this country, and that also features prominently on the Bird Studies Canada logo.

While these few animals have “Canada” as part of their common name, many more include it in their scientific name with the specific epithet of canadensis. This comes from the words Canada, and the latin suffix “–ensis”, meaning of, or from, a place. Thus the scientific name for the Canada Goose, Branta canadensis, translates literally as “ A goose from Canada”. A search for organisms with the name canadensis turns up a lot of results from fish to plants, and invertebrates to mammals. We have claimed the Beaver, Elk, River Otter, Lynx, and Bighorn Sheep. All good, strong, emblematic animals of the Canadian wilderness. But, this blog is about birds. In that department we have a grouse (Spruce), nuthatch (Red-breasted), Jay (Gray), crane (Sandhill), a subspecies of Golden Eagle, and the aforementioned goose and warbler. And while I can think of other examples of birds that would be deserving of the name Canada, two that most definitely do not are the Black-crested Antshrike (Sakesphorus canadensis) and the Yellow-green Grosbeak (Caryothraustes canadensis).

Caryothraustes canadensis from “The Birds of British Guiana” by Charles Chubb, 1921. Image provided by the Biodiversity Heritage Library. http://www.biodiversitylibrary.org

These two species have ranges in northern South America, getting as close to Canada as Trinidad and Panama respectively. So, how on earth did we end up with the “Canada” Antshrike and the “Canada” Grosbeak? A typo, plain and simple. Both species should have been labelled “cayenensis”, referring to Cayenne (French Guiana); back in the day, the term “Cayenne” was often tossed at anything presumed to be from the Amazon basin (Jobling 2010).

Though we are thousands of miles from Amazonia, thanks to the rules of the International Code of Zoological Nomenclature, the first published name has priority, even in error. In this case, both species’ formal names are attributed to Linnaeus’s Systema naturae from 1766 (a volume that served as the starting point for all biological nomenclature before an earlier edition was chosen). I believe both species actually show up first in a similar work by Brisson in 1760. Either way, Linnaeus, whose volume gave rise to the nomenclatural system still in use today, or Brisson, whose volumes contained over 4000 pages, could both be forgiven for the odd typo or incorrect locality, especially given the scale of exploration and discovery during that time period (not to mention lack of automatic spell-check).  

Forgivable as the errors may be, nearly 250 years after these species were first described to science, Canada is still ingrained in the names of these decidedly tropical species. While Canada, by claim or virtue, is home to many grand and deserving denizens of the North, I can’t help but be a little disappointed to not be able to look out at my window and see a Black-crested Antshrike battling the nuthatches at my suet feeder, or a Yellow-green Grosbeak cavorting with jays through the treetops.

Black-crested Antshrike. A species I will never encounter on my local outings. Photo: Wikimedia Commons

 

Reference

Jobling, J.A. 2010. Helm Dictionary of Scientific Bird Names. Christopher Helm, London.

The Charm of Birds

Recently there has been a video making its way around the birding listserves. In it, a clip from the movie Downfall (German: Der Untergang) is shown wherein Hitler blasts into a tirade over news he’s lost the war. However, in this particular video, the subtitles have been changed to make it seem as though Der Fuhrer is furious about not finding Colorado’s first-record of Hoary Redpoll. This is just one of thousands of parody videos showing this same clip (see the Wikipedia page on it here), but the first to my knowledge to add a birding slant. The video already has a whopping 2500 views, about as viral as a birding video clip ever gets.

I’m not writing to comment on that video; rather, it has spurred me into starting a series of blog posts I’ve been planning. I’ll be chronicling the people that have been influenced by birds, or ways that birds have shaped our everyday culture, even if indirectly. Some of these are extraordinary people, others are ordinary people that happened to lead extraordinary lives, but either way, birds were an important aspect of their lives. While I wasn’t planning on starting with this particular fellow, I think you’ll soon understand my mental connection with the aforementioned video clip.

On any English major’s bookshelf you’ll find works by Shakespeare, Defoe, Steinbeck, Austen, Bronte, etc., but the common theme behind these books is that they were all written by writers. In contrast, my bookshelves have titles by folks you’ve never heard of, and while they all have some connection to birds, the authors were scientists, politicians, travellers, spies, and other professions. Take, for example, The Charm of Birds. First published in 1927, my yellowing copy is from ten years later. It is a small, unassuming little book. The first seven chapters are dedicated to birds through the seasons (January through December), while the following seven chapters cover bird family life, nests, “joy sounds”, waterfowl, the cuckoo, and other topics. There are few pictures, the mildewed pages are asthma-inducing, and there are no details on identification. Yet, there are a couple things that are noteworthy. The first is the humbled preface. It states:

“This book will have no scientific value. Those who have studied birds will not find in it anything that they do not already know; those who do not care for birds will not be interested in the subject…Personal observation will always make a book valuable. In this book there will be some things here and there that may deserve to be placed in this last category, but they will be slight and not thorough. My opportunity for watching birds have been intermittent. My observations have been made for recreation; in search of pleasure, not of knowledge; and they have been pursued only in so far as they ministered to the pleasure of holidays and home life…[but] even those of us who have nothing new to tell, may have something that is fresh to say.”

