Showing posts with label Red-legged Kittiwake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red-legged Kittiwake. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Gull Worshippers: The Cult of Larophilia


Thayer's Gull, generally a west coast specialty, is a species many birders struggle with. Lake Merritt, Oakland, CA.

It all starts simply and innocently enough. When you are a nonbirder, they are all seagulls. Case closed. But as you fall deeper and deeper in love with birding, you realize there are many gull species. They are similar, but should be easy enough to tell apart, right? But after that overly optimistic assessment, other, more experienced birders inevitably correct the IDs you are attempting. Gulls are not what they seem. You eavesdrop on gull conversations that include unfamiliar words like webs, mirrors, gonydeal angles, bleaching, backcrosses. You look at photos of strange birds online that appear telling to some, but mean absolutely nothing to you. You might as well be trying to read Egyptian hieroglyphs. Suddenly, you have the horrible realization that gull identification is extremely messy and complex. You become daunted, weak in the knees...how will you ever master this perplexing group of birds?

From here, birders go one one of two ways. Either they become extremely intimidated by gulls and refuse to master identifying them, or they obsessively begin gobbling information about them and spend long, cold hours in the field staring at gull flocks intently (although rarely contentedly). The majority of birders go the former route, at least temporarily. There are a lot of other birds out there that need to be seen that are more interesting, more unique, more attractive, don't hybridize and at the very least can be identified by the sounds they make. The fact that many great gull-watching sites happen to be dumps and landfills is nott very appealing either.


In California's bay area, gull-watchers often convene at the sites where herring spawn, in mid to late winter. Spectacular concentrations of gulls that gather to feed on herring roe hold a few rarities more often than not. Photographed near Fort Baker, CA.


Even the smaller, "hooded" gulls regularly cause complications for people. Franklin's Gull (above) vs. Laughing Gull is a regular struggle for many birders. Photographed at Des Lacs National Wildlife Refuge, CA.

In fact, some birders find "gulling" to be such a difficult and unappealing activity that they fail to see the attraction of it at all. This post is for them. There are, in fact, a number of reasons to get into gull mode, for good or ill.

1) Rarities. There are a large number of gull species out there, they readily form mixed flocks, and they often migrate long distances. This means that they frequently turn up outside of their normal range and are highly prone to wandering...this includes everything from the diminutive Ross's Gull to the hulking Great Black-backed Gull. Birders love a rarity, and in the sometimes dull winter months (depending on where you live), if you want to find a rare bird, looking at gull flocks is a good idea. In fact, aside from a few species that occur across the continent (i.e. "American" Herring Gull, Ring-billed Gull, Bonaparte's Gull), the majority of gull species common in one part of the country are likely to occur as a vagrant somewhere else. Add species from other continents in to the mix (i.e. Kelp Gull, Black-tailed Gull, Yellow-legged Gull, Slaty-backed Gull), and the possibilities of what you can find are almost endless...provided you know an uncommon bird when you see one.



If you are one of the people who want to begin (correctly) putting names to the gulls they see, this is a good "starter gull" for you west coasters. Adult Mew Gull is a very easy bird to ID and doesn't readily hybridize...they are also cute. Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA.



Two "Olympic" Gulls (Glausous-winged X Western hybrids) and a Western Gull loiter next to a dump in San Leandro, CA. Olympic Gull is not only a common hybrid, its a common bird in general on the coast from central California north into British Columbia. A good "starter hybrid", I guess.

2) For birders who have been around for a long time, gulls often remain the most challenging group of birds to master. The amount to learn about their appearance, molt cycles, habits, variation and hybrids is practically limitless. If you love learning about bird identification, then dipping into gulls will keep you on your toes for the rest of your life.

3) The fact that large gulls are so prone to hybridizing raises a number of issues regarding taxonomy and species limits, which some find fascinating. Case in point is the Kumlien's Gull...the (almost) definitive gull book by Howell and Dunn treat it as its own species, but most high-ranking birders either consider it a subspecies of Iceland Gull or part of a massive hybrid swarm between Iceland Gull (glaucoides) and Thayer's Gull. The word on the street is that significant doubt has been cast on the study that proclaims Kumlien's to be a definitive species, but there has apparently been absolutely no followup on the genetic relationships of the Thayer's/Kumlien's/Iceland complex. Crazy shit, I'll leave it at that.



