Frosted Bald Eagle, Okanogan, WA
Wintering Harlequin Duck, Port Angeles, WA
Mostly Red-shafted Flicker
Mt Rainier at sunset
Between birding this morning around the house and a late afternoon five mile run, I spotted 32 species
to kick off the year today, including a Northern Flicker in the back yard with three yellow primaries
on his red-shafted wings. We had a mostly yellow-shafted flicker around here last summer but haven't
seen it for several months, perhaps because we only started filling the feeders in the last few days.
The usual suspects
have returned but so far, no White-throated Sparrows.
1/6/2013 Crystal Mountain
View down the White River Valley
Sunset on the ridge
David and I snowshoed up to Cement Ridge, up by the Crystal Mountain Ski Area, today. We took more
or less the same route as last time
and left about the
same time too, despite our intention to get an early start. Fog was pouring over the ridges to the
south of us as we set out but had cleared by the time we reached the old burn. We enjoyed a bright
and sunny hike up to the ridge after lunch on a crag overlooking the ski area. Up on top once again
we had time for only a little exploring before sunset. We hurried down and reached the car at dusk.
1/11/2013 Port Angeles birding
Glaucous-winged and Western (or hybrid) Gulls
Often when a rare bird is reported I put off going to look for it for so long that I never do get
out to see it. I decided that this time would be different. A rather rare Thick-billed Murre has
been reported in Port Angeles harbor for about a week now and today, despite too little sleep and
the 200-mile round trip in the car and not knowing anything about the area, I went looking for it.
I'd forgottent how much fun it is to go birding somewhere new. I reached Port Angeles by 8:30 and
found my way west of town through the paper mill to Ediz Hook, the breakwater/sand spit enclosing
the harbor. For the first hour or so I was distracted by a Common Loon which I thought might be a
Yellow-billed (I'm not very familiar with loons). I took lots of photos but began to suspect it
might be a Common when I saw two other loons with the same pattern of dark and light on the neck.
While chasing the loon I photographed a small group of Barrow's Goldeneyes but the morning stratus
deck had cleared and the light was too harsh for good results.
Continuing out towards the Coast Guard station at the end of the road, I spotted some other birders
scanning the harbor with scopes so I stopped and got my scope out too. Pretty soon we had a likely
Thick-billed candidate, though so distant that even with the scope it was difficult to make out the
field marks. A slight wind chop on the water meant that we never saw more then a glimpse of the bird
but eventually I got enough glimpses to confirm the dark neck and clean line between light and dark
which extends back from the bill below the eye then curves forward again onto the front of the neck
and upper breast. The Common Murres accompanying it all either had white above/behind the eye (winter
plumage) or a dark throat and face (summer plumage). Another birder had a Nikon 600 f4 with a 1.4
teleconverter but had forgotten his tripod so I let him borrow mine. Even with that reach I couldn't
pick out the field marks from his photos.
Harlequin Duck diving
I got up my courage to inquire at the coast guard station if access was allowed beyond the gate.
It wasn't. I ate lunch and photographed some of the gulls that gathered around for leftovers, then
drove back around to the mainland side of the harbor where some shorebirds, including a Rock
Sandpiper, had been reported. Boat Haven was the name of the access point, I think. I found the
sandpiper with a flock of Dunlin and a few Black-bellied Plovers. A couple other cars stopped by,
disgorging birders including Kurt and Bobby whom I'd met earlier, friends of Ed Newbold I later
found out. I was more excited by a close-in Harlequin duck than by the shorebirds, though I did
stop on the way out of town to try, successfully, for a closer view of the Ruddy Turnstones we'd
seen through the scope on some distant riprap.
1/16/2013 Nisqually NWR Bird list
Fields and freshwater marsh near headquarters
I made it out to join the Wednesday morning bird walk at Nisqually NWR this morning. Conditions were
foggy and frosty; most freshwater was frozen over and the fog limited visibility somewhat, but we
still managed to find 52 species.
Quite a crowd shows up for these outings; at least 20 people had gathered on the porch at the Visitor
Center by 8:15. I started out using just binoculars, keeping the scope and camera in my pack and tripod
strapped on back, but the tripod legs kept bumping into my calves and I found I needed the scope out
anyway so I stopped to unpack it. Unfortunately carrying the scope meant that I had to put it down in
order to use my binoculars. Then when we encountered a Merlin up in a fog-shrouded cottonwood, I dug
out the camera and added it to the tangle of gear around my neck. I never did find a really satisfactory
way to have everything out and available.
While with the group I didn't do very well with photos either, but the group turned back around 11AM
at the start of the boardwalk. I continued with a woman named Laurel, who was both a photographer and
a competent birder, so we were pretty compatible. We stopped to get pictures of a young and rather tame
Bald Eagle, then found a flock of Least Sandpipers and a Greater Yellowlegs as the dropping tide began
to expose some mudflats along the boardwalk. I photographed a gull chasing a Mallard but couldn't tell
why until I enlarged the image and saw the little crab the Mallard had clamped in the tip of its bill.
Returning to headquarters we had a close encounter with a flock of Golden-crowned Kinglets, almost
too close for photos, and back at the VC a brightly-colored Ruby-crowned Kinglet was flycatching from
the cattails below the porch.
The last new bird of the day, a Northern Shrike at the Nisqually River overlook, upped my 2013 Washington
total to 105.
