Monday, March 23, 2009

Penguins of the North, Birding in Alaska

We are in Cape Town and this is the first weekend in many months that I took a break from chasing birds, except for popping out to Strandfontein SW to try find a Hottentot Teal, dipped on that quest and was feeling grumpy, hungry and did not want to be there. So the rest of the weekend we had a fine time, over a braai with Mike and Sabine and the girls on Saturday and a feast of seafood on Sunday over in Hermanus with Bri, Di, Andre and Sannet. Long glorious walk after lunch along the coastal trail, just what I needed. Glimpsed dolphins and a whale in the bay too.

Our adventure to see the Macaroni Penguin a few weekends ago reminded me to post my piece that I wrote about chasing penguins in Alaska a few summers ago.

Penguins of the North.
Summer birding in Alaska.

The Pribilof Islands are five fog blanketed islands in the vast Bering Sea. The bleak and beautiful landscape is vegetated with lush tundra grasses and exquisite wildflowers. Summer home to hundreds of thousands of cliff-dwelling seabirds and the huge rookeries of northern fur seals. Permanent home to a hardy group of Aleut people, once slaves of the fur seal harvest, now integrated into an American lifestyle and running the tourism on St. Paul Island.


Our destination is St Paul Island, Alaska, in search of exotic birding and wildlife viewing. The PenAir flight takes us three hours from Anchorage, across the Bering Sea between Alaska and Siberia, to St. Paul Island. It is one of the 5 islands of the Pribilofs, with just on 500 residents it has Alaska’s largest population of Aleut people. It is also home to the arctic fox, the rookeries of northern fur seals, a reindeer herd and in spring and summer a unique destination for adventurous birders. Birders arrive on tours organized by Tanadgusix Corp., the tribal corporation for St. Paul village and owner of the island’s only hotel.

St. Paul’s main attraction for birders is the vertical cliffs high above the Bering Sea. Crowded on the rocky ledges are the thousands of nesting seabirds, amongst them the much sought after Alcids or penguins of the north, so-called because of their similar body designs. All of the twenty or so species of Alcids share a few basic features. The birds have stout, streamlined bodies; short, narrow wings; thick, waterproof plumage; short tails and feet set well back on the body. With the scope or binoculars trained on them they are beautiful to look at with their dapper black and white plumage patterns and their droll feathers.

The nesting season on the islands is brief and one of the first species to return to the Pribilofs each spring is the Northern Fulmar, a stocky, medium-sized gull that glides stiff-winged. The swift flying Alcids arrive - the Horned and Tufted Puffins; Thick-billed and Common Murres; Parakeet, Least, Rhinoceros and Crested Auklets; Ancient Murrelets, and even though they are built for marine life they land to breed in vast numbers on the precipitous ledges, rocks and boulders of the islands. The largest of the Alcids are the Tufted Puffins; they are about the size of pigeons and weigh up to 1 kilogram. The Black-legged and Red-legged Kittiwakes, Red-faced Cormorants add diversity and noise to the colonies. Out to sea the Scaups and Harlequin Ducks demanded endless attention while the Steller’s Eider young males and King Eider females are challenging to identify.

The spring and fall migrations also attract a handful of hardy birders hoping for the thrill of a potential Asian vagrant blown off course by the notorious storm winds of the Bering Sea. Our knowledgeable guides mentioned that the best time to see the Asiatic migrants is late May and early June. Late August and early September are best for sighting unusual North American migrant land birds. More than 240 species have been identified here on the Pribilof Islands. The islands are the only accessible place some birds are seen such as the Red-legged Kittiwakes. Eighty percent of the world’s Red-legged Kittiwakes breed right here on the Pribilof Islands. Other species, such as the Red-faced Cormorant are rarely seen in such abundant numbers.

The elements are wildly extravagant on the Pribilof Islands. Summer on the islands is bleak and foggy, downright cold and the arctic July winds buffed our faces a ruddy red. The normal summer temperature range is from 2 to 10 degrees centigrade and we felt the cold because of the wind chill factor. The long daylight hours made each day feel like 2 days worth of birding, we were out for long stretches of time during the morning, afternoon and late into the evenings.