Speaking of funky taxonomy, this bird used to be lumped with Western Gull. Now you may think that all gulls are prone to vagrancy and grinding cloacas with different species...well, not this one! Yellow-footed Gulls are endemic to Mexico's Sea of Cortez, but wander in sizable numbers to California's Salton Sea. In the U.S., they have been recorded remarkably few times away from this lake, so if you want to see one in the ABA Area, there is only one place to go...more on the Salton Sea's special gulls in this post. Oh, they have never been documented hybridizing either.



Here in coastal California, young gulls can become exceptionally whitish by late winter. By summer, some young Herring Gulls that stay in the state essentially turn white, where they are inevitably misidentified as Glaucous Gulls. This eyecatching second-cycle Herring Gull is a very pale bird, no doubt colored in part by the California sun. Miller-Knox Regional Shoreline, Richmond, CA.

4) Prestige and Elitism. No explanation needed. If you know your gulls well, you will be worshipped as a birding Jedi. Become a gull warrior and you will start getting messages from gull wizards that youve never spoken to before, looking for your highly-valued gull opinions. Other birders will seek your consul and bombard you with gull pictures for you to identify. You will experience Raw Power like you have never felt before.

5) Variability. As mentioned above, there are so many factors that could cause a gull's appearance to be "abnormal" that it is really hard to get bored with gulls if you are trying to correctly age them and identify them to a species or particular hybrid combination. Put 100 gulls of the same age and species next to each other and you will be amazed at the differences between them...field guides don't get this point across, just time in the field.


This is what I call a first-cycle-late-winter-really-worn-and-or-bleached-bird-that-I-am-pretty-certain-is-a-Thayer's Gull-but-in-the-east-I-bet-they-would-call-it a Kumlien's Iceland Gull. I've seen a few of these birds in the bay area the last two winters. Photographed at Lake Merced, San Francisco, CA.


What the hell is this thing? I don't know. I can tell you some things it is definitely not, I can tell you some things it is probably not, and that is about it. I believe that's a Herring Gull (somewhere between 2nd and 3rd cycle) sitting behind it. San Leandro, CA.

6) Community. Top gullers are well known to other folks who are into gulling, and there are multiple gull-based listservs (and a pretty active Facebook group) out there so people can reach out for help and bounce prospective ID's off each other. Its nice because everyone is pretty open to learning and somewhat at the same level of ID skill. Having this network available is a great tool...and who doesn't like being part of a community? Aren't we all birders because normal communities shunned us anyway?

And that's it, straight from the source, one Seagull Steve. Hopefully you now have an understanding, and can sympathize with, the sickness they call Larophilia.



My favorite Larid! Red-legged Kittiwakes are one of the most lovable birds I've gotten to work with...if you have gotten to see this declining and charismatic seabird, consider yourself lucky. Buldir Island, Alaska.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

August in the Aleutians

Birders drool at the thought of seeing a Horned Puffin. Birders in the Aleutians drool because they are so common and boring. Ok thats not true...the puffins never get old, even after seeing them every day for months. They finish nesting really late in the summer so right now they are probably very busy bringing fish back to their fat fluffy chicks.





























This picture is totally not from August, sorry. By now almost all the Least Auklets will be out at sea, as they finish up nesting and fledging pretty early. It's sad when you are out clambering around on Buldir Island's Main Talus and have no auklets for company...you are accompanied by a hole in your heart instead. Note the Crested Auklet and Least Auklet doing weird things in the background.

Aleutian Cackling Geese spend weeks higher up on the island while they molt their flight feathers...by August they have mysteriously reappeared near the coast. I think the front birds are juveniles.









The view from the front door of the cabin. Or, more obnoxiously, "my office".




July and August are stressful because you are just fiending for rare shorebirds (like this Red-necked stint) to appear. Rare birds, especially of the Aleutian caliber, have an addictive quality.


