Wednesday, February 29, 2012

HBP Presents: The Handicaps Of Birding



Birding, as a pastime, has been consistently a big (and apparently growing) hobby in the United States for some time now. A lot of people do it. If you have ever chased a truly rare bird, you know what I mean....there are a lot of us. WE ARE EVERYWHERE. There is even a major motion picture about us. Because we, as a group, spend so much money, birders are a force to be reckoned with. The amount of cash that gets dropped every year on optics/cameras/books/fuel/airplane tickets/camping/motels/guided trips/pelagic trips/food/park admissions and, most embarrassingly, birder clothes, must be staggering. Really, we should be forming our own political think-tank and sending our own lobbyists to Capitol Hill...birders, by and large, are not poor people. But I digress....

While there are a lot of us, when you compare the number of hardcore birders to the number of nonbirders out there, it suddenly doesn't seem like we have a such a strong foothold in society. Over the years, I have frequently heard birders asking why there are not more of us. Sure there are a lot of birders out there (it's estimated that 18 million Americans took trips specifically to watch birds in 2001), but if I were to walk down San Francisco's Mission Street this afternoon and pass by 500 people, the chances that I would walk by a single person who gave such a big shit about birds as me would be miniscule.

I have always thought the reasons why there aren't more birders have been glaringly obvious, but since this question gets asked so frequently, The Human Birdwatcher Project ("Birders Are People Too!") decided to get involved. This topic has probably been touched on elsewhere in the Birdosphere (maybe on the ABA blog?), but here are my 2 cents....don't forget, you are dealing with Number 7 here.

There are exceptions to every rule here of course, but here you go:

1 - Birding is inherently nerdy. It's just not that cool. If you think otherwise, you are wrong and suffer from acute terminal denial. When an activity is blatantly geeky and way off the mainstream, that will automatically limit who will be interested. A lot of people really, really want to be perceived as cool, and they have no urge to participate in something as bizarre as birdwatching.

2 - The racial composition of birders is predominantly white. I go years at a time without seeing black birders, and there aren't many more latinos either. This makes non-whites considerably less likely to ever be exposed to a birder, let alone try it themselves. It's all about your peers, know what I'm saying?

3 - Birding is NOT youth oriented (see number one). Most big cultural/subcultural trends are started and popularized by relatively young people. The 18-24 age range have the lowest birder turnout of any age bracket, according to one study. Without a bigger youth component, birding can go only so far.

4 - It seems like the birders/birdwatchers I come across are represented by an even sex ratio...but the majority of the so-called "birding elite" seem to consist of males. This probably does not make the birding scene/community as interesting to women, although I don't think it turns them off from the activity itself.




This Burrowing Owl, photographed at California's Salton Sea, probably seems more like a Boring Owl to the American public.

5 - Americans, as a whole, are woefully ignorant of and uninterested in the environment (which probably makes a lot of Republican lawmakers happy). This apathy about the life around us makes it less likely for people to take up birding.

6 - As I mentioned above, most birders are not poor. It can cost a lot of money to do the things birders do. People thinking about getting into the hobby may not have $100 lying around to spend on a book and some cheap binoculars, or to afford the gas it takes to get out of the city to a prime birding destination.



After we bagged a Marin Tufted Duck with spotting scopes, TPAD Dan bagged a coot with his bare hands. It's the best of both worlds. Ok it was already dead but I needed a witty caption.

7 - Aside from looking for plants, mushrooms and herps, I would say that one of the most similar "sports" to birding is hunting. Hunting involves being in nature, birds, looking for specific species, and (in this case, literally) bagging birds. Aside from the obvious fact that you are taking the life of whatever you are looking for, I would say the biggest difference between birding with binoculars and birding with shotguns is the machismo factor. While there certainly is a machismo factor to birding (which usually comes off as pathetic), that is certainly not something that draws people in. With hunting, there is a lot of machismo...driving trucks, shootin' at stuff, killing shit. This machismo factor can appeal to both genders, which is ostensibly confusing but undeniably true. Now don't get me wrong....I am really, really happy birding isn't a machismo-oriented thing, but I think the relative lack of it contributes to people unwilling to try it.

