Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Snow Geese overhead

1-18 November 2018 -- WEST COAST TOUR
Las Vegas – Lone Pine – Lee Vining – Sausalito – Arcata – Orick – Portland –
Seattle – Lopez Island – Skagit Flats – Leavenworth – Wenatchee – Spokane

Anna’s Hummingbird male

I arrived in Las Vegas in the early afternoon, noting the lines of slot machines bracketing the halls of the airport arrival lounge. I drove my rental car north up highway 95, passing the Snow Mountain Indian Reservation, the Tule Springs Fossil Beds, Creech Air Force Base, as well as a number of unmarked desert installations that appeared to be underground missile launch facilities. I stopped to photograph a beautiful stratified mountain in the Armargosa Desert east of Beatty and later learned this was the western verge of Yucca Mountain, which has been slated to be the permanent underground repository for the US’s vast store of nuclear waste.

Yucca Mountain

On this drive north from Vegas, not a tree was to be seen in this desert landscape. At Beatty, I stopped for water, because I would next be crossing Death Valley. The convenience store featured all sorts of illustrations of extra-terrestrials, because the infamous Area 51 is just a few miles to the east on the other side of Yucca Mountain. I turned southwestward to cross Daylight Pass of the Armargosa Range, which brought me into Death Valley National Park. The sun began to set behind the mountains as I descended through the barren but scenic landscape toward Stovepipe Wells. I then ascended another desert range to cross into the valley of Panamint Springs. The sky darkened in this stark landscape. I passed over a third range and wound down into the Owens Valley of California, stopping for the night at Lone Pine, California.

Golden Eagle

I arrived in Lone Pine well after dark. The next morning I was out early in the chill for a look at Owens Lake—the body of water drained by the Los Angeles aqueduct (recall the movie Chinatown). There are now attempts to restore the lake, in part for the migratory waterfowl but also to reduce the toxic alkaline dust that blows in the dry winds, choking the Lone Pine environs at times. I birded the lake but this was clearly off-season—there were small numbers of ducks, peeps, and Eared Grebes but not much else.

Whitney Range vista

From Lone Pine, I drive up to Whitney Portal at 8,350 feet elevation—the gateway to hikers wishing to climb the highest peak in the Lower 48. The vistas of the Whitney Range were stunning in the morning sunlight. Here the temperature was below freezing and the deep rocky ravine was darkened by Douglas Fir with 6-foot-diameter trunks. Here I found Steller’s Jays roaming the parking lot, looking for hand-outs from the hikers who were preparing to climb the big mountain.
Steller’s Jay

Driving north from Lone Pine, I had a nice Mexican lunch in Bishop and then in the early afternoon I arrived in Lee Vining, the small town overlooking Mono Lake. I spent the afternoon south of Mono Lake in a large stand of Jeffrey Pines, searching for birds and for the large and sturdy cones of this pine—some reaching 9 inches. This is the most handsome of the world’s pine cones. I collected several to share with friends. The open stand of the pines was populated by small squeaking flocks of Pygmy Nuthatches.

Pygmy Nuthatch

Over the next day-and-a-half I birded the Mono Lake environs. The lake was pretty quiet at this time, with grebes and a few ducks. Better to be here in early June, when the breeders are here. Land birds were more abundant. I found Bushtits in the shrubbery of the small state park on the northwest quadrant of the lake. Birding in November is generally quiet, with many of the summer species already gone...


On the 3rd of November, after breakfast at Nicely’s Restaurant in downtown Lee Vining, I headed up the Tioga Road, crossing the Sierras through Yosemite National Park. This is a road of stupendous rocky vistas throughout and beautiful conifer forests. I stopped up in the pass (elevation 9,943 ft) in the cold morning light, searching for birds in the small parkland pines. Here I found Mountain Chickadee and Red-breasted Nuthatch.

Mountain Chickadee

Red-breasted Nuthatch

Near the bottom of the road on the western side of the Sierras, I stopped at the Tuolumne Grove to admire the huge Sugar Pines (the largest pine on Earth), White Fir, and Giant Sequoias (the largest of all trees by mass). One is never prepared for the grandeur of these titanic and ancient living remnants of another age. The Sugar Pines carry giant cones that can reach 18 inches in length. Sadly, here I saw numbers of dead pines, apparently victims of the white pine blister rust. The sequoias, unaffected by the rust, are so massive that it is impossible to properly describe them, except to say some of these giants are more than 20 feet in diameter and more than 3,000 years old. They are difficult to photograph.

Giant Sequoia

Interior Live Oak

From the big trees I headed west across the foothills on a seriously winding road (highway 120) and then down across the Sacramento Valley to the Richmond Bridge, that took me to Marin County, my next stop being Sausalito to visit with birding pen-pal Amy Tan and Lou DeMattei and to give a book talk at the Book Passage By-the-Bay store. Highlight of my stay with Amy and Lou was our birding adventure across Marin County.