Some Tufted Puffins mingle above a Thick-billed Murre colony. No big deal.


Red-legged Kittiwake battle. So intense. I think those are Black-legged Kittiwake wings sticking out in back.








Black-legged Kittiwakes. Some juveniles (foreground) should be fledging by now.









Aleutian Song Sparrow. I don't know what else to say about them, except that I'm glad they were there. It's weird to not be around Song Sparrows. These are big and dark.








Scumbag.


Friday, June 3, 2011

Our Civil Liberties Will Die By Morning's Light


Red-legged Kittiwake.


"LBB". "LBJ". These are specieist terms. Yup. That's even worse than racism you know...being against an entire species.

Let me explain, nonbirders.There's a lot of birds out there. A lot. Some of them are pretty distinct. Take my friend the Red-legged Kittiwake. It looks like your basic gull....but wait. What are those things dangling off of it? Oh, it seems to have red legs. It looks like its been wading in a pool of blood. That's pretty distinct.


No. An LBJ (Little Brown Job) or LBB (Little Brown Bird) is something else. The definition is simple: a small brown bird. For example, take the Common Rose-Finch, below.




Common Rosefinch. It's rare. When your first child is being born in the hospital, this is the bird you would go see instead.


As you can see, its brown. It's a bird. I don't know about a job. But there you have it. It's brown. It's...indistinct. To the undiscerning eye (that's you, nonbirder), it looks like literally hundreds of other bird species out there. Does that make it any less awesome? No, you ass.

People who know a little bit about birds, but not a lot, will use these hurtful terms. No, scratch that....HATEFUL terms.


Parakeet Auklet. I'm still bummed I didn't get any very impressive pictures of them. They are cooler birds than you know (and one of the worst to extract from mist-nets).

In my opinion, the original reason these terms came about was relatively innocent and humble. People just couldn't hang with these birds. The lacked the skills to differentiate, for example, female Common Rosefinches and female House Finches. They just couldn't do it. It's not that they disliked them or viewed them with distaste, they just had no idea what to do. From 1997 to 2007 I worked for LBJ Enterprises, whom were usually filled with people who would have a heart attack if they were lucky enough to see a female Common Rosefinch on American soil. Thats Little Brown Jobs, not Lindon Banes Johnson.

Flash forward to 2011.


This Lapland Longspur is just checking on some stuff.

"LBB" and "LBJ" are slurs known by all who associate themselves with wildlife, birds, biology or what have you. Budding birdwatchers still use them in the same context as they belong in. But now, its become a derogatory term for everybody else. Its like, "oh, these look the same, so they don't matter". What the fuck? I mean that's a cute attitude and everything, but all it means is that your bird skills are weak and you're too lazy to do anything about it. Why are people racist? Because they are afraid. Why are people speciesist? Same reason.


The path to camp.

People are afraid to try to identify these birds. It's sad.

But let me tell you kids. It's ok. Can't tell a Chipping Sparrow from a Vesper Sparrow? Who cares? Doesn't mean you shouldn't try. The only people who can are some of the world's biggest nerds anyways. You have nothing to lose.

There is not much worse in the world than the willfully ignorant. You people, who use these terrible words, fit this description to a tee.


Thick-billed Murres are not exactly agile, but are gifted enough fliers to deal with raising families on near-vertical cliffs. This is what murre air-brakes look like.

Now that we have that out of the way, I will say that I am happy that there is more out there than those....wonderful birds I've been speaking of. Variety is the spice of life right? So instead of posting nothing but sparrows, pipits and flycatchers, I went with a suite of birds from Buldir Island.

A year ago I was on Buldir, in the western Aleutians, working absurd hours and scaring the crap out of myself trying to avoid falling off cliffs. But the birds were just so good, and the possibilities were endless in terms of weird migrants that could show up.


Horned Puffin.


2011 only turned out to be a so-so year in terms of vagrants, but I do love seabirds. When you can watch tens of thousands of auklets swirling around from the deck of your cabin you forget about bitching about that Eyebrowed Thrush that never showed up.