The second noteworthy thing is the author himself. It is clear that he found peace in birds, but why has he not had more time for birds in his life? Quite probably because the author of the book is the Viscount Grey of Fallodon. Edward Grey (1862-1933), was a British politician. Elected into the British House of Commons at age 23, he was the youngest MP of his day.  He was also the longest-serving Foreign Secretary (1905-1916), at a time when Europe was under much unrest. Grey was a key player in the crisis of 1914, and events leading to World War I. He was involved in multiple treaties (some of them secret) with allied countries, in an attempt to shore support against the Germans in continental Europe. Perhaps his most famous quote, made from the Foreign Office window as the first great war was beginning, went  “The lamps are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lit again in our time”.

Sir Edward Grey, 1914, during his time as Foreign Secretary. Photo by Bassano, Beagles Postcard #542W; Source: Wikimedia Commons

It is becoming clear why Grey may not have had much time for casual birding. In 1919 Grey became the Ambassador to the United States, followed by his position as the Leader of the Liberal Party in the House of Lords. Obviously not one to spend retirement sitting back twiddling his thumbs, the Viscount then became the Chancellor of the University of Oxford.

This is where we come back to birds. Oxford has one of the most prestigious ornithological institutes in the world, with an equally impressive library. That institute is the Edward Grey Institute of Field Ornithology. Perhaps, somewhere in the library of the institution that bears his name, lies a yellowing copy of the Charm of Birds.

The Charm of Birds by Viscount Grey of Fallodon

Chapter X of the Charm of Birds: “Joy Flights and Joy Sounds”

Citrine Wagtail Alternate Location

Hello birders,

Since mid-November a Citrine Wagtail has been reliably located in Courtenay, BC. For the most part it has been predictably located along the same stretch of road that it was originally located. Directions to that location, and a bit of history on the sighting, can be read at Jeremy Gatten’s blog here.

I returned to that location on Sunday December 30th, but was informed the bird had not been seen for 2 days (it has disappeared for several days on occasion in the past). I grew up in the Comox Valley, and so have a bit more insider knowledge about vantage points than others. So, after leaving the traditional location around 3:45 pm on Dec. 30th, I decided to check out an alternate spot. To my surprise, I immediately found the Citrine Wagtail in the fading light. This is a somewhat sensitive location in terms of site access, so I decided to check again first thing the next morning. I was delighted to again find the bird on Dec. 31st, and be able to show it to some very relieved American birders.  For those wishing to twitch the bird, I am summarizing the directions to this “new” location here.

The bird is on private property, but still visible without entering any fields. Please obey all access rules, and do NOT enter any fields. It can be reached by following these directions:

Follow the same directions to the bird as previously described. Instead of parking near the pumphouse and walking down the laneway where it has been most often seen, continue east along the Comox/Dyke Rd. approximately 500 m. Park at the Rotary Viewing Stand parking lot on the south (estuary) side of the road. From the parking lot look across the road and find the first (westernmost) house. That house has a cedar hedge along the front and continuing along the side of the property. Beside this cedar hedge is a small laneway that leads to a field and a few more houses. The hydro powerlines also cross the road here, leading down this same laneway. At the botton of this laneway is a metal gate with a No Trespassing Sign, and another sign indicating that it is both conservation land and actively farmed.

The field beyond the gate is grassy, and a bit flooded in a few places. It is around these flooded pools that I first found the wagtail late Dec. 30th (~4pm). It was still present in this same location at least until 11 am on Dec. 31st. This field is known as “Simpson’s Farm”, and there is a metal Duck’s Unlimited plaque at the southeast corner of this field labelling it as such.

Birders may view the bird from the laneway, but the fields and driveways here are all private. Observers should only park at the rotary viewing stand, and not in the laneway. Use caution crossing the road, as it is busy! Nobody should enter the fields beyond the gate (you don’t need to in order to see the bird, and it is sometimes 10 m from the gate anyway). Even if you see dog-walkers in the fields, that does not imply permission to enter (they are residents of the laneway).

This could be where the bird sometimes disappears to, and should be checked if the bird is not found at its original location. Please be courteous and respectful of all landowners, do not trespass, and ensure that birders continue to be able to access this phenomenal rarity.

Google Earth view of traditional and new wagtail locations.

 

 

F.O.Y.

F.O.Y.  As far as acronyms go, this one doesn’t mean much to the vast majority of people. But to birders, it can represent a treasured landmark. First Of the Year. Many birders keep many different lists, but a perennial favourite is the year list. Starting on January 1st and ending on Dec 31st each year, this list lets you bury those painful twitching failures of the year past and start afresh. Come midnight, January 1st, it is a new beginning. My personal year list in 2009 was so great, that I don’t know if I’ll ever top it (just shy of 1500 species, or roughly 15% of all the world’s birds). In contrast, I didn’t even bother adding up my 2011 year list, but it likely hovered around 300.