We were guided by Mike Parr, President of the American Bird Conservancy, and Marin County expert naturalist David Wimpfheimer (and his wife Patty). Our little birding party was joined by Beth, Shawn, and Fiona Gillogly, and veterinarian and wild felid expert Kathy Gervais.

Fiona and Amy on Drake's Beach

Hutton’s Vireo

We birded the verges of Muir Woods, Stinson Beach, Bolinas,  Inverness, and Drake’s Beach and the Chimney Rock environs out near Point Reyes point.

birders backlit on Pt. Reyes

Western Grebes

Highlights included Elephant Seals, Elk, many loons and grebes, Wrentit, Long-billed Curlew, a big flock of Band-tailed Pigeons, Great Horned Owl, Barn Owl, Hutton’s Vireo, Townsend’s Warbler, and Tricolored Blackbird. Also we had a fun visit to Keith Hansen’s Gallery in Bolinas where we chatted with the bird artist and watched hummingbirds at his feeders.

Great Horned Owl

Elephant Seals fighting 

The weather cooperated and so did the wildlife. We were lucky to have little wind—the enemy of birding.


Group Picture

From beautiful Sausalito I drove north through hills and valleys of wine grapes on my way deep into Redwoods country, ending in tiny Arcata, California, at dark. I had a fun lunch at the rustic Avenue Cafe in Miranda, just south of the main Redwoods groves... This day featured great stands of Coast Redwoods, the tallest trees of Earth.

A stand of Coast Redwoods

Founders Tree

After lunch I drove the Avenue of the Giants (no other country road like it) and wandered through the Founders Grove, in Humboldt Redwoods State Park. The gloom of the understory, the silence, the soaring trunks, the towering canopy...

Mule Deer

At the end of the day I visited the famous Arcata Marsh, but things were pretty quiet there other than a few ducks...

Bufflehead drake in display

On 8 November I drove up the coast to Crescent City, California, stopping to admire the amazing vistas out over the ocean. I visited Redwoods National Park, walking the winding trail through Ladybird Johnson Grove.

wave crests off Orick, California

Then I detoured to the Klamath River overlook, parked on a bluff high above the surf. From there I could hear the sounds of Elephant Seals down at the river’s mouth.

Klamath mouth vista

I spent the night with Todd Stevenson in Portland, Oregon. Todd and I had worked together at Conservation International. Todd showed me the sights of downtown Portland. The next morning we walked a nearby city park and had a close encounter with a Pacific Wren. This delighted Todd’s daughter, named Wrenn! It rained lightly as I drove into Washington state toward Seattle.

Pacific Wren in song

I met up with Lisa Dabek in Seattle on the afternoon of the 9th, and we drove up to stay with Lisa’s partner Bruce Ellestad at his cliff-side home on picturesque Lopez Island, in the San Juans.

Black Oystercatchers

The three of us spent the long Veteran’s Day weekend on Lopez, which is beautiful, rural, and birder-friendly. We visited the various coastal hotspots such as Shark Reef, Agate Beach, Point Colville, and Iceberg Point. Highlights included Black Oystercatcher, Black Turnstone, and Harlequin Duck.

Lisa D. and Bruce E. birding Iceberg Point, Lopez Island

On our way back to Seattle, Lisa and I birded the Skagit flats, encountering a huge flock of Snow Geese. The views from the Skagit that day were mind-blowing—the snowy peaks in the distance both east and west...

Blue Goose among a Snow Geese flock on the Skagit flats

Snow Geese Aloft

Snows of Mt Baker to the west

After a couple of days in Seattle, where I gave two book talks at Woodland Park Zoo, I drove Route 2 east across Stevens Pass in the first serious rain of my trip. It was 46oF atop Stevens Pass and several miles down the eastern slope it was 33oF and ice covered the road and glazed the conifers. After a quick lunch at the 59er Cafe (newly restored after a fire), I drove into the faux-Bavarian town of Leavenworth in the beautiful foothills of the eastern Cascades.

59er Diner, 15 min. west of Leavenworth, WA

Here the Wenatchee River tumbles down out of the mountains. This time of year it makes a colorful scene.

Wenatchee River and autumn colors


Leavenworth is gorgeously situated with vistas of mountains in nearly every direction—the eastern Cascades’ answer to Telluride.

Leavenworth vista

I gave a Red Barn lecture at the Wenatchee River Institute in Leavenworth and stayed on the Institute campus. The next morning after the fabulous hot breakfast at O’Grady’s at the Sleeping Lady resort, I hunted for White-headed Woodpeckers in the Ponderosa Pine flats of Icicle Creek—one of the best birding locations in these parts.

