A quick almost end of the year update to bring everyone who is following up to speed!

Sunday was the Sooke Christmas Bird Count, the final of my big year.  My attention is split between two zones due to security clearance requirements.  The morning was spent with John Costello at Rocky Point Ammunition Depot.  While en route, I spotted a Barred Owl along the power lines for my first bird of the count.  It was a lot darker than it appears in this photo, so I felt lucky to catch this one!

 

The weather was less than perfect–the only CBC this month where we started out in wind and rain.  So much so that the boat at Race Rocks was unable to launch to pick up Jim Danzenbaker and Garry Fletcher. Alex Fletcher did his count from his staion on the rocks, and Garry augmented it using the web cams.

At Rocky Point, John and I checked the fields and shores, turning up the expected subjects, but as most people commented, in lower numbers than usual. A notable miss was Red-breasted Nuthatch, a normally common and vocal resident. When we were about half done, I looked at my watch and realized we only had 30 minutes before we were supposed to rendezvous with Jim for the afternoon component of the count.  We quickly headed to the Rocky Point Bird Observatory sites at Edye Point and the pond to tally up as many birds as we could, and we were on our way.  Next year, I hope to add a couple more people with RP security clearance to give better coverage to this site.

When we got to the Metchosin Cafe, many of the counters from the WIlliam Head Road group were already there warming up.  They had news of a good count bird: Black-legged Kittiwake!  While I had this bird already for the year, I did not have it for the Victoria Checklist area.  If I could refind it, it would tie me with Chris Saunders for the checklist year high total. Jim had spotted two at a great distance from Weir’s Beach. The birds were headed towards William Head prison.

There are advantages to having someone from the “inside” to gain access to high security areas.  John worked for many years at the William Head Instititute and has managed to gain access for us for the last three years to do the Christmas Bird Count.  There are other ways to gain access to prison, but they don’t all include the freedom to leave at the end of the day!

When we arrived, we headed straight to the bay where the kittiwakes had been heading. Nothing. We went to the point.  Nothing. At this point, I was working on Plan B for the next day.  We’d been counting birds for about 45 minutes when Jim looked through his scope across the water to Edye Point (yes, the same Edye Point that John and I had been at earlier in the day) and said “I’ve got one!”

I looked through his scope and got a not-great look at several gull-like birds at a great distance, but between the height of the scope and the tiny images, I couldn’t honestly say that I’d seen one. Sigh. Jim lowered the scope (ahh, the trials of being height-challenged) and was trying to refind the birds–which, of course, had moved farther away–when I said, “Nevermind.  I’ll count this one!”  A Black-legged Kittiwake passed just about 40 feet in front of us.  Success!  I was now tied with Chris at 251 species for the checklist area!  Then we saw another kittiwake.  And another.  And a young one, for a total of three adults and one immature, feeding, whorling, and zooming right in front of us.  Flying birds are difficult to photograph, but I was snapping away. I’d brought my older, higher zoom, lower resolution camera this time, but managed to get a few in-focus shots.

Notice the solid black “ink-tipped” look on the wings. I had my evidence shots, so of course, now the birds could relax and come closer.  And they did!  Two perched on a nearby outcrop for a couple of easier shots.

These were easily the best birds of my day and several other CBC teams also added this species to their lists.

Monday was Jim’s trip home, and again I joined him on the ferry for a chance look at a Brown Pelican, Red Phalarope or any other new bird for my list.   The trip would have been entirerly uneventful except that we ran into Ron Melcer and Rachel Gardiner on board.
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As Jim headed home from Port Angeles, I walked the new pathway west along the shore.  And then it happened–a list bird on the wrong side of the border!  I’m not printing the species here as I have avoided posting the names of birds that I’ve seen outside my count region, but let’s just say that two very large brown, huge-billed birds were perched on top of one of the pilings in the Port Angeles harbour.  Ergh!  The only good thing about this is that means they have come this far into the strait and I just might find one in my final days of the year.

There were even fewer birds on the way home and certainly none to add to the list.  At dusk, I had tea with Megan Lyden, who had been visiting Victoria over Christmas.  It seems I only socialize after dark these days.  🙂

On Tuesday, I signed up for a whale watching trip for another chance at those errant seabirds, but it was cancelled for low registration.   I headed north to take the Thetis Island ferry for the first time in my life and with hopes of finding a Black Scoter for the checklist area.  The ferry travels quickly, but you can use a scope while it is underway.  There were lots of seabirds in this waterway, including a good density of loons.  I picked up several species for my “county” list, but nothing new for the checklist.  There was one scoter that looked like a Black Scoter through my scope, but close examination of the distant photos showed a slightly lighter patch on the back of the head–just another deceptive immature male Surf Scoter.

