Monday, October 17, 2016

A Monterey Pelagic

Sea Otter
On the road and with a mission in mind, I flew to Monterey to meet up with Debi Love Shearwater to find 4 target birds, the Flesh-footed and Buller's Shearwater, Black-footed Albatross and Pigeon Guillemot.

This would be my one and only trek out to Monterey for the rest of my life.  In some ways, it's sad to imagine and yet I still have many many more birds to find in so many different places. I have one more pelagic out of Northern California/the Pacific Northwest that I must make next year. For now, it was about finding a handful of shearwaters and perhaps an albatross or two.

Black-footed Albatross
Pelagics are not easy when it comes to photography.  The boat is constantly spinning around the hilly waters while this birder, me, is trying to keep his hand steady on the lens.  Of course, it begins with the naked eye on the horizon searching for flight patterns.  Then the binoculars to focus.  Once we have the ID, it's a quick grab for the camera to capture that moment!

My first lifer, the Black-footed Albatross, flew across the bow of our ship and delighted the crew as it searched for a little squid snack.

I am in my element.  I love the cool winds and rough waters as we continue searching together for these amazing ocean birds.

Alex Rinkert focuses on the horizon
A Humpback Whale slaps its' tail up and down on the ocean waters with a lot of energy. We also notice birds flying around this amazing creature.


Buller's Shearwater on the move
This shearwater stands out among the rest as it has beautiful gray, black and brown shading on its' wings. 

 At this point, I am loving the shearwater show. It's incredible!

I feel at peace.  I am happy.  I watch birders speak about ticks and checks on their lists.  I remain hidden on board happy to be alone.  Only Debi knows me.  I watch her do her job in an amazing fashion.  She's direct and to the point.  I like her.  I like how she operates. And the birders on board are very nice people.

Sea Lions
For the first time on one of my pelagics, there is no chumming(feeding birds from the boat) allowed. It was now illegal to do so because it has become a protected marine sanctuary.  It made our work a little more difficult, but we accomplished our goals.

Everyone is alert in the morning, but by the afternoon, people start feeling tired or getting seasick.  I was getting tired and forgot that I had packed a bunch of goodies in my backpack.  It seemed to do the trick.

Pink-footed Shearwater
My trek out to California was a smart idea.  I had become tired of the Arizona birding scene and this little adventure recharged my spirits.

Some birds are difficult to find in the US.  Such is the case with the Flesh-footed Shearwater. This bird made an appearance several times during our trek to the delight of many birders. Debi, as her last name suggests, sure knows her shearwaters:)

Flesh-footed Shearwater
This was probably the most difficult bird to get photos of during our trek thanks in part to the rough waters. At one point, I fell on my keister:)

Harbor Seals taking a nap
It was so much fun birding with Debi.  I had made plans for the weekend so I couldn't bird with Debi the next day but hopefully we'll get a chance to do some birding down the road.  Thank you Debi for an awesome day out on the Pacific Ocean.

More to come.....

Friday, October 7, 2016

A Look At Things To Come

Muriel scans for that secretive Dusky Grouse!
Time to get back into birding. 

Zone-tailed Hawk along the DeAnza Trail. It was a ten minute walk before I just said, "No more!" We turned around and headed back to the A/C but not before we saw this guy soaring above us. 
It doesn't mean that I wasn't doing anything; it just meant that I needed to reorganize my priorities. I have been organizing events and projects for the next several months.  Here's a look at some the things we're working on here at Las Aventuras. 

Babs hears what sounds like the American Three-toed Woodpecker in Greer
During the month of September, I kept it low key, making phone calls and organizing trips with people visiting or planning on visiting. I am working on a 5 part series of podcasts that will be released by the end of this year.  I have nearly completed the first episode and am working with an indie artist for my intro.  Surprisingly, it's not as easy as it sounds:) There's a lot of editing that goes into the recordings and thankfully Micheal enjoys doing that part of the audio.  While on the road with my friends, I think to myself, "Why am I not recording some of this conversation?"   

We meet up at the Iguana Bar with Jim and lots of herpers and buggers.  Micheal carries the beer near Texas Canyon
The plan is to get recordings of the real life experience happening behind the birds. I'm hoping it brings a little Bob Ross, CBS Sunday Morning and NPR into our lives. Ideas for the first podcasts include Episode 1-The Sweetwater Wetlands Episode 2-The Ocean(with Debi Shearwater), etc etc.  

Somewhere out there, there are Dusky Grouse.  At Green's Peak
October has arrived and I'm scheduled for several weekends.  This week, I head to the beautiful coastal town of Monterey where I'll meet up with Debi Shearwater and bird the cold Pacific waters for some fun on the Pacific.  And we'll visit with our friend Kathie Brown from Maine. 

Peregrine Falcon
November brings us into the holiday season.  It will be a rather light month birding wise.  I'll be back down in Mexico for a weekend with the Aribabi crew.  While the crew is tracking jaguars, I'll be doing my twice annual bird check at the ranch.  Another project will have me once again counting Bell's and Sagebrush Sparrows at the Robbins Butte Wildlife area. 