1/18/2013 Red-flanked Bluetail
Wylie Slough, Fir Island
Sunset at the West 90, Samish Flats
Now I'm really chasing birds. A Red-flanked Bluetail, an Asian relative of the European Robin, has
been reported from Queen's Park in New Westminster BC. It's only the second North American record
outside of western Alaska, and only about a half hour north of the border which in turn is just
over two hours from home. Reports indicated it was easiest to find early in the morning so figuring
I'd get more sleep if I drove up the day before, I spent the night in Bellingham. I stayed at the
Coachman Inn, a reasonably-priced but very comfortable place with helpful staff and a well-stocked
breakfast in the morning. I ate at a highly-rated Mexican place downtown called Tadeo's.
The food was good, though not memorably so.
On the way north I stopped at Wylie Slough to look for a Northern Waterthrush which I later learned
had probably departed a month earlier. I did find a juvenile Peregrine and a nice photo of hazy alder
trunks reflected in the slough. Continuing north to Samish Flats via Best Road I passed a flock of
about 600 swans and managed to pick out both Trumpeter and Tundra Swams with the scope. Most seemed
somewhere in between the descriptions of the two species, except that only a few had visible yellow
lores. Those were definitely Tundras. I figured most of the others were Tundras as well, and I just
couldn't see the yellow lores. A few clearly seemed larger, with a larger bill, and those I figured
to be Trumpeters. Later I found out that Trumpeters generally significantly outnumber Tundras in this
area, so most of those swans were probably Trumpeters.
Wylie Slough Peregrine
Bayview-Edison Road Peregrine
The Samish Flats were full of Short-eared Owls and Rough-legged Hawks. I waited until past sunset
at the West 90 in hopes that the recently-seen Long-eared Owl would fly by but it did not. I hadn't
been to the West 90 in years, at least not for birding. It turns out to be near the turnaround on
the Skagit Flats Marathon course and I've used the porta-potties there a couple of times during the
race. Too bad the marathon isn't in the winter when all the birds are there.
I arrived at Queen's Park around 8:30AM, delayed somewhat by traffic, and parked on the west side of
the park since I couldn't get in from the east side the way Google Maps told me to. That worked out
well though because all I had to do was cross the street and I was in Bluetail territory. At first
I found only other birders, who reported that the Bluetail had already been seen, was still in the
area and would show up soon if we just hung around and waited. They were right. It showed up after
about 15 minutes.
Queen's Park birders
Red-flanked Bluetail on typical perch
In both behavior and appearance it seems unlike any local bird. Its preferred area of the park is
forested, mature cedars and Doug firs spaced maybe 50 feet apart with just duff underneat and a few
straggly shrubs and small logs scattered about. The bird forages by flying down to the ground from
low perchs in the shrubs or on logs or tree trunks. It moves 100 feet or so to a new location every
few minutes, and occasionally flies up 10-20' into a tree from which it then makes a longer (and
usually undetected) flight to another area, possibly in response to birder pressure though I thought
that nearly all of the birders and photographers present were giving the bird enough space. It
appeared to be eating invisible insects on or near the ground, along with some seed scattered on
logs by helpful birders.
A couple of birders I met at the West 90 had suggested Brunswick Point at the end of River Road past
Reifel Refuge as a good spot to see Snowy and Short-eared Owls, so I'd planned to head over there
from Queen's Park after I saw the Bluetail. Getting decent photos of the Bluetail took a while; I
eventually managed to be in the right place at the right time. It perched near me in fairly good
light and I got my photos without disturbing it, as far as I could tell. Waiting around during one
of the times the bird disappeared, I got to talking with a young man named Zack who was carrying
a D90. I showed him a couple things on his camera to help him get better photos, then invited him
and his mom Cara to come to Brunswick Point. We caravaned over there. Arriving around 1:30PM, we
had the place pretty much to ourselves. We followed a dike out from the end of the road, with first
the river, then a tidal overflow marsh on one side and agricultural fields on the other. About a
half mile out we found owls - a Short-eared strafing a Rough-leg up in a cottonwood and a half-dozen
Snowies on logs out in the marsh.
Zack and I ventured out into the marsh while Cara waited patiently on a conveniently-located bench
on the dike. I should have worn boots, because I soon soaked my new running shoes with richly
rust-colored water. I also flushed the first Snowy I approached. Oops. I didn't flush any others
while still managing to get some passable pictures. Done with the Snowies, Zack and I converged
on the trail back to the dike and a Short-eared Owl landed nearby. It seemed undisturbed by our
presence so we ever so slowly crept closer, and closer, until we were just twenty feet away. I
was too close for the teleconverter and took it off. The owl stayed put on in perch in the cattails,
even spitting up a pellet while we watched. We retreated and finally it took off, flying around
us, diving into the cattails once or twice, perching nearby again, while we took hundreds of photos.
Female Northern Harrier
Great Blue Heron landing
Double-crested Cormorant with fish
Finally we returned to the dike where Cara was waiting and started back to the cars. Once again the
Short-eared Owl flew by and perched on a big piece of driftwood right near the dike. We took more
photos. The sun emerged below the edge of the stratus deck overhead. We took more photos. We got
some photos of Northern Harriers, common over the marsh, as well. What a great day!