There was still a bit of light left when we landed, so I headed up to Ladysmith and Yellow-Point Lodge, arriving just as the sun was setting.  There were a few birds on the water, but not the elusive Black Scoter.  This species used to be regular to common along the east coast of Vancouver Island, but is difficult to find south of Parksville these days.

Last night, we had a 4.8 earthquake, centred about 8 km from where I live.  Let’s hope that it didn’t chase away the Redwing, but shook the other birds up a little. I’ll be making another attempt on the water today, and unless something new is spotted, tomorrow, the last day of the year,  will be a checklist area blitz from dawn to dusk.  My last new species was on December 19 (Redwing).  Will I end the year with 268?

Or maybe you can help me to 269.  While looking at the kittiwake photos, I came across a picture I took on Sarita Lake on December 13.  It was a VERY long way away, and not identifiable through the scope.  We couldn’t find a closer access point, so the bird was put out of our minds.  Any suggestions?

 

 

 

 

 

This week I crossed that magical line.  I have less than one week left in my Vancouver Island Big Year.  I had expected that Christmas Bird Counts up and down the island would turn up a few rarities that I could chase, but so far, the Redwing has been the only one. Chased and counted!  With no counts between December 20 and December 27, I had planned another trip to the north island.  When I mentioned it to Guy Monty, he not only said that he’d be interested in coming along, he’d drive the logging roads to the Palmerston Recreational Area on the west coast, just south of San Josef Bay.  This would be a new place for me, adding to the locations visited during my year.  As you may recall, one of my goals for the year was to explore the island, so this was a super trip to include in the dwindling days of December.

First, though, I had another boat trip to do.  Jim Danzenbaker was coming from Washington to help with a Christmas Bird Count and add another set of great birder eyes to the trip north.  I couldn’t risk him finding something on the Coho without me, so I headed to Port Angeles to meet him.  Mike McGrenere came along as well.  The US side of the strait has been having a phenomenal run of pelagic birds making their way inland.  They’ve had thousands of kittiwakes, dozens of storm-petrels, and even a Laysan Albatross in recent days.

The trip over, like pretty much every trip I’ve taken on the Coho this year, was incredibly birdless.  Once we got past the line of Effluent Gulls, there were very few alcids, and most of those were Common Murres.  Finally, a less common bird appeared right off the bow.  A Fork-tailed Storm-petrel came off the water and flew for a few hundred metres alongside the ferry.

 

I already had this species for my year list, but not for my Capital Region or Victoria Checklist Lists.  This bird puts me at 250 for the checklist area, one below the current record held by Chris Saunders.  Can I find another bird or two for the area in then next six days? I didn’t set out to break this particular record, but now that I’m so close, I feel I need to put a little effort into it.

Coming back was more of the same.  In fact, almost exactly the same.  Shortly after returning to Canadian waters, we crossed paths with a single Fork-tailed Storm-petrel, possibly the same bird we’d seen a few hours earlier.  Two Brant also flew by the bow, but like the storm-petrel, too far from shore to make it into the count week for the Victoria CBC. More and more of these birds seem to be wintering in the area.  Thousands were reported on CBCs to the south, and the Sidney count had 200 just one day after Victoria dipped on this species.

From the ferry to the long drive north, Jim and I headed to Campbell River for the night. It was a little surprising as we passed Parksville that we started to see snow.  By the time we reached Campbell River, it had been sticking to the highways for a while, making the drive more challenging than usual.

In the morning, we met up with Guy and Donna Monty and continued north.  It was snowing a lot on some sections of the drive, particularly north of Sayward.  I was beginning to wonder if this was a good idea.

We stopped at Sayward and Kelsey Bay, Port McNeill and the Cluxewe campground on the way to Port Hardy for the night.I managed to add about a dozen species to my Mt. Waddington “county”, but no new species for the list. Despite interesting weather patterns and apparently an el Nino year, there is little evidence that is bringing many birds to the island.

We did manage to find a flock of White-winged Crossbills as well as a Marsh Wren at the Cluxewe campground.  Both species are considered rare for the area.

The next morning we headed out just about dawn. The road to Holberg was better than when I travelled it last April, but made more treacherous by compacted icy snow in some sections.  

The closer we got to the coast, though, the clearer the roads became.  We stopped in Holberg to check out the inlet as the sun was coming over the hills.