Right. The weekend appears to be here. I'm not sure how much I'll be working, but if the weather is right (un-frakking-likely) I'll be sure to get out and bird if I can. Someone finally found some Baird's Sparrows, which is the epitome of LBBs and one of the reasons I've come to North Dakota at all. But the plovers come first!

Why does my blog have Halloween colors? Huh.




Tufted Puffin.


I pooped a lot in here last year. I always felt self-conscious because I could hear Song Sparrows and Grey-crowned Rosy-Finches on the roof.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Another Banner Year


Red-legged Kittiwake. Buldir Island, AK.

Shit! That was fast. All of a sudden, its over. 2010....done. I give it a B. 2010 was better than average. It's still no 2006 (A+), otherwise known as The Year Of The Ashtray, but it  has been pretty solid. Definitively better than a couple years this decade though. Of course, I'm just talking about big picture stuff here, not birding.....which is what you ultimately are here for.

Right. Y2K10. I got to work in one of my favorite areas to bird (Southeast Arizona), somehow went all the way out to (and survived!) Buldir Island, and achieved Redemption with the Humboldt Brown Rain-Shrike. Like 2009 (when I went out to Midway), seabirds and the remote island experience shaped and defined the entire year, although both times I was only off the mainland for less than 4 months. I am still attempting to wrap my mind around my proclivity to do this to myself. In my mind I can do some serious placemaking in these harsh realms...we'll see if I return to an island scene in Y2K11.


One of the famous Rufous-capped Warblers that lived up-canyon from me this spring. Florida Canyon, AZ.


STRING OF PEARLS! A Slaty-backed Gull makes its way towards Northwest Point. Buldir Island, AK.

32 new birds this year! I have a distinct feeling of Victory deep in my spine, and wonder if I am actually glowing. Because I generally do a poor job at making lists (which is pretty much the most popular thing to do in blogs), I offer you this intimate piece of information....my new birds of the year.

Y2KLIFEBIRDS2010:

Blue-footed Booby (Mex - a Nemesis Bird, finally defeated)
Common Black-Hawk (Az)
Rufous-capped Warbler (Az)
Montezuma Quail (Az)
Northwestern Crow (Ak)
Trumpeter Swan (Ak)
White-winged Crossbill (Ak)
Arctic Loon (Ak)
Kittlitz's Murrelet (Ak)
Horned Puffin (Ak)
Parakeet Auklet (Ak)
Crested Auklet (Ak)
Least Auklet (Ak)
Whiskered Auklet (Ak)
Thick-billed Murre (Ak)
Red-legged Kittiwake (Ak)
Aleutian Tern (Ak)


This Red-faced Cormorant was a proud parent of triplets. Buldir Island, AK.



I'm not trying to do any horn-tooting or anything, but you should look at the full-sized image...meet the icy stare of the auklet. Least Auklet, @Buldir.

Red-faced Cormorant (Ak)
Rock Ptarmigan (Ak)
Easten Yellow Wagtail (Ak)
Gray-crowned Rosy-Finch (Ak....long overdue, don't I know it)
Common Redpoll (Ak)
Common Rosefinch (Ak)
Hawfinch (Ak)
Brambling (Ak)
Rustic Bunting (Ak)
Wood Sandpiper (Ak)
Common Sandpiper (Ak)
Red-necked Stint (Ak)
Long-toed Stint (Ak)
Mottled Petrel (Ak)
Brown Shrike (Ca)



Why hello Common Rosefinch, its good to see you too. @Buldir

Missed Birds:

Bean Goose (Ca)
Gyrfalcon (Ca)
Ivory Gull (Ca)
Black-tailed Godwit (Ak)
Snipe Sp. So, I saw 2 snipe while in the Aleutians. One that flushed from the nuclear warhead storage area on Adak Island sounded like a frakkin' Semipalmated Plover, and I have no clue what that was. Most likely, something awesome. The other was on Buldir and didn't call (probably a Common Snipe though). At any rate, Wilson's Snipes are not expected to occur in the Western Aleutians, so whatever they were were probably new to me. Bloody frustrating. In fact, its giving me a nose bleed. Right now. But I digress...