1/19/2013 Eastern Washington birding trip - day 1 Bird list for the day
Wayne and I left the house around 6:30AM and drove to Omak via Davenport. Naturally we ran out of
daylight but we did manage to see several of the species we were looking for including White-winged
Crossbills and Snow Buntings. Our first birding stop was at Ryegrass Summit east of Ellensberg. We
emerged from the fog about a mile west of the rest area and all the grasses and shrubs were coated
with a thick layer of rime and frost. Hopping out of the car at the rest area I glanced at the
pinkish finches perched on a frost-covered ornamental and shouted "Redpolls". Wayne jumped out with
his binoculars and replied "I think maybe they're house finches." We picked up three species there -
House Sparrows, the House Finches and Starlings.
The first interesting bird we stopped to look at was a Merlin at I-90 exit 151 two miles NE of
George. We photographed it on top of a light pole before continuing up Hwy 283 to Ephrata and Soap
Lake. We stopped at Soap Lake, found only some Canada Geese and a few Goldeneyes in the mostly
frozen lake before driving east past the south end of the lake and up the hill to some orchards. A
Gyrfalcon had been reported in the area some time ago. Wayne thought he might have seen it but we
couldn't find it again. We did see a distant dark-phase Harlan's hawk on a water tank, definitely a
BVD (Better View Desired).
Continuing east on hwy 28 we photographed a dark-phase Rough-leg east of Wilson then stopped at the
site of an old homestead, now marked only by a grove of mature cottonwoods, where 20.5 road
intersects hwy 28. Wayne spotted some American Tree Sparrows among the White-crowneds there, and I
noticed several elk working their way up over the ridge to the southwest of us. The 12 miles or so
from there east to Odessa were particularly good for hawks. We got some good photos of a
cooperative Prairie Falcon and counted 8 more Rough-legs and 4 Red-tails. East of Odessa hwy 28
climbs up onto a featureless plateau, mostly dry-land wheat farmland covered with a foot or so of
frosted old snow, where we passed flocks of Horned Larks, one of which contained a couple of Snow
Buntings. A few miles later we flushed a whole flock of Snow Buntings but unfortunately they flew
up over the snow plain and kept on going out of sight.
Approaching Davenport we spotted the grove of tall spruce trees marking the Mountain View cemetery,
a little island of dark green in a rolling sea of snow-covered wheat fields. Driving up, we found
another birder already tromping around under the spruces. Yes, he'd seen the White-winged
Crossbills, though currently he didn't know exactly where they were. We got out and started
tromping around in the snow ourselves and pretty soon I heard crossbill calls up in the treetops.
They were hard to spot, as usual, but eventually I got a fix on them and they did indeed have bright
white wingbars. There were at least three of them along with a half-dozen or so Red Crossbills.
The Red Crossbills eventually came down to forage for gravel? in the bare road by the cemetery but
the White-wings stayed in the treetops.
Bohemian Waxwings had been reported in Davenport but though we drove half the streets in town, we
didn't find them. We did find another Merlin, a flock of California Quail and the usual town birds.
Heading northeast out of town we drove down Hawk Creek Canyon road all the way to the campground at
the end. The afternoon was waning and I didn't expect to find much when we got out to walk around,
but we found a flock of Wild Turkeys, a Townsend's Solitaire and a Northern Shrike along with ducks
in the lake and California Quail getting ready to roost in the thickets. The last species of the
day was a Great Horned Owl on a utility pole along US 2 east of Creston. We pulled into Omak around
7PM just in time to join the ABC field trip group at the Breadline Cafe.
1/20/2013 Eastern Washington birding trip - day 2 Bird list for the day
Following Ken Brown and the Advanced Birding Club field trip, we left the hotel at dawn - around 7AM
- and drove north to Riverside, then up the Riverside Cutoff Road to the Conconully Road. Pulling into
Conconully we clambered out of our vehicles into crisp sunlight. Packed snow on the streets squeaked
underfoot as we walked around looking for White-winged Crossbills and Bohemian Waxwings. Not
finding either one, we split up and drove up a couple of canyons leading out of town. Ken pointed
out a Northern Goshawk flying across the road ahead of us; I caught an unsatisfactory glimpse of it.
We found a few goldfinches and chickadees up the canyon and lots of California Quail and Mule Deer
in town, but no crossbills. We reassembled in the village and were about to head out of town
following a potty stop at the park by the lake when we and another car simultaneously spotted
crossbills, White-winged, in an alder tree at the edge of the park. After a few minutes they flew
up into nearby spruces to work on cones and we all got good views.
A few miles out of town, as we were driving down an open valley blanketed with snow, Wayne spotted a
flock of grouse sitting in a bush on the ridge above us. The group stopped for a closer look and
identified the grouse as Sharp-tailed, another of our target species. We admired them through
someone's scope, then others in the party found a few more closer at hand, in Water Birch along the
stream by the road. They're plump birds, pale in the bright light reflecting off the snow, with
attractive beige and brown scalloped breast and upperparts, and a short pointed tail.
Continuing on to Brewster we stopped at the junction of hwy 17 and 97 to scan the apple orchards for
waxwings. We didn't see any at first. I confidently called a House Finch a Pine Grosbeak but my
goof was soon overshadowed by the unusually pale Buteo someone spotted sitting on the blade of one
of the big fans growers use for moving the air around on cold nights. Ken identified it as a
light-phase Harlan's and got pretty excited about it, telling us we might go several years before we
saw another. I managed to get a few photos of it perched and in flight, a very pale Red-tail with
lots of white on the head and only a trace of a belly band and wrist markings on the underwing. The
tail was pale brown barred with darker brown above and almost white from below. Admiring the
Harlan's, we found a big flock of Bohemian Waxwings in nearby Lombardy poplars, then both a Prairie
Falcon and a Sharp-shinned Hawk by a barn not too far from the highway.