8 - People who dwell in big urban areas probably do not have nature and wildlife on the brain very much. A lot of people I know (nonbirders) seem to think about pigeons and gulls once in a while and not much else. Of course there is a lot more wildlife/birdlife that can be found in our big cities, but nonbirders typically aren't even aware of that. How can you be interested in birds when you don't believe you can go someplace nearby and see some?

9 - Not only is birdwatching inherently nerdy, birders themselves don't really help create a very good image for our pastime. I have a lot of weird fucking people in my life, and a scary proportion of them are birders.


Your run-of-the-mill Common Raven is probably more intelligent than your cat, dog, and toddler combined. But everything has a weakness...this bird's was dog food. Fort Funston, San Francisco, CA. 

10 - A widely perceived notion in the public (this includes some birders too) is that animals are dumb, not much more than stupid little machines that run on a high-octane blend of hormones and instinct. We live in a very anthropocentric culture, which major religions have played a big role in. People need to be able to relate to something in order to really be interested, and when people don't think of themselves as animals and assume we are the only species capable of intelligence and emotion, it is understandable that wildlife just doesn't seem important or interesting. Many of us who spend a lot of time with birds and wildlife believe otherwise (and there is a lot of science to support this), but without that experience it would be easier to believe the worst.


This Willet, to the untrained eye, looks like approximately 125 other bird species. Medicine Lake National Wildlife Refuge, MT.

11 - Birding is hard. It's really hard. For a beginner, it must seem daunting, especially when looking through a book and he or she is sorting through sandpipers, sparrows, flycatchers, gulls, etc. This can make people think the starting point is more difficult and less enjoyable than it actually is.

If you want to learn more about birders in the United States, you can read this dated but quality analysis done by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service right here. Hopefully FWS, or someone else (ahem, American Birding Association), will have the means and willpower to something like this again soon. There's a lot of interesting statistics in there, if you've got a minute.

Some of these obstacles to birder recruitment will never change, but there are some things we can do. The Great Ornithologist Felonious Jive even wrote a piece on the subject, A Birder's Guide To Indoctrination. Take it to heart, and our cult pastime will continue to grow.


Of course, as long as there are good-looking birds around, there will be people who want to look at them. Luckily for us, the birds themselves are much better birding ambassadors than birders are. Black Tern, photographed somewhere in rural North Dakota.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

10,000 Flocks



The Great Ornithologist Felonious Jive wrote a post on flocks over at 10,000 Birds. Please, go forth and read it. These Greater Scaup and Redhead were part of the big diving duck flock at Lake Merritt, Oakland, CA.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

A Weird Time Of Year


Golden-crowned Sparrows are often found in blooming willows and fruit trees this time of year, bucolically devouring flower petals. Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.

Late February. It's a weird time of year. Some people hate February. Winter has been around for a while now, and people in colder climates are starting to get sick of it. The sharp and jagged pains from a million Valentine's Day disasters are felt from coast to coast. Birders have been staring at the same birds for months, and desperately look forward to spring migration. A kind of catatonic depression begins to sink in...long, loving relationships fracture and explode into flames...The Fear sets in, fingernails are chewed off...who are these bastards watching me from the shadows anyway?...and we ask ourselves how much more we can really take...

Well, I'm sure that's the case for some people anyways. Personally, February has always been a month of transition for me, as every year I typically cease my Perpetual Weekend and go back to being a field biologist. At this time last year I was taking up residence west of Veracruz, Mexico, standing on a roof all day looking for raptors and being force-fed caguamas at night (in this case caguamas are 40 oz beers, not tortoises)...but at this point, I've managed to completely fail at lining anything up. Life is pain, as they say, but my luck is bound to change.

Yup...February. Today's blog is a quick snapshot of birding around the bay area this time of year. And before I dive in too deep in to the philosophical bowels of the month, I must assist The Great Ornithologist Felonious Jive in finishing his next 10,000 Birds post, before it is too late. See you soon, bird geeks.


Next month most Western Grebes that intend on breeding this year will begin retreating from the coast to inland lakes. Once there, they will commence spectacular courtship dances and making grotesquely adorable babies. Lake Merritt, Oakland.


Clark's Grebes will do pretty much the same thing as Westerns...they used to be the same species, ya know. Lake Merritt, Oakland.


Hooded Mergansers will be departing in a few weeks. It is a great shame. Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.