Year listing also gives one the opportunity to get excited about common species all over again. You might see thousands of Mallards in a year, but you only get one first-of-the-year Mallard. It is in such spirit that some birders go to great lengths to try to make their absolute first bird of the year a really special one to kick off the remaining 365 days. Some will drive blind-folded and with ear plugs to avoid getting some  scoundrel like House Sparrow as their very first bird. Those birders rarely report back, so I’m not sure if they ever succeed, but the point stands. For those birders that live in cities, it can be awfully difficult to nab some alluring species before one of the commoners swoops past or “caws” into your window.

The two most common birds in my neighbourhood are Glaucous-winged Gull and Northwestern Crow. Both considered “dirt” birds by many, owing to their sheer abundance and proclivity to human settlements. There is often a Song Sparrow around the hedges below our window though, and if I plug my ears and stare at the hedges long enough, surely I can manage that as a year first. At least the Song Sparrow doesn’t pick through garbage, happily float in sewage, or, as in the case of the gull, partake in extra-species relations.

But the best laid plans don’t amount to much when you have a toddler to chase after. I could neither plug my ears nor stare devotedly into greenery while a book-destroying bundle of danger and energy was running around. Shortly after sunrise I heard my first bird of the year: Glaucous-winged Gull. A few minutes later, out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice the Northwestern Crow landing on the chimney pipe next door.

At first I was a bit chagrined. But after a while I realized that these were both extraordinary and iconic species to get. After all, the Song Sparrow is found continent-wide, but the Northwestern Crow is emblematic of coastal shores only from S. Alaska to N. Washington. The Glaucous-winged Gull is slightly more prolific, but not much more so. Birders from around the world come to the Pacific Northwest in part to see these two species. Both are masters of adaptability, being amongst a very small group of birds that not only tolerate human presence, but thrive in it. Unlike European Starling, House Sparrow and Rock Pigeon (other common city-dwellers), the gull and the crow predate human settlement on this coast by many eons. It is very likely that on New Years Day, many thousands of years ago, somebody from one of the coastal First Nations stepped out into the brisk, cold, wet air and was greeted by none other than a Glaucous-winged Gull. And if you listen carefully, you just might be able to hear his reaction in the whisper of the wind “Dang, I was hoping to start the year off with a Thunderbird!”

A Whooping Success

I suppose 3 months is long enough to leave everybody in suspense, so here is the rest of the crane story… Two days after arriving in Saskatchewan I was beginning to vibrate with nail-biting anxiety. I had come all this way, but wasn’t entirely sure how to get the Whooping Crane. Sure, the ID was simple enough, and I had a “sure” spot lined up, but I was a 3-hour drive from that location, and without a car. The forecast for Friday, 7th of October, was looking rather dreary. Pounding rain and wind. Perfect weather to prevent Whooping Cranes from leaving the country! So with that I “borrowed” our friends’ vehicle, and sped down the prairie.

My first stop was Radisson Lake, part-way between N. Battleford and Saskatoon. My copy of “Birds of the Saskatoon Area” that I had just picked up second-hand described this lake as being a good spot to see Whoopers. Great I thought, I might be able to get the cranes and save some gas. While the birding here was good, there were no cranes to be had. I set off down the road again through pounding rain and patches of fog. The driving was simple enough (it’s not the easiest place to get lost), but after 2 hours I was beginning to get concerned. I hadn’t really expected to just bump into a Whooping Crane on the side of the highway, but surely there should’ve been a Sandhill Crane by now? Maybe they got the weather forecast and high-tailed it before the storm hit?

At long last I found the Muskiki Lake grid road I had been directed to. A short ways along I was relieved to spot a small group of Sandhills in a little reservoir. And then I was there, the south end of Muskiki Lake, the Whooping Crane promised-land. Just one problem; there were no Whoopers. And despite reports of hundreds of Sandhills, a thorough count turned up only 80. My heart sank. But, having come this far I wasn’t about to give up so easily. I drove around some more, finding another grid road further to the east. The road was dirt, and hilly, and perilously close to becoming a slippery, soupy car-catcher. I scanned the countryside with my binoculars until I came across several white dots in the distance. I put my scope on the dots and could see that yes, these were cranes, and not in fact pelicans, egrets, or other large white birds. However, they were still several kilometres distant, and I could not have ruled out Siberian Crane with these views (an impossibly unlikely species to show up, but I’m a bit of a listing purist). I drove back to the first location to see if I could spot the birds from a slightly higher viewpoint, but they were obscured from that angle. Suddenly, a small family group picked up and flew closer, into the field near where I had first spotted those distant blobs. I raced back to the second road, took out my scope, and stealthily crept behind some trees until the cranes were in view. Still not crippling views, but I could at least see all the features I wanted to. Plus, I discovered that the cranes had black on the crown behind the red, something I did not notice before when looking in guide books. Eventually some other groups flew closer, though none quite as close, and I managed to count at least 16 birds, including 2 family groups each with 2 juveniles. Must’ve been a good breeding season up north! These are truly one of North America’s most iconic species, and I was thrilled to pick them up on “home” turf as they are one of very few Canadian breeding-endemic species; at least as far as the current wild population goes.

Happy, but cold and wet, I returned to the car and set off on the long drive back to N. Battleford. And I only got lost once!