We drove the Cameron Lakes loop in the afternoon, climbing up out of the fog on an icy road and into
a brilliant snowy landscape sparkling in the sunshine under a bright blue sky. As around Odessa
yesterday, all exposed vegetation bristled with frost and everything was white. Ken stopped the
group several times simply for scenery photos - uncharacteristic of him according to others in the
group. We didn't find many birds to stop for, no Gyrfalcons or Snow Buntings, and not even many
chickadees, though we did manage to call up a White-headed Woodpecker in a patch of Ponderosa Pine. It
flew too quickly over us for good views. That was about our last stop before we descended back into
the fog at sunset and returned to Omak for dinner at a Mexican place.
1/21/2013 Eastern Washington birding trip - day 3 Bird list for the day
We spent the first hour or so of the morning wandering around Omak and Okanogan under a bleak stratus
overcast in an unsuccessful search for Redpolls. We found a couple of Merlins and Sharpies and a Cooper's
Hawk. They tend to hang out in towns in the winter, Ken told us, attracted by the small birds frequenting
feeders. After a while we drove west out of town on hwy 20 and found Common Redpolls along the highway
where it drops down into the valley of Wolf Creek. They were quite tame and I got some photos of them
in the road pecking at gravel, or perhaps de-icer, but wasn't in the right place at the right time to
catch them sunlit on riparian shrubs along the road.
We didn't find any birds over Loup Loup pass but photographed a frosted Bald Eagle outside of Twisp.
In town we searched for the Pine Grosbeaks reported feeding on frozen rotten crabapples in the
little park along the river downstream of the bridge. We didn't find them there but did eventually
locate them in another crabapple tree along Twisp Ave in a neighborhood upstream from the bridge on
the west side of the river. We found a flock of a dozen birds which included one scarlet male.
They were quite tame, and also oddly deferential to a smaller Townsend's Solitaire which
periodically showed up and claimed ownership of the crabapple tree.
After lunch the official ABC field trip ended. Wayne and I left the group and drove down to
Pateros, then up Central Ferry Canyon east of Brewster. Our target there was a Black-backed
Woodpecker and we found it scaling charred bark of a burned pine tree along the road into Packwood
Cemetery. The whole area burned last summer, a shame since it was a beautiful mix of riparian
brush, meadows, sagebrush hillsides, aspen groves and Ponderosa Pine forest. The forest in the
upper reaches of the canyon appears to have survived the fire better than the shrub-steppe and
riparian habitats lower down. In addition to the woodpecker we got some nice close-up photos of Red
Crossbills working on sooty pine cones in the late afternoon sunlight.
Back down along the Columbia and back under the persistent gray overcast, we made our last stop, to
hit a restroom and check out the ducks on Pateros Lake a few miles north of town. Canvasbacks, Redheads,
Lesser Scaup, Bufflehead and dense rafts of coots. We left there around 5PM when it got too dark to
identify birds and arrived home sometime before 9PM. It was a good trip, though next time I'd try to
stay out an extra day and head further north to Havilah to look for owls.
1/27/2013 Skagit Flats
Harlequin Ducks at Deception Pass
Snow Geese on the Skagit Flats
Taking advantage of what I thought would be a break in the weather, I drove up to Mount Vernon today
birdwatching. I was looking for particular species - Rusty Blackbird, Gyrfalcon, Long-tailed Duck and
Black Oystercatcher among them - and though I missed the blackbird and saw only the common ducks, I
found the Gyr on Fir Island and picked up the oystercatchers at Rosario. I also got some rather nice
photos of Bald Eagles, Rough-legs and a Peregrine.
I probably could have picked out the blackbird with the scope had it not started raining just as I
reached the reported location, a dairy farm at the jct of Pioneer Hwy and Gulhagen Rd about a mile
west of I-5 west of Arlington. I drove past the site at first and stopped a couple miles down the
road to photograph distant swans in a field in hopes of figuring out how to distinguish Tundra from
Trumpeter. When I returned the blackbirds were lined up on utility lines upwind of me so I couldn't
study them without getting the scope wet. They did land on the banks of a pasture pond but about
that time, the farmer drove up and they all flushed back onto the wires. I was afraid the locals
driving by would think me odd for standing along the road in the rain looking at blackbirds with
binoculars, but I did it anyhow. Nonetheless, no Rusty Blackbird.
Northern Harrier with mouse
Continuing up to Fir Island I found another car staking out the Gyrfalcon's usual hangout, at the
north end of Dry Slough Road where it meets the dike. I asked the occupant if he'd seen the
falcon and he pointed it out for me. Despite being a big bird it wasn't easy to see, perched on
a limb on the back side of a big cottonwood. I got the scope and tripod out in the rain this time
and confirmed the identity, a big gray-brown falcon with faint face pattern, streaked front, and
wingtips extending only halfway to the tip of the tail.
A mile down the road from the Gyr I stopped to photograph a young male Northern Harrier coursing
over a weedy field but forgot to reset the exposure compensation to 0 after photographing the
falcon. All the flight shots were blurred, but I did get a couple after he caught a mouse and set
down in the field to eat it. A stop at Jensen Access produced lots of Snow Geese but no
Black-crowned Night Herons at the nearby rookery. Perhaps the book is out of date on that point.