It was still cold, but we were happy to be dealing with frost rather than snow.

From Holberg to Palmerston, the road was surprisingly well maintained.  My Fit would have easily handled this section, although as Guy pointed out, it’s the blast rock that is the issue.  My tires could have been shredded.

The road to Cape Palmerston has a little problem.  It seems that a landslide caused some trees to make their way to the creek. Not only did they block the road, but they pushed the bridge about 10 metres down the creek.

We opted to walk the trail to Palmerston Bay.

The scenery was spectacular, and the wildlife less wary than we see on the south island.  Here are a few photos I took there.

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It’s only about 90 minutes from Port Hardy to Palmerston, yet it feels like a place that very few people have seen.  There was plastic on the beach, but it seemed that all of it was from boats or the Japan tsunami.

Oh, yeah–birds.  Offshore, we had hoped for some tubenoses and alcids, but neither were seen.  There were very few birds overall, the “best” being a distant look at a Black-legged Kittiwake.  Despite the lack of birds, this was a phenomenal place to visit.

The most interesting bird of the day was a Sharp-shinned Hawk. This is not a particularly unusual species, but this individual was. Rather than holding up in a tree and searching out prey, it had decided to take on a whole flock of crows.  We watched for an hour as it sat amongst them for a while, then would take to the air and chase one around. It didn’t pick on just one bird, repeatedly moving them around and getting them cawing.

We stopped at the Quatse Estuary on the way out, but again did not find anything new. Just as the sun was starting to set, we headed on home. It was Christmas Eve, and the first Tim Hortons was more than two hours away!

Tims shops were allowed to set their own holiday hours, but I think most of them were closed that night.  Certainly, all of the ones on our route were, so we managed to make the trip back in record time, taking just about 6 1/2 hours from Port Hardy to Saanichton.

On Christmas Day, we set out to find the Redwing again, and were stymied in the morning.  While taking a lunch break to warm up, Rebecca Clark-Coates called. She had seen an unusual thrush in her parents’ yard just about 4 km away.  Several birders decended on the Cedar Hill X Rd neighbourhood, but we didn’t manage to relocate the bird. The area is full of holly hedges though, so there may well be another errant thrush there.

Back at the South Valley site, we spent the last two hours of daylight waiting for the Redwing.  Sadly, we didn’t see it.

 

On Boxing Day, it looked like it was going to be a repeat of Christmas.  No thrush love in the morning.  While several birders held the fort at South Valley, Jim and I headed back to Cedar Hill.  There were almost no birds there at all this time around.  Disappointed, we went for a bit of smile time with the ducks at King’s Pond.

We’d just left the pond when I got a text message (one of my favourites for the year) from Guy.  “Rewibered” it said.  I had no trouble translating: Redwing in the holly bush!  We rushed back, missing Guy, as he had departed, but finding about six other birders trying to relocate the bird.  A few minutes later, Jim spotted it.  Success!

Susan Clark was among the birders who got to see the Redwing.  She had just flown in from Michigan to see it, outdistancing the birder from Minnesota who drove here a few days ago.  Let’s hope this bird sticks around for many to see!

My count remains 268 for the year, 250 for the Victoria Checklist area.

 

 

 

 

 

In a normal year, I participate in three Christmas Bird Counts.  This week, I was doing five.  There was a method in this madness.  The more people out looking for birds, the better the chances of them finding something unusual.  If I was in the area for the count, I hoped that I would get a tip and be able to go for the bird.

Friday was my third count of the week, this time in Nanoose on a team with Guy Monty and Garrett Beisel.  We started out on the water at Vesper Point in Moorecroft Regional Park and later spent time at Enos Lake.  It was quite quiet, but a very pleasant day.

What was noticeable was the lack of thrushes and other berry eaters.  Very few robins or Varied Thrushes. No Hermit Thrushes or Cedar Waxwings. It was far too quiet in the woods.  The lack of berries on the trees is undoubtedly the result of the lack of rain in the last spring and summer.  Is this the shape of things to come?

For the last fifteen years or so, I have coordinated the Victoria Christmas Bird Count. This year, with my Big Year underway, I will admit to being remiss in some of the tasks I usually undertake in preparation for the count.  Thank goodness I have 23 fantastic zone leaders to manage approximately 200 volunteers for our count day!

I was in disbelief as the fourth of my Christmas Bird Counts started out in great weather.  The forecast had been for stiff winds, but it was calm on land and on much of the surrounding waters.  I cover parts of two zones on count day as my RPBO security clearance is required for access to Department of National Defence lands.