Less than an hour after our plane arrived, Andy our guide, along with binoculars, spotting scope and tripod had us hanging over the 30 meter cliffs at Tolstoi Point. In view were the puffins, we took a long breath and the arduous flight and the stressful waiting to leave the mainland was over, the shrieks and squawks from the cliffs almost as deafening as the surf and wind. The obsession with feeding and breeding is clear, the Tufted Puffins are particularly comical and I could see why the literature calls them “flying cigars” in flight. They move very quickly close to water and they feed by diving, and then flying under water with their wings in pursuit of small minnow-like fish. We also watched the Glaucous-winged Gulls pecking at seal carcasses which certainly help keep the beaches clean.

The birds’ obsession with feeding was mirrored by our own obsession and the only restaurant in town, which is more like a canteen, is at the airport and became both the meeting place as well as the refuge from the endurance birding out on the tundra. Dana was running the place; she was on St. Paul Island on contract for the summer from Anchorage and cooked volumes of wholesome Alaskan food. It was not uncommon to find reindeer sausage, halibut, crab or salmon on the buffet menu. We chatted to Taiwanese photographers, Connecticut Audubon birders, scientists, researchers, biologists, Coast Guard and government employees and the like in this bustling meeting spot. Everyone here seemed to be on the island to probe and learn more about seals, birds, plants or people.

One of the many delights is watching the birds manage their eggs on the precarious cliff edges. The Thick-billed Murre lays one pale green speckled pear-shaped egg and its shape prevents the egg from rolling off the cliff ledges. The Horned Puffins choose large crevices for nesting while the Tufted Puffins nest in the cracks or scrape a burrow in dirt on the cliffs. The social hierarchy is evident on the cliffs. Each of the different bird species has its nesting preference which minimizes the conflict between the species. The Northern Fulmars dominated the larger ledges. The Parakeet Auklets find the tiniest of cracks higher up the cliff face. The nests of the Red-legged Kittiwakes, made of grass and mud seem to balance on non-existent ledges and it’s a marvel that they do not plummet to the Bering Sea below.

Our quest was for long walks along the windswept rugged coastline and when the fog lifts, the vistas across the tundra. St Paul is less than 22 km long and 13 km wide. The island has been shaped by volcanic activity and stripped down to bare rock and stunted tundra vegetation by wind. The walking is easy on the soft spongy tundra. Amongst the cottongrass tussocks and mosses are a profusion of tundra wild flowers, the prolific purple Arctic Lupines dominate but when we slowed down and started to pay close attention to detail we were thrilled to see Arctic Forget-me-nots, Chocolate Lilies, bright yellows Alaska Poppies and the many species of cinquefoil. There are no trees on the island although the guides take much delight in showing off the few stunted introduced trees that look out of place and rather miserable. The Snow Buntings, Gray-crowned Rosy Finches and the Lapland Longspurs entertained us with their beautiful series of tinkling notes along our walks. This longspur is one of the most common small birds on the moist tundra. Like the Snow Bunting, it has a long hind toenail and runs, rather than hops.

From the observation blinds at the Northern Fur Seal rookeries, Callorhinus ursinus, we watched mothers nursing pups, males fighting over females and all the rest of this raucous smelly scene. Even though the scene looks haphazard we were told that the seal rookery is a society ruled by protocol. The number of seals are overwhelming, experts put their numbers at anywhere between 600 000 and 800 000 mammals. Northern fur seals have short, pointed faces with large rear flippers. The pups are black at birth but as they mature they become dark brown in coloration, with a pale patch on the neck.

The first time I glimpsed the arctic fox, Alopex lagopus, its size was a surprise, standing about 30 centimeters tall and no bigger than our cat back home. They were scrawny and in summer a dark nondescript grey, brown colour. We kept bumping into the foxes on our walks as they sneaked around after bird eggs on the cliffs. They are agile and nimbly climb up and down the cliffs, carrying off an egg or two in their cheeks.

There is no short cut to get to the Pribilof Islands, seemingly endless days of flying time from South Africa, a disorientating 10 hour time difference but the effort is worthwhile to be part of this island culture and to experience all it has to offer the inquisitive traveler. Our summer bird list from St. Paul Island may not be extensive but is made up for in the pleasure of watching breeding birds on a truly wild and remote island.