Wood Sandpipers were one of the few expected species at Bean Goose Pond for a couple weeks. I always thought these birds would look extremely similar to Solitary Sandpipers, but they seem easily distingushable. Note golden spangling on the back. @Buldir.




A migrant Common Black-Hawk cruises in the northbound lane of the Santa Cruz River. Tubac, AZ.

The yearlist is at 406, including introduced birds (401 without them). I'm completely satisfied with that, although I will certainly do my best to better that in 2011, El Año Tranquilo.

A few kickass albums that surfaced this year:

Bomb The Music Industry! - Adults!!! Smart!!! Shithammered!!! And Bored By Everything!!!!
The Slackers - The Great Rocksteady Swindle
The Menzingers - Chamberlain Waits
Leatherface - The Stormy Petrel
Forgetters - Forgetters
Defiance, Ohio - Midwestern Minutes

Obviously there were many more winners that came out this year, but these won my affections more than most.  The new Bad Religion and None More Black albums have some great songs too...the sad fact is that I missed out on a lot of albums that came out this summer due to my station on Buldir Island (i.e. Off With Their Heads, Gaslight Anthem, The Gamits) so I am still playing catchup. It's nice knowing there is some great music out there that I can readily get my hands on though.


Lastly, this is where I'll be for about 10 weeks this spring. Swainson's Hawks Bird Observatory in Chavarrillo, Mexico will be my home. I won't be travelling much (mostly standing in one spot looking up), but the birding around town is supposed to be quite facemelty. Really looking forward to that. It invokes a visceral reaction deep in my gut, sort of like my body is getting ready to be wracked by the sight of awesome tropical and subtropical birds. Can't wait! El Año Tranquilo should be a good one.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Big Time In The Jungle


Thick-billed Murre. Handsome.

I think I will post really big, vertical pictures today. Why not? All of them are from Buldir Island.

I somehow ended up winning a Nikon D90 SLR on Ebay yesterday, even though I only put down one bid. So that's pretty rad, considering I'm using a decrepit old D70 now...the D90 should, I think, make a noticeable difference in my photographic efforts, considering it has twice as many megapixels and a higher rate of fire (more frames per second), not to mention video.....so you, BB&B addict, have that to look forward to. 


Thick-billed Murres, Black and Red-legged Kittiwakes, not mingling.

It's all part of the master plan. BB&B will be taking the world by storm, and I will somehow be highly paid to do so. These are not mere delusions of grandeur people. This is as real as it gets. Already a steady and mysterious flow of cash is flooding my bank accounts....pretty soon it will be up to me, with my vast resources and cunning wit, to save the imperiled Spoonbill Sandpiper. After that, I will have to bring the Ivory-billed Woodpecker back. Hopefully that won't entail any Jurassic Park-style cloning, but its all within our grasp here at BB&B.


Red-legged Kittiwake with field-readable band.

But while I sit and wait for my financial reservoirs to fill and my power to accumulate, it is up to me and me alone to continue to make birdwatchers understandable to everyone, including themselves. Think of it as me holding up a really detailed picture for all you nonbirders, and for you birders I will be holding up a mirror. As far as I know, no one in the states has anything like the Human Birdwatcher Project that BB&B sponsors, and many of the masses are still floundering in their ignorance of these people. I think the situation is a little better in Britain, where people have a better sense of humor and twitchers are better understood....but I feel alone in the wilderness here. If birders themselves don't even discuss birding and half the luminaries in this field possess the social and communication skills of a dead skunk, then the situation can look very bleak indeed. But don't worry friends, the great ornithologist Felonious Jive and I will do our best to shed some light on these bizarre and awkward issues, and are determined to lead you to The Promised Land. Stay warm, and have a positive Tuesday.


Much like the Flightless Cormorant of the Galapagos, Flightless Puffins have tiny wings. It is thought that they have lost the ability to fly in order to become cuter than penguins. Anyways...yeah this is a Horned Puffin.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Friends Feel Less And Less Like Friends


A Thick-billed Murre wings its way past Buldir Island's Spike Camp.