On the Samish Flats I photographed Bald Eagles, Rough-legged Hawks, a Peregrine and some swans.
I think I've finally figured out that all the swans I saw were Trumpeters, based on the wider
unfeathered opening and lack of yellow in front of the eye. Out on Samish Island I drove out
Wharf Road but saw only Goldeneyes and Red-breasted Mergansers, no Long-tailed Ducks. None off
Marsh Point either. Or at Rosario, though I did find my Black Oystercatcher there, and more at
West Beach in Deception Pass State Park, along with Harlequin Ducks and hundreds of Red-throated
Loons out over the channel. Back home looking at photos, I discovered a few Pacific Loons mixed
in with them - species #142 for the year so far.
Black Oystercatchers and Glaucous-winged Gulls off West Beach, Deception Pass State Park
On the way home I stopped at American Brewing Company in Edmonds and bought a growler full of
Caboose Oatmeal Stout, my new FBF (Favorite Beer Forever).
2/4/2013 West Seattle Fat Ass 50K Bird list
I ran and walked two laps today in a lightly supported race from the south end of Lincoln Park north
around Alki Point and Duwamish head, continuing south almost to the West Seattle Bridge. During the
first lap I kept track of birds. As I was rounding the Duwamish Head I spotted a group of Surfbirds
and Black Turnstones right along the seawall. They would have made a great photo op. I
misidentified the Surfbirds as the locally rare Rock Sandpiper and even uploaded the sighting to
eBird before some helpful birdwatchers, whom I'd earlier notified about my "Rock Sandpipers", showed
me the two species in their bird book. Fortunately I was able to correct my eBird checklist via my
phone before too many people got too excited about them. Ed informed me that evening that Surfbirds
are regular out there.
2/4/2013 Tramp Harbor Bird list
Surfbird and Black Turnstones
Surfbird (and Black Turnstone)
Black Turnstones in flight
Went out birding with David today. We returned first to Alki to look for the rockpipers again and
after some searching, we found them. The tide was lower so they were foraging in the seaweed at the
water's edge and bathing in shallow water nearby. We got our photos but missed the 1:40 ferry to
Vashon, limiting our time on the island. That was the other part of the plan, to catch the ferry
from Fauntleroy to Vashon and drive down to Tramp Harbor to look for Eared Grebes, said to be
regular there. I still remember scrutinizing the Horned Grebes off the Lovell's dock on Sabbath
afternoons 25 years ago, looking for an Eared. I never found one, and haven't since either, until
today. After about twenty minutes of scoping distant ducks in Tramp Harbor, I found two slender,
dark-necked grebes w/ dark faces (unlike either Horned or Red-necked) and vertically-elongated white
auricular patches. My first Washington Eared Grebes, and species #150 for the year so far. They
were too far out for photos but we did get some good shots of Red-breasted Mergansers feasting on
Surf Scoters in flight
Pigeon Guillemot fleeing the ferry
Red-breasted Merganser swallowing a Sculpin
We drove home via the Tahlequah-Point Defiance ferry to make a loop of it.
Marsh in O'Grady Park
It was one of those days where the forecast calls for rain but the precipitation holds off for a few
hours. Pale sunlight filters through the overcast and the air is still - perfect for bird photos.
Unfortunately I stayed up too late last night make it down to Nisqually NWR for the Wednesday
morning birdwalk. David and I walked down to O'Grady instead, and over the woodland trail to the
east meadow. I've long wondered if the cattail marsh nestled at the edge of the woods over there
hosts any rails. Virginia Rail is one of the local birds that I haven't picked up yet this year.
I got it today. I stood at the east end of he patch of cattails and played the "squeak" call on my
phone. About thirty seconds later a rail not more than 30 feet into the cattails responded with
the voice I usually associate with Virginia Rail, a series of high-pitched and somewhat grating
calls, the series accelerating slightly and descending slightly in pitch: "Jeeet jeeet jeet jeet
jeet eet-eet". It called once more, then again about twenty minutes later as we were starting back
up the trail. Bird activity was otherwise fairly slow. We carried long lenses and tripod but took
only a few habitat shots with the point-and-shoot.
Rail (blurred) behind cattails
Female Northern Shoveler
Northern Shovelers circling
David and I drove down to Hawks Prairie Settling Ponds in search of a reported Black Phoebe but
it was silent so we couldn't find it. High pressure building over our area generated cumulus clouds
in a bright blue sky then dissolved them again towards sunset as the air grew cooler and drier. I
blamed the lack of bird activity on the change in the weather. Not everything was quiet; where the
trail splits at the first (northwest) pond I called up a Virginia Rail in the cattails. Several
times it skulked silently back and forth through the cattails not fifteen feet from where I stood,
offering momentary glimpses through openings in the reeds. Smaller than I expected, with a long
bright red-orange bill. Due to user error I only snapped one photo and it was blurred. The rail
was quite vocal in response to my phone calls, giving not only the typical squeak series but also
a similar series of "kid-dik" calls and an unexpectedly low-pitched gutteral grunting.
