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.
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|
Debi shouts out, "BULLER'S SHEARWATER! BULLER'S SHEARWATER AT 11:00 CROSSING THE BOW!"
|Buller's Shearwater on the move|
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.
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.
|Harbor Seals taking a nap|
More to come.....