Black Phoebes and other "resident" passerines often begin nesting earlier than the migrants. By the way, this is my best Black Phoebe shot to date...Californians may feel insulted to have to look at another phoebe, but maybe the rest of you will appreciate it. Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.


Varied Thrushes are uncommon winter visitors to much of the bay area. They won't be around much longer, as the urge to retreat to the redwoods grows stronger every day. Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.


Raptors, like Peregrine Falcons, often get started breeding during the winter months. This one won't be bumping cloacas quite yet though, it's too young. Point Reyes.


Seawatching birders will be detecting northbound migrants soon, if they haven't started already. Pacific Loons are one of the commonest spring migrants along the California coastline. Half Moon Bay.


A few miles offshore, Cassin's Auklets occupy California waters year round. Much like me, they are probably growing tired of just hanging around for the past several months and doing nothing but socializing and eating...it's time to breed! Well, I don't actually intend on doing that, but you know what I mean. Half Moon Bay.


February is a great time of year to look for weird gulls....herring runs can trigger thousands of gulls to accumulate along stretches of coast for days at a time. I thought this beefy beast was well-proportioned for a darker Herring X Glaucous Gull (aka Nelson's Gull), although it could be a Glaucous-winged X Herring. Fort Baker, Golden Gate National Recreation Area.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

The Perpetual Weekend Rolls On...






This Dusky-capped Flycatcher is one of the rarer birds I've seen in 2012, and apart from a few Heerman's Gulls probably the only bird I've seen this year from south of the border. Golden Gate Park, San Francsico, CA.

Having been Funemployed for the whole winter (which, granted, is getting old), a lot of birding has been happening. Birding, in fact, is the key. I have not been lacking in a night life, but the sad fact is that most people I know usually work or go to school during the day. I feel really bad for them, as it prevents them from seeing birds. Fortunately, the birds have been entertaining in the diurnal hours....here are a few images from earlier this winter that I haven't posted yet.








A Snow Goose family. Snow Goose family units are probably much less dysfunctional than American families (human), but losing members to predators and shotguns probably doesn't help. Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge, CA.



American Pipits really know how to strut. Check out that tarsal length! Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge, CA.


A female Mountain Bluebird in the process of disfiguring a Jerusalem Cricket. You should see what a flock of these things can do to a horse....nightmarish stuff. Armour Ranch Road, Santa Ynez, CA.


Black-necked Stilts have both style and class...unless you are near their nests, when they transform into headaches. Radio Road, Redwood Shores, CA.


I don't think I've ever posted a Bewick's Wren shot on BB&B, so I would like to rectify that. Rare, no. Jaunty, yes. Abbott's Lagoon, Point Reyes National Seashore, CA.






Glaucous Gull is another bird virgin to BB&B. I am happy to say, virgin no more! This bird has been present for several weeks at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.



I probably should've posted this around Christmas, oh well. White-crowned Sparrow, Lake Merced, San Francisco, CA.


Greater White-fronted Goose, Mallards, Cackling Goose. This is a common fourgy in some parts of the state, but not so much on the coast. Stern's Wharf, Santa Barbara, CA.


Northern Shoveler, an appealing duck. Radio Road, CA.


Everyone likes Great Egrets, I would say they are one of the top 5 birds nonbirders ask me about. "I saw this big white crane next to the freeway last week, yadda yadda yadda...". Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA.


Corvids and raptors do not mix, and the Corvids usually win. Such was the case with this Common Raven and Red-tailed Hawk. Ano Nuevo State Park, CA.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

With Talons Locked


Snow Geese can be found in abundance throughout much of the country, but they still make for good pictures.

Welcome to another glorious and life-changing edition of Bourbon, Bastards and Birds. Today we bring you some scenes from Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge, a Shangri-La for waterfowl, raptors and other marsh denizens.

After going to see the Falcated Duck a few weeks ago, the next logical step was doing a loop around the Sacramento refuge. The usual tens of thousands of birds were out doing their thing...mulling, milling, wallowing...letting it all hang out. The definite highlight was the Bald Eagle airshow (see below), but there were plenty of other birds to gawk at.



Massive congregations of diminutive Ross' Geese winter at the refuge. Or perhaps they are diminutive masses?


 The refuge is thick with Northern Harriers.



A lot of Bald Eagles were out, striking fear into the hearts of ducks, geese, terrorists, communists, etc.


And then they decided to do pull a National Geographic stunt...

