White-headed Woodpecker female

Douglas’s Squirrel

From there I visited Suzanne Tomassi and Mike Kaputa at their home in Wenatchee, about 40 minutes drive down hill from Leavenworth. I had departed Bavaria and entered the Apple Capital! The dry foothills were cloaked in orchards. Here I gave a book talk that Suzanne organized for me at the historical Wenatchee Museum and Cultural Center.

Barn and horses in Palisades valley

Columnar basalt cliffs of Palisades Valley

On the 16th I toured stunning Palisades Valley, about a half hour drive southeast of Wenatchee. This grand but rural and dry valley is enclosed by two parallel walls of imposing dark cliffs of basalt more than a thousand feet high. Here I was in a world apart, where ravens and raptors soar along the high cliff edges. The head of the valley has the look of a Lost World. The 15-million-year-old flood basalt volcanic flows that produced these thick beds must have been fantastic and infernal at the time of their deposition.

Northern Harrier female

On the 18th I rose early and drove across Washington state to Spokane, stopping at Ephrata for breakfast, passing through the channeled scablands, and visiting Turnbull National Wildlife Sanctuary south of Cheney for some last birding before catching my flight home. Rough-legged Hawks were the feature bird of the day, hovering over the highway in the bright sunny morning. A nice bird to send me on my way back to the East Coast.

Barn in plains of central Washington

Rough-leg hovering

Monday, September 24, 2018

Cape May, New Jersey,
20-23 September 2018

 Cape May lighthouse


Each autumn I do a Cape May birding trip with David Wilcove. No matter the weather or winds, we find something special there, be it nature, old friends, or a fine dinner. This year was no exception. Changeable weather, generally unfavorable winds, great friends, and some nifty birds!


Late September promises falcons no matter what the weather brings. American Kestrels and Merlins were abundant on this weekend, and there were plenty of Peregrines as well—63 of those big raptors on Saturday. There were also scads of Ospreys, often groups of 5-6 passing high overhead. It’s particular fun to watch the Merlins feeding on dragonflies while in flight.

Merlin with dragonfly

Out on Stone Harbor Point there were flocks of Semipalmated Plovers and Sanderlings and a few sandy-colored Piping Plovers up in the dry wrack far from the breaking waves.

Piping Plover

Caspian Terns, Royal Terns, Common Terns, and Forster’s Terns were out and about, but always outnumbered by young Laughing Gulls and Herring Gulls.

 Royal Tern hunting

On one occasion we came upon a feeding frenzy of Laughing Gulls near Coral Avenue at Cape May Point. These birds were feeding on baitfish driven up by snapper Bluefish.

Laughing Gull feeding frenzy

The gulls were joined by foraging Royal Terns and Common Terns and the occasional Forster’s Tern, which stand out because they are so white all over.

Royal Tern Diving

The feeding gulls and terns off Cape May Point (in the rough water called “the rips”) attracted plenty of Parasitic Jaegers, in search of food, which they collect from other waterbirds. The jaegers harass the gulls and terns, forcing them to give up fish they have caught. Jaegers are both handsome seabirds and wonderful acrobats, as made evident in the following images...

Parasitic Jaeger adult

Parasitic Jaeger pair on the prowl

Parasitic Jaeger chasing a tern

Parasitic Jaeger chasing a Laughing Gull

Parasitic Jaeger chasing a Laughing Gull

Parasitic Jaeger chasing a Laughing Gull

Parasitic Jaeger chasing a Laughing Gull

Saturday morning, after an abysmal visit to Higbee Beach in search of warblers in the shrubby field edges, we retreated to Sunset Beach to have breakfast with Louise Zemaitis and Michael O’Brien. While eating, Michael, ever on the lookout for a rare bird, spotted a dark form far out on the Bay. He put the scope on the bird, which proved to be a young Brown Booby, a tropical waif, presumably brought here by the winds of Hurricane Florence. The bird, which apparently had an injured wing, took to the beach and soon was surrounded by a gaggle of eager birders, once the word had gone out via social media.

Brown Booby juvenile

Booby admiring David Wilcove, Louise Zemaitis, and other assembled birders

The Brown Booby is rarely seen in the Mid-Atlantic. There are only a handful of records from Cape May. This was the bird of the weekend... 

Brown Booby juvenile preening

Sunday started with rain and yet the warblers arrived in numbers anyway. We saw a dozen species at Higbee Beach in the morning, and Wilcove added more in the afternoon, while I was stuck in miserable traffic head north toward the Delaware Memorial Bridge... going home via the Cape May-Lewes Ferry may have been a better option. Next year!