Travel info
Pribilof Islands birding tours are available through St Paul Island Tours from mid-May to late August. Packages range from 3 to 8 days. Most birders stay for 2 nights and rush around the island seeing the specials. We would recommend at least 3 nights to get closer to the rhythm of the island, its people and the wildlife. Prices start from $1361 per person. Contact TDX Corporation, 4300 B Street, Suite 402, Anchorage, Alaska 99503. 1-877-424-5637.
www.alaskabirding.com.
PenAir flies from Anchorage to St. Paul several times a week, 1-800-448-4226,
www.penair.com

Bird List:
Northern Fulmar, Pelagic Cormorant, Red-faced Cormorant, Northern Pintail, Tufted Duck, Greater Scaup, King Eider, Steller’s Eider, Harlequin Duck, Long-tailed Duck, Semipalmated Plover, Gray-tailed Tattler, Ruddy Turnstone, Least Sandpiper, Rock Sandpiper, Red-necked Phalarope, Glaucous-winged Gull, Black-legged Kittiwake, Red-legged Kittiwake, Common Murre, Thick-billed Murre, Pigeon Guillemot, Ancient Murrelet, Parakeet Auklet, Least Auklet, Crested Auklet, Rhinoceros Auklet, Tufted Puffin, Horned Puffin, Common Raven, Winter Wren, Lapland Longspur, Snow Bunting, Gray-crowned Rosy Finch.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Passing the 400 mark at Pafuri

Fever tree forests, magestic Nyalaberry and Jackalberry trees, marshlands, acacia thornveld, mopanis, endless views from Lanner Gorge, riverine woodland, the game drives from Parfuri Camp were a birding treat which I had so been looking forward to, its a decade since I was last this far up in the Park. We overnighted at Punda Maria on the way up, seeing the Eastern Nicator behind the shop as suggested in Birdfinder was a thrill.



We also had a lion male a meter from the Jeep within an hour of being in Kruger, even before seeing Impala.

This trip also had its mishap with Fred leaping onto a boulder which gave way, he then fell about 5 meters, ripped his ear, cracked his skull and has many abrasions all over his arms and legs. Bit more than we had bargained for on a morning game drive!















Johnson, our guide, had me in awe of his ability to mimic calls, even more so seeing that I do not have a good 'birding ear' at all. His Pearl-spotted Owlet call had the bush alive with birds protesting like mad which kept us entertained.

Hayley and I came away "pels'less" but very happy with all our sightings, she had loads of lifers. A highlight for all of us was hearing the African Wood Owls calling from our tent late on the first evening, a clear, loud and strident calling between the male and female. Fred snuck out with the torch and the owl was in the Nyalaberry right at our deck, we called Hayley and her Mom, Margie across - pyjamas and all, and we quietly took it all in. We had good sightings of the Verreaux Eagle on our night drive too. The night drives were a great help to get some nightjars onto my BBY list - the Square-tailed and Fiery-necked and the Three-banded Courser was also a big tick.


My lifers were unexpected, I had hoped for some of the local specials like a Racket-tailed Roller, but instead was delighted with an Olive-tree Warbler and Green-capped Eremomela.
The magestic Martial Eagle always impresses...

Passing the 400 mark with the Little Sparrowhawk made me feel that my objective of reseeing my list was becoming a reality, it had seemed to be creeping for a while. Given how much birding is still to come this summer I am quietly getting excited.
Also saw a Thick-tailed Bushbaby for the first time on this trip. We drove through a vast herd of Buffalo and saw a new born with its umbilical cord still evident.
We stopped in at the Pafuri Picnic Spot on the way home and Frank, the Birdlife Guide, was a great help in getting a glimpse of the Wattle-eyed Flycatcher as well as my other lifer for the trip Bohm's Spinetails.
I am grateful that my diet does not include huge crunchy crickets - this roller spent quite some on its meal.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Birding in the Backyard

Thanks to Geoff Lockwood for calling the Ovambo Sparrowhawk early this morning at Delta Park. Our sunday walk around Delta started with a chat with Geoff - on the roof at the Environmental Centre - as the Sparrowhawk flew and landed in front of us. A lifer right in our backyard among the walkers, dogs, runners and cyclists. It was enjoyable to be back in our sunday rhythm of walking and coffee at Vida.

This favourite quote descibes so well where I find myself at the moment:

"...the satisfactions that come with the middle years, the convergence of maturity with time left, energy with means, a recognition of accomplishment that frees the spirit."
Barack Obama: Dreams from my Father.