Cool right?! At this point I broke into tears and wept openly as other birders passed by and pointed and laughed . 


Brittany is modeling a Zeiss scope, Bogen tripod, Leica binoculars and Nikon DSLR with Nikkor lens. Wicked.


Cinnamon Teal are one of the many waterfowl species that exist that are more interesting looking than Mottled Ducks. The downside is that everyone misidentifies females as Blue-winged Teal. Pretty much every birder has done this at some point, with the obvious exception of myself (Number 7 here, hello).


Turkey Vulture. What can we say about Turkey Vultures? They lack voice boxes and their chicks look like this. Adorbz.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Sand Island Soap Opera



Just another day at The Bike Rack. Or so it seems...

Hey nerds. In honor of my colleague Dan (of TPAD fame) finishing his stint on Midway last week, I am resurrecting an old blog post that I originally wrote in March of 2009. I doubt many of you saw it, so here it is again, new and improved and even more dramatic. By the way, the birding community is celebrating the fact that Dan Maxwell actually failed to topple The Great Ornithologist Felonious Jive from atop the Midway Atoll listing pedestal, and his rank in the Global Birder Ranking System slips yet again. But enough of that, may I now present, The Sand Island Soap Opera...

So Midway Atoll has been referred to as "America's Galapagos", due to the trusting nature of its wildlife. Unless you try to pick it up or run it over, many of the birds, seals and turtles dont really respond to people. This lets you get to know them pretty well. Even if you do try to pick things up or run them over (I do not recommend this), some of the birds will be too stubborn to move. Last night I picked up a Bonin Petrel that needed to be relocated (they seem to get drunk off bright lights), and it somehow got out of my hands and climbed up my arm, then sat on my shoulder like some sort of crazy sea-parrot. I really wish someone had a camera. It seemed to like it up there because when I tried to get it off it just clung to my back and climbed up onto my neck. Epic.

Anyways. Two of the commoner birds here are Laysan Albatross (most of the world's population breeds here) and Red-tailed Tropicbirds (largest nesting site in the Hawaiian Islands?). Laysans cover the islands and nest everywhere. They display a huge range of personalities and temperments, from the ones in my yard who will let you pet them to the ones on Eastern Island who will trample chicks to get away from you. They seem to experience things they are interested in by nibbling or biting them, so you can generally figure out their disposition by offering them your finger. My yardatross will delicately nibble, some will politely decline, a few others will try to rip your finger off, and others will treat you like some kind of Albatross-Antichrist and avoid you at all costs. In general, they are very affectionate and curious though, and they do all sorts of strange things.

The tropicbirds are easily the sexiest birds here. Hands down. And like any gorgeous celebrities, they have awful tempers and raging egos. They don't have the standard celebrity-length legs though, so they arent very mobile when they are on the ground. They tend to be very reluctant to move at all, and rather than awkwardly waddle away they will fight just about anything that it is confronted with. I've had to rescue a baby albatross that was getting choked to death by one, and one of the first Christmas Shearwaters I saw was being attacked and choked by a tropicbird. I'm beginning to see a pattern here. Anyhow, here are a few pictures from a funny albatross-tropicbird interaction that I watched from a few feet away, with some bonus internal monologue. As a Scientist, I think it is extremely accurate.



Albatross: Ooooh!!! What do we have here?
Tropicbird: Ewww. Another lowly albatross. How I detest you.




Albatross: Good! Its not looking! I am going to preen the hell out of it! Ooh its so pretty and soft!
Tropicbird: I am so much better than these goddamn gooney birds. I would be extremely pissed if one ever tried to touch me.







Tropicbird: Why do I feel so dirty all of a sudden? I should take a look back here...Oh. My. God.
Albatross: Uh oh.



Albatross: I think it noticed me.
Tropicbird: *builds rage*




Tropicbird: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!! THIS IS RAPE!!!! I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR STUPID GOONEY HEAD OFF AND DRINK YOUR FILTHY ALBABLOOD!!!!!!
Albatross: Oops, sorry.....




Albatross: So....um......how about letting me get some more preening action?
Tropicbird: I am going to peck out your eyes, eat them, then barf them up and feed them to your chick if you touch me again.









Albatross: Ok, I can take a hint...but you sure look like you could use some light nibbling.
Tropicbird: Stop it. Just stop.