Did a photo shoot several years ago with these Rainbow Lorikeets.  And Michael Summers made magic happen with this beautiful bird. 
And I'll be finishing off the month with a special visit with Michael Summers who has painted some of my photography.  We'll be meeting in Scottsdale during one of his art shows.  As December arrives, I'll be finishing up with work and planning on ending my year in Wisconsin. Or at least...that's the plan.  

Eurasian Collared-Dove
Planning never ends and it requires goals.  Next year, we're scheduled to stop in Oregon and Washington, Colorado, Costa Rica and many many other locations.  And I'm going to work with birding educator Deborah Vath on some projects that involve getting our youth energized about our incredible world of birds. 

Michael McNulty films the nectar feeding bats near Texas Canyon
It's amazing how all of this just blurs from one moment into the next.  It's exciting and it's fun. Until next time.....

Friday, September 30, 2016

Stepping Back To Move Forward

Ladder-backed Woodpecker
Gypsy again.  The way I began. And the way I'll continue from this point forward. 

Always in the shadows learning, but now wearing my invisible cloak for good. 

What once was unknown is now known. What once was new is worn. End of the line. 

5 years doesn't seem like a long time ago. But it has changed me in ways I never imagined.  Now I join "the others" who also have vanished from the public spotlight.  Africa, Australia, Fiji, Cape Verde, the Arctic, Argentina.........

Lincoln's Sparrow
I slowly move closer to a 1000 new species.  It is difficult.  When I see others with a total of 8000 or 9000 bird species, I am overwhelmed.  That is an incredible accomplishment.  

Belted Kingfisher
In October, I will say my good-byes to the AZ crowd one last time.  I am grateful for all the friendships and will maintain the ones I have.  For now, it's time to take a step back from their community.

Gray Hawk
Time to save money and plan for bigger treks. Time to train our future generations about saving our planet's species.  About protecting habitat. About making better decisions when it comes to our environment. And move forward. 

A woman once told me as a beginning birder, "The first two years are the most exciting because everything is new.  But then the game gets harder."  During my 4 years as a birder, it was all thrilling.  Then, during this 5th year, I felt a shift happen.  The game has gotten harder and my patience shorter.

Sage Thrasher in Box Canyon

While I am here in Tucson, I will enjoy the birds.  I will save the $$ and then on my time off, I will fly.  

Common Poorwill at Saguaro National Park
 But the crazy Arizona chases are done.  I crave solitude. No more calculated chasing.  Because that isn't birding.  It's playing a game.  And I'm not playing this game anymore. I just exploded after being surrounded by all the bird politics (and the who's bird was rarer crap.) I felt I had lost control creatively over something that I love.  Something that was once very much my own. I have taken it back again and it feels good. 

As you'll see, Las Aventuras is heading out for some fun along the ocean in a few short weeks. I'm looking forward to birding alone for awhile. As the weather cools down, the epic birding will start to take off!  So many stories to tell over the next several stay tuned for more:)

Sunday, September 11, 2016


Hurricane Newton sky photos from WIKI and AccuWeather.  Note how the storm covers a wide area from the Galápagos Islands in South America to Mexico. 
 I'm not sure how this all started.  But I was supposed to take a week off from blogging.  Apparently that wasn't going to be the plan.  In an event like no other in my life, I, along with many Arizona birders, experienced fallout from Hurricane Newton this past week. 

The storm is predicted during this time period to hit Arizona.  Birders are watching carefully. 

 It started off as an innocent storm around the equator and developed into something larger.  Forecasters began to warn us that this storm was heading straight towards us, the desert dwellers.  I've lived here for 20 years now and have never seen anything like it. Sure, we've had tropical storms but not quite like this one. I paced my house worrying about the torrential rains.  In fact, when the storm was about to hit us, I felt a bit of anxiety.  Would the rain shoot through our windows again like it had earlier this month?  People were saying to expect horizontal rain(the worst kind of rain if you're a homeowner).  The night before the storm I couldn't sleep because I was worried.  I didn't want to drive through flooded streets to get to work and had seriously considered taking the day off.  Looking back on it, I should have taken the day off, but not because of the flooding. 

Hurricane Newton crawls up the Sea of Cortez and is heading straight for Southern Arizona
 I awoke to a gentle and wonderful rain on Wednesday.  There were cool temps and the storm was a much needed gift for the desert.  Instead of the predicted 3 inches of torrential rain in a few hours; it was spread out over the entire day. But there was something more happening.  We watched as the eye of the storm fell apart over Southern Arizona. 

The track hits parts of Mexico causing flooding and damage to various towns along Coastal Mexico.  Some rain bands enter into nearby Chiapas
If you've seen the movie(or read the book), the Big Year, you'll remember a scene that mentions "major fallout". I always wondered what that would be like to experience. I would soon find out and become part of a rare national event that usually happens in other states. Who would have thought Arizona would ever experience something like this?! As predicted, the eye of Hurricane Newton fell apart over several key watering holes in Southern Arizona while we were all working.  It began with a few terns which wasn't anything big. But then there were reports of Storm-Petrels and Shearwaters!  People were stuck in meetings, classrooms, making dinner or in bad traffic when the reports started coming into the "birding newsroom".  Holy cow!!!! NEVER IN MY LIFE did I expect to see these incredible ocean birds here in the desert!