Monday, March 2, 2009

On becoming a Twitcher

Talk of the Macaroni Penguin started around lunch at Damhoek Nature Reserve on Saturday. I had spent the morning birding with the Club and the woodpecker drought was eventually broken with a good view of both the male and female Cardinal Woodpecker.

I then spent the evening, under the duvet with a Gauteng storm raging, reading 'The Big Year', the story of the 1998 Big Year. The North American Big Year is all about the obsession of chasing rarities to break the record of the number of sightings in a calendar year and is is an extreme form of birding. I have no doubt that this influenced my behaviour the next morning.

Quote: The Big Year, Mark Obmascik
"The truth is that everyone has obsessions.
Most people manage them.
Birders, however, indulge them."






Macaroni Penguin Eudyptes chrysolophus
First reported on 25 February 2009 from Brandfontein just west of Cape Agulhas and still present on 2 March 2009. This is the 13th record for Southern Africa.


Sunday morning, 1 March, I officially transitioned into a Twitcher, booked a hurried ticket to Cape Town, called a bemused Fred, drove a 500 kilometer roundtrip to a remote beach spot west of Cape Agulhas to see the Macaroni Penguin. The bird is moulting and looks lost quite frankly - I know that is a human condition but Fred and I did experience a flatness on seeing this bird so far from where it should be.


So I am a listing birder, with twitcher tendencies, that chased a rarity and lifer yesterday which was a megatick. Confused, here are some definitions that I have copied across from the Zest for Birds website (acknowledgement to Trevor Hardaker) which clears up all the subleties of the labels in the birding community:

Birdwatcher: A broad brush stroke definition describing a person who gains enjoyment from bird related activities, whether just in the garden or local patch or further afield. Does not categorise the keenness of the birdwatcher or the intensity of the bird watching, and has a certain stigma attached to its use due to the plethora of "birdwatcher" jokes which are foisted upon one by non-birders.

Birder: The popular term describing a person who is regularly active in the field finding, observing, counting and/or researching birds. Generally has been bitten by the "birding bug", and consequently birding is his major activity outside of work, especially when away from home. Will plan holidays specifically to maximise birding opportunities.

Twitcher: A birder in all the good sense of the term during normal times, but responds with frenzied activity to news of rarities in his region, and will spend large amounts of money and travel long distances at short notice in order to see a rarity or new bird. Consequently is the subject of scorn from certain birdwatchers who find this eagerness to see new birds distasteful. Is often accused (and sometimes guilty) of contravening the Code of Ethics in his desire to see a new bird. Due to his extra focus on rare species, it is the twitcher who very often discovers new or rare species in the region.


Ticker (aka Lister): A person whose prime focus in birding is the compilation of his lifelist, generally in a competitive way. Has very little interest in spending more than a few moments with the bird, and once seen, shows little desire to see the bird ever again.


Rarities

So, what are these birds that persuade people to put their hand (or their pride) in their pocket and rush off to remote parts of their region. Again with some reference to Bill Oddie, here are a few definitions:

Rarity: A species that has seldom, if ever, been recorded in the region before. Often a migrant species that has overshot, reverse migrated, or been swept out of its range by abnormal weather patterns.


Lifer: A species that is new to you, ie you have never seen it anywhere.

SA Bird: A species that you have seen elsewhere in the world, but that is new to your Southern African list.Tick: A new bird on your list, once you have seen it. Can be either a lifer or an SA bird.

Megatick: A very rare species which you have just seen. The "mega" is an attempt to convey the enormous excitement you feel.


On our way back we had an extraordinary snake sighting, too upclose and very personal. This year of birding has already exposed us to nature in a way that has not happened before. Such a joy.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Big Birding Year Quarter One Report



Trevor Hardaker has the number of birds seen per year in Southern Africa as follows:
2005 - 798
2006 - 816
2007 - 839
2008 - 823

I am going to use an average of 820 to track my Big Birding Year numbers.


For the first quarter I have seen 44% of the birds normally recorded by the community of birders in South Africa. My life list is at 613 and as can be seen in the table below I have added 21 lifers to my list in the first quarter. My objective for the year is to resee my list and I am 59% of the way.
I am also chasing a 2009 Gauteng Birding Challenge and have started slowly - 107 birds for my Gauteng list, in 2008 a couple of birders exceeded 450, so work to be done on this list. The objective is to see as many birds in a 100 kilometer radius around both Johannesburg and Pretoria.