Giving up on the phoebe we drove over to Nisqually where bird activity was also slow. The northwest
wind off the water was as chilly as the sun had been warm two hours earlier. The tide was high; all
the mudflats outside the dike were covered. We strolled to the boardwalk, continued halfway out to
Great Horned Owlets
its end, then returned. I'd more or less given up on my target bird, an American Bittern, but was
studying the standing straw along the dike nonetheless when I spotted a disturbance in the grass as
David passed ahead of me. It was the Bittern. "Looks like a chicken" someone said as we stood with
lenses focused on the bird. A sleek and fashionable chicken perhaps. We ended up with
than I expected, and that without any falcons.
David joined me on a quest to photograph a Glaucous Gull in Westport today. We stopped first at the
Hawk Prairie Settling Ponds and found the reported Black Phoebes right away but couldn't get any
good photos. Chickadees were tearing tufts of fur out of cattail heads, probably after insects
rather than the tiny seeds. Somewhere above them, apparently up in the Douglas fir trees bordering
the marsh, I kept hearing "tseetseet" calls - American Pipits? Up in Doug fir trees? I figured it
out when I heard the same call from the top of a willow, from a male Red-winged Blackbird.
Juvenile Western Gull snatching the Mackerel
Pale first-year gull (GxGW?)
Second-year Glaucous Gull
We stopped briefly at Mud Bay but didn't see much besides traffic. In Westport we drove along the
marina until we found gulls, a flock of them wheeling around the end of the Dock St pier where a
fishing boat was unloading frozen blocks of mackerel. Every now and then the fishermen would toss a
frozen fish out onto the pier. Half a dozen gulls would race over and battle for the prize while
all the others would get up in the air and cheer. They'd hang overhead on the breeze and swoop down
low over the water where we'd snap photos of them before they settled down again. Most were
Westerns or Glaucous-winged X Western hybrids but a couple of the first year birds were very pale
with almost white wingtips. I was trying to make them into Glaucous gulls when David spotted a real
Glaucous gull. Though somewhat mottled with pale brown below it was all creamy white above, just
like the last one I saw, at Green Lake back in 1982. The pink bill with sharp black tip is
distinctive, a characteristic not shared by the pale juveniles I'd been studying.
The fish fest over, the gulls dispersed and we ate lunch sitting in the car on the pier because the
wind was too cold outside. David was amenable to looking for Snowy Owls on Damon Point so we drove
over there after a stop at Bottle Beach on the way out of town, where the tide was low and the
mudflats patterned with ripple marks but birds were pretty quiet.
At Damon Point we were surprised by the number of cars parked along the road. We started out the
east side and spotted a couple of owls perched in the tops of Doug firs, away from the
photographers. Rather than follow the road to its end we cut south through the Scotch Broom, past a
David heading back to the car
somewhat skittish flock of Yellow-rumped Warblers and over to the beach where we talked with another
Nikon-carrying photographer and his girlfriend. He was using a 70-300 so I recommended the 300 f4
with a 1.4 teleconverter - modeled by David - as the next step up. He pointed a couple of owls on
driftwood out in the dune grass field, each hosting a small audience of photographers, and suggested
we not bother to go all the way out to the end of the point because there weren't any more owls out
there. We went out there anyhow. On the way we passed quite close to another owl which I
accidentally flushed while David was trying for a photo. We didn't end up with much in the way of
owl photos but did get some nice Sanderling shots. On the way back the sky overhead was bright and
clear but an offshore fog bank swallowed the sun just above the horizon so we missed a chance for a
green flash. Good outing nonetheless.
2/17/2013 Whidbey Island Crockett Lake Bird list
Fort Ebey trail
Monte on the course
Having only run a half yesterday in the morning
before church, I figured I'd do a marathon today. Monte and I carpooled up to Whidbey Island for
the Fort Ebey Kettles trail marathon. Monte agreed to stop to look for the Rusty Blackbird in
Silvana on the way up but it eluded me again. The race, a MerGeo run, was well-organized and the
trails well-marked but the course was much tougher than I expected. I quit after the first half and
went birding while Monte toughed it out to the end. I almost kept on going myself but my left AT
tendon was a bit irritated and I was overall just tired. Too little sleep recently I suppose.
The birding wasn't bad. I dropped down to Crockett Lake in search of a reported Greater
White-fronted Goose. No goose but lots of harriers, one of which caught a Meadow Vole and carried
it off in front of me.
Among other attractions I saw another Long-tailed Duck, and photographed Greater Scaup, Harlequin
Ducks and Northern Harriers but not, unfortunately, the Long-tailed Duck. Near the Keystone ferry
terminal I met local birder Joe Shelton and a friend of his from Pennsylvania. We looked at
cormorants together and he told me about Crockett Lake, an important stopover for migrating
shorebirds and a great birding spot. Regarding cormorants, he distinguishes Pelagics from Brandts
by the very thin bill, and also the smaller size, thinner neck etc.
2/27/2013 Woodland/Ridgefield Woodland Bottoms Bird list
I finally got together with Ed Newbold for a day of birding today. We drove down to the Vancouver
area in search of several species - the Tufted Duck reported in Camas and the Red-shouldered Hawk in
Woodland among them. We managed to get both of those, though not as easily as I though we would, and
picked up Sandhill Cranes, Great Egrets, Long-billed Dowitcher and Western Scrub Jay as well. The Tufted
Duck was a beautiful adult male. The Red-shouldered Hawk was a juvenile and we were lucky to spot it,
perched in a distant willow behind some dancing Sandhill Cranes we were attempting to photograph. We
ran out of daylight all too soon so had to hurry through Ridgefield in order to get to Camas for the
Tufted Duck before dark. Lots of driving and not much walking but I had a great time hanging out with
We ended up with 64 species for the day and though I didn't get any great photos, I did learn some
new birds, including how to distinguish wintering Long-billed from Short-billed Dowitchers. This
has more detailed information, but in brief here are the differences. In basic (winter)
plumage they are distinguished from Short-billed by a combination of characteristics. The eye
stripe runs straight back from the bill rather than arching up over the eye in the Short-billed.