Two days before the official start of winter, and we found Spring Gold in bloom!

Turkey Vultures have become an expected bird on our counts.  Twenty years ago, people wouldn’t easily accept a winter sighting of this species.

We moved on to our next sites in the afternoon.  My next stop is another restricted area, the DND Diving Dock in Colwood.  In the summer, this spot has a good Purple Martin colony.  On Saturday, things were slow, just as we were seeing elsewhere.

This is, until my phone rang.  Nathan Hentze had just found a Redwing!  Two years ago, a birder from Calgary had photographed a bird he didn’t recognize while in Victoria in mid-December.  Those photos didn’t surface until three months later when Dick Cannings was asked for identification help.  It was a Redwing.  Oh, the angst among the birding community, and in particular, in a certain Christmas Bird Count coordinator.  It did get recorded as a count week bird, but despite many hours of searching (albeit months after the sighting), we could not relocate the bird.  And now, two years later to the week, Nathan had another–less than 100m from where the earlier sighting had occurred.

 

With my counting of my area more than half done, yes, I abandoned the count to go look for this bird.  And I even called a few other folks that keep local lists, several of whom guiltily left their count sites as well. The more eyes the better for relocating a cryptic bird like a Redwing.  Two hours later, the group of about a dozen birders who were holding out hopes still hadn’t seen the bird when all of a sudden, it appeared.  Before the spotter could describe where it was, it flew across the road and into some dense brush.  A few people caught a glimpse.  I wasn’t one of them. Neither were the handful of people who had left just fifteen minutes earlier.

I wandered around the houses to the back side of the brush to see if it had snuck through.  My phone rang.  It was back on the other side! Of course, by the time I got there, it was gone.  Frustration was growing as the light was dimming. Was I ever going to see this bird?

Just about at the last possible light, Steven Roias and Amelie Rousseau came up the street.  I had called them earlier and intercepted them to point out where the bird had been seen. At the last “Vanna White” type sweep of my hand over to a holly thicket, Steven put up his binoculars and said, “Oh, there it is.”  I don’t think he’d even broken his stride!  Thankfully, in the one minute or so the bird stayed in the bush, almost everyone got on it, including me. Bird #268! Sadly, there was one birder  (who I will leave nameless) who had wandered just down the block, but it was too late for him.

The next day was the Sidney/South Salt Spring count, and a few zones got a bit of a late start while the participants tried to get an early morning glimpse of the bird.  Others had come from the BC Mainland and up island.  Dawn to dusk, the Redwing failed to show.
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In the meantime, teams were spread out over the Saanich Peninsula, Salt Spring Island and in boats on the surrounding waters on yet another gorgeous morning.  The best bird IMHO was a Fork-tailed Storm Petrel in the Saanich Inlet, found by Marilyn Lambert. This is the second year she’s found this species in this unlikely location.

 

We did get a couple of good showers in the afternoon, which provided an opportunity for another rainbow shot.

 

I also saw my best Cadborosaurus ever!

At the wrap up, it was clear that owls had not been cooperative.  These were the only ones I’d seen that day.

I went out after the wrap up and managed to add one species, Barn Owl, to the list.

Five CBCs done!  Five wonderful days.  Now on to the next adventure. The clock is definitely ticking!

 

 

 

 

 

What I couldn’t tell you in my last post was that I was going to sneak away from the island last Friday  for a couple of days–always a dangerous thing.

A surprise party in Portland for Shawneen Finnegan had been in the works for several months, and I was determined to go.  It gave me another opportunity to find a Red Phalarope or other marine bird on the trip across to Port Angeles, but I had to turn my GPS tracker off after that.  Didn’t want to tip Shawneen off just in case she checked my “where’s Ann” page!

The weather was good, and while the seas were not flat, I was sure that if there was a Red Phalarope or Brown Pelican out there (or even a kittiwake to add to my Victoria list), I’d have a great shot at seeing them.  Alas, it was not to be, and I hit the US border without a new species.  Jim Danzenbaker hosted me and I almost blew the subterfuge by posting an eBird checklist from Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge when we birded there on Saturday morning.  I deleted the list within a minute of posting it, so nothing was given away!  Shawneen’s surprise party was a great success, with guests from New Jersey and California as well as many members of the Washington and Oregon birding communities. Not only did we get to celebrate her special birthday, two days earlier David Irons had proposed and she said “Yes”!  Great reasons to celebrate with friends!