I have involved myself in my Bird Club to experience the conservation side of birding through data gathering. Laura and I went CWAC'ing out at Elandvlei and I plan to do more outings as the year progresses.
I have registered as an observer with the Avian Demography Unit and submitted my first observation form after birding at Lissataba.


Fred and I have travelled 10500 kilometers to get to birding spots around the country- cars, planes and a boat (reflected in the graph below).
We started the Big Birding Year in the Waterberg before moving on to Cape Town for 5 weeks. We took day trips around Cape Town from the sewrage works to glorious mountains and beaches. The day up the West Coast where Otto Schmidt assisted me in the identification of a national rarity - the Common Redshank, was a treat.
Our first ever Pelagic Trip out from Simonstown was trying, had both of us hanging over the side of the boat with seasickness. But, bird number 600 was a magnificent Shy Albatross, that plus another 11 new birds like the White-chinned and Pintado Petrels certainly made it all worthwhile -I recovered very quickly once we got to land and had loads of fish and chips drowned in tomato sauce, great remedy.
We had good birding in the Overberg with Bri and Di and our January lifer was the Agulhas Long-billed Lark another hot, dusty, dry day in the Cape summer and we were walking the dirt roads hunting down the lark.



Millstream, our timeshare near Dullstroom was the first stop after Cape Town and I have always loved ambling around the property birding and looking at the wildflowers. The perenial favourites like the Buff-streaked Chat and the Groundscraper Thrush made the list.
The focus then shifted to the lowveld bush since getting back home in mid-January, days in Kruger National Park with Dad, on game drives with the gang at Selate Game Reserve as well time spent at Lissataba with the Krones have added nearly 100 birds. Our day out with Peter Lawson to spot a Blue Swallow was thrilling although frustrating at the same time because the quick glimpse of the female left me wanting to see more. Also a very good day for ID'ing the cisticolas that were calling at both Kaapsehoop while we were patiently waiting for the swallow and closer to Nelspruit.


I can tell from my sunburnt arms that we have been outdoors this summer, to date we have spent 41 days outdoors, some of those days were sunrise to sunset! That's 41 out of a possible 90 days - 45% of our time birding, no wonder Fred is giving me a hard time about trying to run his business in between all the travelling.

The next quarter planning is Pafuri with Hayley, Wakkerstroom with Nikki and Geoff in March, a fabulous trip planned for April to Namibia and Botswana with Callen Cohen. May will be time to bird here in Gauteng. The countdown clock still shows nine months...

And then just maybe?? see below....

Twitchers break world record of species spotted
From The Independent - 30/12/2008 (92 words)
BIRDING A British couple have broken the world record for spotting the most species of birds in a year. Alan Davies and Ruth Miller, from North Wales, sold their home in Llandudno to fund their birdwatching trip, which they called The Biggest Twitch. The couple say they have observed 4,327 different species during their year-long tour, which has taken in British back gardens, Asian rainforests and Arctic ice caps. The previous record was 3,662.

BIRP'ing in Lissataba Private Reserve



Back in the Lowveld a week later with Bernie and Martie at Lissataba. Looking out for breeding birds we saw this female Namaqua Dove on her nest.
Time to experience observing for the Birds in Reserves Project:

Extract from the Avian Demography Unit, UCT website: http://birds.sanbi.org/birp/birp_frameset_parent.htm
'The basic purpose of BIRP is to compile a comprehensive catalogue of the species of birds
which occur and breed in South Africa’s many protected areas. A database of this kind will
help to identify the species which are as yet not adequately protected and will also provide
the managers of protected areas with information useful in setting management policies.'


Lucy Hughes, who is living at Lissataba, navigated us around the BIRP details and submission of the data to the ADU. The four of us tackled the birding with intent, noting breeding activity - which is not always that obvious, and clocked up 76 sightings for the weekend, making sure that we covered any many different habitats as possible. I have submitted the data, registered and am now waiting for my Observer Number.


It was a treat spending time with Martie, catching up on our lives while bouncing around on the Landy, long, hot, steamy days and thick impenetrable bush. The African Jacana watching a dragonfly entertained us at the birdhide. Some good sightings too for the Big Birding Year, African Hawk Eagles flying low at the house and also lots of fun with the call of a Pearl-spotted Owlet which Fred eventually found in one of the trees near the main camp.