The bill is longer and minimally drooping. The legs are longer. The pale area around the chin is
more limited while the dusky or barred area of the flanks is more extensive. The barring on the
tail is darker (the black bands being generally wider than the white bands). Also in the
Long-billed, the wing covert feathers are darker in the center than towards the edges, while in the
Short-billed they are uniformly brown with pale margins. Body shape is slightly differed;
Long-billed's tail angles up a bit more and primary projection is shorter so the back has a slightly
more concave appearance than on the Short-billed. Another difference - Long-billeds prefer fresh
water, Short-billeds saltwater.
3/02/2013 Northwest Trail Redmond Watershed Preserve Marathon
Beautiful sunny day for a run in the woods. I did the early start at 8:30AM and ran 5:45 overall including probably 15 minutes stopped at the
start/finish and the other aid station. I slowed down by an average of 30 sec/mile on each lap
after the first one, making the second half about 4% slower than the first. I began to stiffen up
and even get a bit sore in my hips and groin towards the end, perhaps still feeling the effects of
37 miles last Sunday, or perhaps the consequences of not running at all this past week.
While out on the trail, I remembered a dream from the night before.
I was running the Triangle in Jackson and starting up the last pitch of the hill at the Davis's when
I found a fence and line of cedar trees blocking the road. The fence crossed diagonally up the hill
from left to right, forcing me over to the right shoulder, then onto the steep embankment that drops
down into the field above Kenneth's. As I began to traverse the embankment it became a vertical
mossy cliff and I climbed carefully across it. The handholds were soft and the pasture was a long
ways below me; I was aware of the danger but did not feel afraid. I continued climbing across and
up the face of the cliff until my shoulders were on a level with the grassy lawn at the top of the
cliff. All I had to do was scramble up onto the lawn and I'd have made it up the hill but the
footholds, no longer rock but old wood beams like railroad ties, were loose. I clutched at the
grass of the lawn but it too came loose in my hands. I saw a small group of people far below me in
the pasture and remembered that I was associated with them somehow but I'm not sure they were aware
of me. Realizing that I would not be able to gain the safety of the lawn on top of the cliff
despite being so close, I gave in to the situation, raised my arms and fell backwards off the cliff
face. Unsure how to dream the falling, I woke up.
After the race I rinsed off with a half-gallon of warm water in the back of the car then drove over
to Marymoor Park to meet Susan, David and Jon at Marymoor Park for Cirque du Soleil. We had good
seats, just a few rows back from the stage, and the show was spectacular - beautiful costumes,
impressive acrobatics - a visual delight. Afterwards we ate a late supper at Taj Majal on NE 24th,
very good Indian food, as reported in the online reviews.
3/05/2013 Light at the End of the Tunnel registration opened (and closed)
We registered 430 runners online in seven hours today instead of the seven days I was expecting it
to take. We opened on time at noon. April set up the site on Databar yesterday afternoon and I
registered myself yesterday evening to verify that it was all working properly. This morning I
updated the mail-in form for 2013 and got it out on the site with ten minutes to spare. I posted
the updated web page with the online registration link at 12:02, by which time a couple of runners
had already registered, having figured out from last year what the link would be. Then we sat back
and watched the confirmation emails fill up my inbox. We received 200 in the first half hour.
After that it slowed down considerably but by 4PM we were just about at my original limit of 370,
which allowed for about 50 mail-in entries and another 50 entries for the spots reserved for 2012
volunteers and personal contacts. Given the short time we were open I decided to cut my mail-in
estimate in half and scrap the waiting list in order to allow more online entries. My final total
of 430 assumes just 25 mail-ins and 35 2012 volunteer entries and a dropout rate of 25% for a target
yield of 400 runners. I'm guessing that on race day we'll probably end up with somewhat more than
400, maybe 420 or so, and I think we can handle that. I'm also guessing that a lot of people who
wanted to run didn't get in, since we signed up 400+ last year when we only had 70 registered in the
first 7 hours. I'm guessing I'm going to be hearing from some of those people in the next few days,
and haven't decided yet how to handle that. Nonetheless Susan and I were pretty excited, watching
the registrations pour in.
3/25/2013 Kitsap Peninsula outing
Bald Eagle (digiscoped)
Eagle and Geese (digiscoped)
Bald Eagle (200-400)
I heard one Mountain Quail over by the Port Orchard airport last Friday when Ed and I went out in
looking for it but, curious as to whether there others in the area, returned today with David. It's
not too far away, only about an hour via the Narrows bridge. David and I hiked back into the
clearcut, then followed the track to the left over to the edge of the quarry. I called up a quail
fairly quickly in the same general area as before, in the tall Scotch Broom just off the northeast
corner of the old clearcut. We sat for a while to see if it would appear but it did not. That
technique would probably work better at 7Am than at 1:30PM, but it gave me a chance to finish my
lunch. We walked a bit farther west on the gravel track along the edge of the quarry and there
flushed two quail, both females or young birds, plump and short-tailed with uniformly dark brown
upperparts. They made sputtery calls when flushed, but with the quality of the male's "quireeep"
rather than the "pitpitpit" of California Quail. Later, from out in the middle of the clearcut,
we heard another male calling from near the northwest corner of the quarry.