"X" marks the spot and we know where to look thanks to local predictions
This is where I take over with my photos.  Someday, I may own a satellite to plot charts and graphs, but not today:)  So from the ground, here's the Christmas miracle that happened for so many birders in September.  This will easily be one of the biggest events in Arizona history with new ABA records for the state and for the country. For example, an ABA first, the Juan Fernandez Petrel of South America flew over a birder in his driveway!  This gadfly petrel breeds off the coast of Chile on the islands of Robinson Crusoe and Alejandro Selkirk.  I swear I'm not making these names up.  He was lucky enough to snap some nice photos of the bird.  Another amazing sighting was had by Laurens Halsey who found a Wedge-tailed Shearwater!  

And this is the "X" which also included nearby Peña Blanca and Patagonia lakes.  
It's not everyday you get to see these gems, but I wasn't prepared for what I'd see.  You see, "fallout" is actually pretty sad.  While we were observing some of these poor seabirds finally touch water; there were some that were actually dying right before our very eyes. That's the "feeling" reaction I had to the initial observations. But then everyone is shouting out birds and trying to get an ID before they disappeared. That's the adrenaline part. It actually felt like a true pelagic except that we were on firm ground.  And no one was throwing up:) 

Black Storm-Petrel at the Bensen WTP
Throughout the week, we had a possible FOUR species of Storm-Petrels!!!  We quickly learned how to ID between the white-rumps and brown-rumps and everything else in between which included such topics as wedge-shaped tails vs forked tails. It was an exciting and challenging ID contest. 

Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel during a brief moment of sun at the Amado WTP
But there was one species of Storm-Petrel that confused everyone.  It had a white-rump and a square tail.  It looked like a Leach's Storm-Petrel but not quite.  For hours, people took notes, videos and photos of these birds in flight.  Still.  What Storm-Petrel species was it?!! Several California birders chimed into the AZ conversation and we were shocked by what they were saying. 

This week, I landed Least, Black and my lifer Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel. Top: Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel, Middle: Black Storm-Petrel and bottom from left to right, Ashy Storm-Petrel and Townsend's Storm-Petrel(these were the ones we had to rule out from the top two) 
A Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel!  This is a Galápagos Island species! Mind blowing. This storm was really a wonderful outdoor classroom experience.  By the next day, all the Storm-Petrels were gone or dead. It was like this major event never happened. Many Maricopa birders(the Phoenix crowd) and others were bummed as they tried desperately to find just ONE Storm-Petrel.  In an answer to their prayers, the bird gods gave them one incredible view of a Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel in the heart of their lands. There, in their 100+ degree temps, they had marvelous views of this exciting bird. James McVay, who we've met on this blog, discovered the bird at a random park in Mesa. He was the guy doing a big year with his pops last year. Anyhow, the Maricopa birders really had the best views of anyone in this state. They had great lighting and really close and unobstructed views of this very special bird. Then, by the next day, this bird too had vanished. 

Hard core birders from left to right.  Wonderful birding guide Laurens Halsey is focused like no other.  Big year contestant, for Arizona, Brian Johnson is in the middle and the emergency rare bird contact person, Debra Finch is on the line with another awesome bird guide, Chris Benesh, describing the chaos that is happening around us as if it were a play by play for a football game.  In the background, another great bird guide Richard Fray goes over notes with other birders.  Yes folks, Arizona is the real deal when it comes to birds.  You'll never find a better group of birders in this country.  Many of us, including myself, have grown from their knowledge and expertise while "working" out in the field.   Not seen is Chris McCreedy who is trying to cover and record the flight patterns of the Storm-Petrels and other "interesting" birds seen over the waters. 
Final thoughts.  There were two sides of birders that showed themselves to the birding community.  The science crew and the "save-the-whales birds" crew.  Some were saying let them naturally die so that we can study and preserve them. The other half tried to save them.  And like all things with opposite views, both were accomplished.  I had a box just in case. Here is a local new's report about the fallout.  It was a wonderful experience to watch Mother Nature in action.  

Observing the Black Storm-Petrel from the Benson WTP.  It's a tricky area to bird because the hours are not posted.  Thankfully the people at the water treatment plant extended the hours for many birders.  
The birders here did an incredible job laying out a "net" to try and find rarities. Some birders, like a woman named Pat, hoped that Storm-Petrels would fall from the sky into her backyard. We can't all be lucky like Brian Gibbons with his amazing Juan Fernandez Petrel find(that is seriously the worst name for a bird). One day Pat.  One day......

Coachline, a lake once more!
Anyhow, during the next day at 4 AM(and before work), I covered the Northwest corner of Tucson at Coachline while others went to all the other watering holes in Southern Arizona.  All of our findings were relayed thanks in part to Andrew Core. It's wonderful being part of a team.  I'm not done with Storm-Petrels or Shearwaters just yet:)  Stay tuned for more about two weeks or so.  Hopefully, I can relax for awhile before things pick up again.