And so much for that.  Elections.  Depending on how you look at it, they can mark the opportunity for real change, or simply for some more blackening of the heart.  This was a heart-blackening election without a doubt.  California won't have to deal with four years of Whitman (although I doubt anybody is genuinely excited by Jerry Brown), and Prop 23 went down in flames.  But Prop 26 passed, 19 failed, and Prop E went down too. Republicans didnt gain much ground in the state, but they generally dominated things throughout the country.  Great.  Do people not remember why the country is in the mess its in in the first place????  No.  Of course not.  And I know why.


The face of misery: a Horned Puffin stranded in a wetland. 

People are idiots.  That's my answer.  It makes a lot of sense, doesnt it?  They have no memories.  None.  Their memories get rewritten with every 24-hour news cycle.  And now we have the bloody Tea Party on our hands.....ostensibly, politics look like a pretty bleak realm for a while. Its enough to make you feel like a puffin caught in a mud-puddle.  Jesus....not that Democrats are my knights in shining armor (I'm registered Green)....but I think you know what I'm saying.


Itchy. A juvenile Lapland Longspur.

Right.  Enough with the grim prophesies of doom.  They get to you after a while.  As you can see, there's still plenty more Alaska pictures to churn out.  I havent taken a bird picture in about 2 months, and I'm completely ok with that.  


A pair of banded Red-legged Kittiwakes throwing down some squeaky courtship activities.

Did I mention my devotion to Red-legged Kittiwakes?  Fantastic birds.  Between their huge, wide-set eyes and oddly shaped heads, they look like they have migrated to earth from somewhere else in the solar system.  And those legs!  Crimson.  Love 'em.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

You Should Have Seen Your Face


Kittiwakes do it diagonally.  Find the Red-legged.

Just to reiterate.  BB&B is here for YOU.  It’s a resource.  A look into a self-loathing people, a cannabilistic race.  A culture of nerds and geeks, dweebs and douches, dorkiness and deception.  A discussion of a people that celebrity birder (yes they have those) Bill Oddy accurately described as being fueled only by envy.  It’s embedded journalism.  And I guess its kind of about birds too.

I have been doing a poor job at dwelling on the general malaise of the birdwatcher lately…and for that, I’m truly sorry.  There’s a lot of shit happening, you know?  I just don’t have the time.  I’ve barely been birding this month.  IT’S SEPTEMBER.  If there is one month of the year to go birding, its this month.  But you know what?  I don’t care.  I really don’t.  Do you know how many crippling birds Ive been exposed to this year?  On the boat ride from Buldir to Adak Island alone we had everything from Least Auklet to Short-tailed Albatross.  Yeah, I know right?  Throw in a lifer Mottled Petrel, a bunch of Sperm Whales…..you get the picture.  Oh yeah and I was being paid the whole time too. 



Gray-crowned Rosy-Finch buddy.  One of the few songbird species that nest on Buldir.  They frolic mercilessly.

Of course, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I don’t want to look at birds (I did manage lifer Boreal Chickadees this month), as that would be going against my true nature, and lets face it….you come here to read true things.  And to continue in that vein, I’m not exactly sure what I’m talking about anymore.

Right.  You are here to learn about birdwatchers, and what makes them tick.  You wish to understand them.  And if you are reading this fellow birdwatcher, perhaps you are trying to understand yourself, no?  Regrettably, of late the BB&B team has been unable to continue with your lessons with much regularity, as they are still hard at work for the Fish And Wildlife Service until the end of the month.  Don’t think I’ve forgotten our goal here….the mission statement has not changed.  Come October, I’ll have more than enough time to sing you the sad song of the birdwatcher.



Dinner.  J/k.  Glaucous-winged Gulls have learned how to turn birds inside out, which this Crested Auklet demonstrates pretty well.

But as long as I have your attention, I hope you enjoy a few more pictures from Buldir.  If you haven’t figured it out already, they look a lot better if you blow them up.



Black-legged Kittiwakes and Thick-billed Murres at our Spike Camp.


Mortal Combat Puffin.