Even though I was only gone for two days, I watched the bird reports nervously.  Thankfully, nothing new was reported on the island while I was out of range.

It was a quick turnaround, travelling home overnight Saturday to catch the first ferry from Tsawwassen so that I could head to Bamfield for their Christmas Bird Count.  I arrived at the terminal in a gale; the last four ferries of the day on Saturday had been cancelled.  I was definitely concerned that the first Sunday ferry might be cancelled too, but we managed to leave the dock about 30 minutes late.  Given the wind at 2 in the morning, I was surprised by how calm it was once we got to the Gulf Islands.

I met up with Daniel and Leo Donnecke in time to make the trip to Bamfield in daylight.  Thankfully, Daniel was driving, so I just got to snooze in the back seat.  While we were enroute, though, the reports started to come in.  Fork-tailed and Leach’s Storm Petrels in Sooke, Black-legged Kittiwakes all over Victoria during the next two days.I have  all of those species on my year list, but sadly not on my Capital or VNHS Checklist list.

We arrived in Bamfield with just enough light to visit Pachena Bay, the first time I’d been there since the early 1980s. 

 

A surprise was the number of California Gulls still in the area. A Barred Owl was an interesting addition to our first evening’s list.

The Bamfield Christmas Bird Count included two parts–the morning on the water and the afternoon on land.

 

It was a beautiful but cold day in Bamfield.  I was assisted by new birders Nelson and Jan and driver Dylan as we travelled north and among the islands along the coast.

We got a good variety of species, although nothing really unexpected.  It was a very scenic way to spend the morning.

Barrow’s Goldeneyes and Buffleheads dodged the logs in the log sort. A large flock of Surfbirds flew past and settled on small rocks along the shoreline.

Western Grebes appeared first in ones and twos, but ultimately we came across a raft of more than 150.

Black Oystercatchers put on a show for us. Note the dark bill tip on the individual at the top. This is a sign that it is a younger bird.
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Daniel and Leo got a much rougher ride out into the Broken Group on the Coast Guard boat.  We joined up after lunch for a return trip to Pachena Beach with local birder Gordie.

At the Pachena Campground, we came across a lone Tundra Swan, possibly the first for a Bamfield Christmas Bird Count.   We finished up the day rounding up a few ducks on the small lakes in the area.  One crossbill flew over, making a strange enough call that we wondered if it was a White-winged, but we couldn’t get our eyes on it.

Thanks to Anne Stewart for coordinating this count and making arrangements with Shirley at the Bamfield Marine Station for accommodation for us!  It was great to have a clean warm place to call “home” while we were there.

Tuesday was a travel day back to Victoria and just enough time for me to put up my Christmas tree before heading north again for the Deep Bay Christmas Bird Count.   I met up with coordinator Bill Stewart, team leader Mike Miller, and several other experienced birders to cover their traditional area.  We had the south part of the circle, from the Big Qualicum River area up to Jamison Rd.

It was another beautiful day, and the comeraderie was good!  I kept mentioning White-winged Crossbills (you know if you say the name enough, the bird will show up, right?) to the point that I was getting teased a little about it.  Several groups of crossbills flew over and even landed in view, but no white wing bars to be seen.

Shane Tillapaugh found a Western Meadowlark on the north side of the river, a good bird for this circle.  At the hatchery, eagles were “singing” loudly from the trees.

 

We found a few birds we couldn’t count, but we still could photograph.

We had about a dozen places to visit, including a playing field off Lions Way.  It was pretty quiet there with just a few  Killdeer in the field and a few birds in the trees.  I started scanning the treetops with my scope looking for falcons, when a small flock of 15 crossbills crossed my field of view.  Plain, plain, plain, white wing-bars, plain, WAIT!  White wing-bars!  I finally had my White-winged Crossbill. There was a pair in this little flock.  Species 267!

Another great sighting was an iceberg in Georgia Strait.

Okay, it wasn’t really an iceberg.  This is the tip of Mount Baker, barely visible above the horizon.  If you didn’t know local geography, though, it would have been easy to mistake this for an iceberg.  we birded until dark, then I headed home.

Thursday was an errand and prep day.  WIth Christmas Bird Counts on the next three days, I was a little grateful for the rain.  I did a bit of gull watching at Esquimalt Lagoon, but it was not a good day for birding.   The weather gave me an excuse to take care of business–well a little bit of business, anyway.

In a few hours, I head to Nanoose to meet up with Guy Monty for the count there, then Saturday is Victoria’s and Sunday is Sidney’s.  Will we turn up a couple more species this weekend?  Only time will tell!