The air was warm in the sun out in the clearcut and we were tired by the time we returned to the
car. Though I counted 27 species
, we didn't get any good photos so decided to continue over to a new
spot, Belfair State Park. The Marbled Godwit reported earlier was still there, along with Killdeer,
Dunlin and Greater Yellowlegs, so we got some photos. David suggested we try to refloat a wrecked
sailboat so we did, and poled it around a point to the mouth of the stream where the shorebirds
were roosting with a flock of mostly Mew Gulls. We ran aground and had to wait for 15 minutes or
so until the tide receded enough for us to walk ashore. A flock of nearby Dunlin provided photos
subjects in the meantime. I counted 18 species
, half of them ducks out on the bay.
David on our boat
Worth noting, we stopped at the 11th St Bridge in Tacoma to look for the Slaty-backed Gull which
as always for us, wasn't there, but while I had the scope up two Bald Eagles landed on pilings out
in the river. David tried taking a photo through the scope with his cell phone and encouraged by
the result, I tried using my Olympus point-and-shoot, the Tough TG-1 I bought for the trip to Maui
that we didn't take in January. To my surprise, it worked quite well, even just hand-held. It's a
bit of a trick to get it positioned right (removing the lens ring helps) and it needs to be on at
least moderate telephoto, but the results were better than I expected, comparable in quality
to my 200-400 at that long range.
3/29/2013 Hurricane Ridge
Susan at a viewpoint
Susan and I went on an outing together today, over to Hurricane Ridge on the peninsula. The road is
only open on Friday, Saturday and Sunday this time of year and I wanted to get over there to look
for a Sooty Grouse reported calling up there. And perhaps a Northern Pygmy Owl. If time permitted,
I'd try to hit a few places in Sequim as well but we didn't leave the house until after noon so time
didn't permit. On the way over to Port Angeles we stopped at the Indian art gallery for the
Jamestown S'klallam at Blyn where I took a nap while Susan shopped.
We finally started up the Hurricane Ridge Road at 4:45PM, late for small birds but not a problem for
the grouse. Though we stopped at most of the pullouts, it wasn't until we reached about 3900', just
above milepoint 13, that we started hearing them. Susan picked it up first, the low "voo vooop
vooop vooop vaooop vawooop" courting calls of the males. I scrambled up a very steep hillside to
try to spot the birds but they were high and out of sight in the crowns of stout old Douglas firs.
We heard several more farther up the road where snow still blanketed the ground.
Approaching the ridge we stopped more for photos than birds. We drove up into the fog and out of it
again while the snowbanks along the road grew until they were taller than our van. Up on top we
wandered around a bit in the bright sunshine admiring the distant mountains and marveling at all the
snow. We couldn't stay long though because the road closed at dusk, so we hurried down with only a
couple stops to try to call up a Pygmy Owl. No success there, though Susan did spot a Sharp-shinned
Hawk flying across in front of the car.
At the S'klallam rest area in Blynn I'd seen an ad for the Alder Wood Bistro
in Sequim so we stopped before heading home and got the last
two seats in the place. My Wood-fired Flatbread appetizer bound sweet figs, salty prosciutto, Greek
olives, fresh dill and bitter greens together with mozarella and a more pungent cheese in an
intriguing combination. The Polenta Lasagna was hearty and not too cheesy, but not as flavorful as
the appetizer either. Susan's steak was excellent, especially with the aioli and the greens. They
had Pike Octopus Ink on tap, a full-bodied and not too bitter black IPA. For dessert we had both
apple pie and flourless chocolate cake - the latter was better. The bill for two of us was over $100
but the dinner was as good as any we've had recently.
3/31/2013 Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday. A Harris's Sparrow up by SeaTac airport has been reported in eBird recently.
Harris's is one of the three rare wintering sparrows I've been trying to see before they head back
north for the summer. White-throated I saw at Sandy Daniels' a couple of weeks ago. Swamp I've not
been able to see despite several attempts. Harris's I didn't expect to get, but with one so
conveniently and specifically located, I decided to try for it this morning. I drove up there
around 10:30Am, fearing I might be too late since previous sightings had been at 8AM and 10AM, but
when I arrived there it was, scratching around under a California Bay just a few yards off the
street along with a Golden-crowned and a Fox Sparrow. I sat in my car across the street for an hour
or so longer and counted another 24 species
before heading home.
Late in the day I ran down to the river. The air had cooled a bit from the unseasonable high of 72F
earlier in the afternoon. Robins and Pacific Wrens were singing. Though their buds are swelling,
the alder and maple leaves aren't out yet so the understory moss, nettle shoots and early-blooming
Indian Plum seemed brighter than their summer greens. On the way down I heard the "brreet
brreet" calls of my first Northern Rough-winged Swallows for the season, putting my Washington
year-to-date total at 186. On my way back up in the same spot as before, on the road between the
last two curves above the field, I caught a glimpse of the Barred Owl flying overhead and away,
unexpected in the sunlight, having come out perhaps in response to my attempted Pygmy Owl imitations.