 

 

 

The quest for a Great Gray Owl remained true to form with no sign of the bird, or even of the woman who claimed to see it.  Guy Mondy joined in the search, but ultimately had to move on to more productive tasks. I visited a number of probably locations in the area and put up posters in the hopes that someone had seen it and would call.

Anytime you do something like that, you run the risk of some pretty bizarre sightings.  I’m glad to say that I haven’t had any of those, but sad to say , I haven’t had anyone report a sighting of this owl, either.

I went to the end of the Lowry’s Rd and found an amazing cheeseworks and winery.  The cheese was good (I bought Brie), but what was amazing was their willingness for people to roam their property. Here is the sign at the entrance to the Little Qualicum Cheeseworks:

 

I didn’t have time to roam the property on that stop, but I’ll be back.  Free cheese and wine samples, too!

You may have noticed that the weather this week has been… well, weather!  There has been rain and there has been wind. Surely, all this wind must be blowing a pelican or two this way!

Technology has provided many new ways for us to get a better sense of what is going on out there.   One of my personal favourites is the Earth Wind Map at http://earth.nullsoft.com.  If yuo haven’t visited this site, prepare to be mesmorized. I’m providing a screenshot here, but the site is an animated globe of the world’s winds.

In this photo, you can see that the wind is slamming the island from the south/southwest.  But notice where the wind is coming from!  It’s passing over the Aleutians and then on to us.  There could be a Brambling or ten, or some other special bird being blown in.

With a lot of that going on, Jeremy Gatten and I hit the road last weekend to check out what might have ended up in Port Renfrew.  Try as we may, we couldn’t come up with any new birds for my list, but we did run across one uncommon sighting: Ed Pellizzon. Ed is a surfing birder–heavy on the surfing these days–and had come for the waves instead of the birds. He wasn’t having much better luck than Jeremy and me.  We birded together a bit, finding an interesting spot at the end of Island Rd where we found a Cackling Goose, Greater White-fronted Geese, and a Swamp Sparrow. Closer to the townsite, we found a Hermit Thrush working the shoreline.

By late afternoon, the rain was pretty persistent, pushing us home.

A report of a white wing-tipped gull in Cobble Hill influenced my decision on where to bird on Monday.  I think I might have found the flock, but the taget bird stayed out of range for me as it had for others.

Gulls are difficult even if you get a close look.  At this distance, I wouldn’t even hazard a guess. I did get an interesting photo of a Ruby-crowned Kinglet.

 

Tuesday morning brought even more rain and a special trip to Prospect Lake Golf Course, which in the midst of a change of use.  Only four of us were stupid, er, bold enough to bird in the rain.  I couldn’t help but notice that a lot of the habitat seemed suitable for a Long-eared Owl.  This is a species that I believe is vastly underreported on the island, and I’d missed not one, but two, in the first part of the year.  We looked and looked, but didn’t find an owl.

I met up with some other birders for lunch and a birthday celebration of David Sterling’s 95th trip around the sun. Just as I was leaving, I got a call from Mike and Barb McGrenere.  They had just found a Long-eared Owl!  I raced to the site (which will remain out of this post for now) to find a lovely Long-eared out in the open for good looks and species number 266!  Thanks, Mike!

There’s always a fine line between protecting sensitive species and sharing unusual bird sightings, and in this case, many birders had an opportunity to see this bird.  Sadly, there are those who are not satisfied with a look or a capture taken from a distance that doesn’t harass the bird who feel the need to get as close as possible. That has led to a general “rule” that says that such sightings don’t get posted immediately and that the exact location only be spread by word of mouth.

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The young Tundra Swan is stil there, hanging out with the Trumpeter.

A cruise by the site formerly known as Rapers’ Pond provided an update on the changes there.  The field is flooded, as the owner anticipated, and there were a few ducks.  The lack of cover doesn’t seem to deter dabblers and both Gadwall and Mallards were present.   There was also a change that the owner probably didn’t expect, and confirms some of my feelings about invasive plants in my own yard, where my house sits at the top of a steep bank.  Denuded of roots and vegetation to mitigate the rain flow, the bank above the field has given way and a numbe of very heavy retaining wall blocks aren’t retaining anything anymore.  It looks like a big chunch of the hill dropped a couple of feet.

Later in the afternoon, a trip to Blenkinsop Lake revealed a roosting Northern Saw-whet Owl.  As I said earlier, caution must be taken when releasing information about sensitive species, but I’d defy anyone to find this owl based on this photo!

 

Here’s a hint. It was somewhere near the bridge. The point, with both the Long-eared and the Northern Saw-whet Owl, is that they are out there, and we probably walk by them on a regular basis. Listen to the smaller birds.  They are probably your best allies in finding owls.

Thursday morning, I found myself in the rain yet again.  I ran into Aziza Cooper at Clover Point, both of us looking for something the storms might have brought in.  There was one dark-backed gull, but judging his behaviour and response to people, I think he must have been there a while.

 

Gulls are hard!  Trust me when I tell you that even people who are gull experts argue about them. One of the really big differences between bird ID today and bird ID even 20 years ago is that with digital photography, debates can continue almost indefinitely.  I really wanted this bird to be a Slaty-backed Gull, but the eye, despite having a dark smudge isn’t mean enough and the orbital ring isn’t red enough, in my opinion.  If there are any gull experts who would like to turn this into species 267, I could be persuaded!  😉

The wind was blowing so hard the rain drops were leaving horizontal streaks on my windshield.  Not fine weather for birding, but as I left the point to head to the next stop, I was greeted by sunshine, waves crashing against the seawall, and a double rainbow. That’s supposed to be lucky, right?

Within about half an hour, I got an email from Germaine Taylor with news of an odd bird at a friend’s feeder. Joyce Nordwall had just seen a fairly large and definitely bright, orange bird at her suet feeder. It was chased off by a flicker.  I was about a half hour away, but off I went.

I didn’t miss anything in my travels.  Joyce had not seen the bird again — yet. One of the nice things about feeder birds and some hosts is that I got to sit inside drinking tea and eating cookies while watching for the bird.  And watch I did.  After three hours, no sign of what is most likely an oriole.  A Baltimore?  That would be fantastic.  A Bullock’s?  Also fantastic for a record, but not helpful for my list.  Joyce is going to keep a watch for it, and I’ll definitely be making a return visit.  It goes to show, though, that an unusual bird can turn up anywhere–maybe even at your feeder!

Next week promises to be one of the most strenous of the year. I am planning, weather permitting, to do five Christmas Bird Counts in a week, starting with Bamfield on Monday.  This may put me in the right place at the right time for some additions, or may put me many miles away as birds are discovered in other locations.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed for luck and will try to post an update mid-week, but like the bird sightings, no guarantees!

 

After my last post, I continued searching for birds that refused to show up for several more days before I had a bit of an epiphany.   While not finding Gray Jays (but getting a flat tire) on the Malahat, I had plenty of time for introspection and review of my year to date.  It has been awesome to get out birding almost every day this year, but admittedly, some days have been better than others.  I started to build a ranked list of what kind of birding days were the best and what were the worst.  Here’s what I came up with, from best to worst.

1. Finding an unexpected bird while out with friends
2. Finding an unexpected bird by myself
3. Finding a target bird with friends
4. Not finding a target bird with friends
5. Finding a target bird by myself
6. Birding with friends without a specific target
7. Birding by myself without a specific target
8. Not finding a target bird by myself
9. Being the first person to see the last person who saw a target bird.

 

At this point I had 263 species on my list (including Gray Jay — I was trying to augment my Victoria list), and the chances of many more days where I might find a new bird was very low.    A few days earlier, Mike McGrenere had told me that one year, he didn’t get one new species in the last 6 weeks of the year. How would I feel if I was done–if I didn’t get even one new bird for my list?  The more I thought about it, the more I realized that 263 was a fantastic number!  I’d known since about June that my arbitrary total of 275 was probably going to be unattainable without an awful lot of luck.  I thought I might end the year with around 265.  I was pretty much there!

When I put all of these thoughts together, I had a strategy for the rest of my big year.  I didn’t want most of my days to be a #8 kind of day.  I would certainly continue to chase any rarities that showed up, but I am not going to dwell on adding new birds.  I am just going to get out birding every day, preferably with friends, and enjoy the days.  I have plans for the Christmas Bird Count season, and an idea for Christmas week, but I decided I was really going to be fine if 263 was it.  December will be filled with good birding days!

Friday birding at Maber Flats was atypical.  The cold weather had frozen most of the water and all of the ducks were huddled together in one spot.  Raptors were the highlight of the day, though.  A Peregrine Falcon and Bald Eagle were playing “chicken” with each other above us, while closer to us, an American Kestrel snagged a Townsend’s Vole for breakfast.

 

 

Later I met up with Jenna McCullough and her dad, Mike, from Idaho. They were doing a whirlwind trip of Vancouver Island, so we hit birding hotspots Goldstream Park and Esquimalt Lagoon, then headed to Victoria Harbour for some sunset shots.

 

On Saturday, Derrick Marven phoned with news that the errant Snow Buntings were still in the Cowichan Bay estuary, most recently seen on the central dike.  He recommended an early start would be the most likely way to get them.  Unfortunately, I had a commitment on Sunday afternoon, so I thought I would try for the buntings on Saturday afternoon.  I called Mary Robichaud and the two of us patrolled the dike. We didn’t find Snow Buntings, but we did find an unexpected Least Sandpiper  and  even less expected Common Redpoll,  feeding all by itself in a small alder tree.  That made it a #1 kind of day! We checked a couple of other potential Snow Bunting places, but still didn’t find them.

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Despite my plans on Sunday, I decided I had to go back for another try.  I’d headed out on the dike and came across a couple with an energetic dog coming the other way.  They hadn’t seen the buntings, which I was sure their dog would have flushed.  I turned around, set to check out the dock road and was almost at my car when I got a text from Mary.  “Two SNBU 2/3 of the way out”.  Texting is a great communication tool, but sometimes you just need to talk. I called Mary, who it turned out was already out on the dike.  She’d found the birds, but they had flown off!  Erggghh!   I hurried out to find the point last seen to start my own search.  At least they were still in the general area. We walked the rest of the way out to the viewing platform, where I was determined to stay until I saw  the buntings moving in the field.  I’d been up there about 10 minutes when an unfamiliar sound came up behind me.  Sure enough, they passed over my head and into the field where Mary had seen them earlier. #264!

 

Seconds later, Jody Wells called with a potential Redhead at Martindale Flats.  Now that I’d decided that 263 was okay and after an 18 day drought, could I possibly get two new birds in one day?  A confirmation call a few minutes later said it was a false alarm.  The duck was a scaup. Mary and I looked around for a Redhead for a bit, then I had to get back to Victoria to do a slide show for the Cridge Seniors Centre.  (I do these shows to raise funds for RPBO.  If you belong to a garden club, seniors group or any other community group, and want a birdy slide show, let me know!) After the presentation, I had a text from Mary. She’d checked out the duck and thought it might just be a Redhead.  Off I went.  The light was fading, but I got a few bad  pictures–just enough to be optimistic about the ID of the bird.  It was hanging out with a Canvasback, just like a Redhead should.  Richard James managed to get some better shots which I shared with some folks that were more knowledgeable in duck ID than I am,  but felt good that I had #265.   However, it was not to be. The final consensus was that the bird was a weird scaup, just as Jody had suspected.

I so wanted this bird (right) to be a Redhead. But it was ruled a scaup.

In the meantime, though, a report of a Yellow-breasted Chat came up through eBird.  A chat?  There were only three records for the Victoria Checklist, but one was an early November record.  And there were photos!  Definitely a chat.  I made plans to meet up at the location with Daniel Donnecke and Mary Robichaud before sunrise the next morning. Thankfully, the feeder was visible from the street and the hosts were folks who had participated in the Christmas Bird Count for years, so were birder-friendly.

An equally unlikely report of a Nashville Warbler in Port Alberni popped up.  Really?  Two uncommon summer birds on the island at the same time.  Could I get them both?

We stood in the cold and the dark Monday morning, eyes glued to the bird feeder, when just about ten minutes before sunrise, we heard a chat chatter.  Within a minute, it was up on the feeder where it had been photographed at dusk the day before. Success!  #265!

I took advantage of the early success to drive to Port Alberni, meeting up with Sandy McRuer at the spot where he’d seen the warbler.  The next few hours were spent strolling the neighbourhood and back lanes looking for this elusive bird.  I found an Orange-crowned Warbler and some very spotted Spotted Towhees, but no Nashville.

 

 

A bio break at the nearby Tims raised a question about my gear. I told the server about my quest for the warbler, and when I got my cup of tea, she’d written a note on the lid.

I’ve been back to the chat site (the bird one, not an online discussion group) a couple of times with other friends, and have gone out birding this week with Guy Monty, Kim Beardmore and Elaine Preston. Today, in the pounding rain, Kim and I did a bit of civilized pelican searching at Cathy Carlson’s place near Jordan River.  There haven’t been any more new birds, but it’s been a fun week.

Oh, and I guess I should mention that I received a second-hand report of a possible Great Gray Owl in the French Creek area of Oceanside last Sunday.  Could I…..?