Showing posts with label Ruddy Turnstone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruddy Turnstone. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Rockpipers Are The New Sandpipers



With new camera in hand, the other day I followed up on legendary Venturan Don DesJardin's report of good shorebird concentrations on one of the local Ventura beaches. It was not hard to find the large flock of courageous rockpipers ravenously feeding on mole crabs along the sandy shore. No matter how many annoying people and off-leash dogs came through the area, the birds would continue to move from a short breakwater to the adjacent beach to feed. They even tolerated the girl who wandered down the breakwater to the edge of the flock to photograph them with a point-and-shoot. This was a great source of stress for me and created an inner dialogue of many expletives.



Eventually I figured out the birds' routine and staked out a spot on the beach. They quickly realized that I was not a threat; just there TO CRUSH THEM INTO OBLIVION. That worked fine for them, because at that point all they on their minds was decimating the local marine invertebrates that tried pitifully to escape into the wet sand. The tattler's longer bill seemed like a good match for the crabs, but even the snub-nosed turnstones and surfbirds were plunging their faces into the sand and coming up with struggling invertebrates that knew their brief existences were about to end. The slaughter was almost too much to bear.

It was a magnificent morning, uninterrupted by other birders and photographers who came to swarm the site the next day.


In all my previous years of shorebirding, I've seen Surfbirds feeding away from rocky shores maybe twice. It was hard to reconcile the flock of Wandering Tattlers, Surfbirds, Black and Ruddy Turnstones, and single Red Knot (?!) hammering the sandy beach like they did it every day of every year. Most of the Surfbirds were still in breeding plumage, but this duder was well on its way to the basic grays of winter.


It was a bit strange watching Surfbirds plunge their stubby bills into the sand for succulent mole crab goodness, but their facial handicap did not seem to do deter them. Of course, they looked good doing it.


I cannot claim to know what the Surfbird was doing to attain this strange posture. Judging by how intimidated I was while cowering behind my camera, it was a little-known (and highly effective) threat display specific to birders.


Out of the local rockpiper community, Wandering Tattler is both the least common and least approachable species. They can be a pain in the ass just to find, let alone photograph, so I found myself getting emotional when tattlers decked out in full alternate plumage would trot within 20 feet of me while playing "Sanderling" with the waves.


All that fine patterning is something else. In a couple months they will all be in a Willetesque winter disguise.


They seemed right at home feeding in the sand, constantly picking out mole crabs. If you thought that this one looked like it was bringing me a crab as a gift, you would be absolutely correct. I will cherish it always.


Don't know how I got this picture.


It has been years since I've found tattlers this cooperative, and I never thought I would have the divine luck of finding a bunch of tame ones while I had a camera in hand. The bird gods have been kind. I always like to study these birds when I can, to be on top of my game for when the next Gray-tailed Tattler appears in my binoculars. I did hear one atypical Wandering vocalization on this day, but it was nothing like the golden-ploveresque mellowness that a Gray-tailed chirps when alarmed.


Unlike the usually-wary tattlers, Black Turnstones are not quite as skiddish. When the Red Knot, Surfbirds and tattlers were too far out, I would turn to my old and reliable turnstone friends and attempt to wreak photographic havoc.


Nothing strikes more fear into the admittedly small heart of a mole crab like the vibrations of a Black Turnstone landing on the sand above them.


Luckily for the mole crabs, this fear is short-lived. Literally.


Of course Ruddy Turnstones are no strangers to sandy shores, but we love them all the same. Ruddy Turnstones are truly successful species...the only Californian rockpiper that is on both sides of the continent, I've seen them in the Aleutians, Midway Atoll, North Dakota, the Dry Tortugas, etc. They really get around. This can likely be explained by their stimulating leg color.

All of these photos were taken just south of the Ventura Harbor, usually a reliable place for the above rockpipers, and Black and American X Black Oystercatchers. If you are coming from out of state and trying to track these species down, this is a good place to start...but you should probably check the rocks first. I swear.

Monday, May 3, 2010

No Sex, No Drugs, No Sir, Not Me


Here is the Ringtail Cat that lives in our attic.  Best roommate ever.

Ok, now that I've got all that "white guilt" off my chest (well, half of my chest), we can get back to the matter at hand.  I spent the weekend in the Chiricahuas, doing a lot of birding and a lot of hiding from the weekend.  Jesus, the weather this spring has been nothing but a fat disappointment.  Anyways.....I got my lifer Montezuma Quail, which caused me to poop a little.  For those unfamiliar, this is a common reaction upon seeing a Montezuma Quail, for they wield the curse of Montezuma's Revenge as a defense mechanism.  Take a quail by surprise, and they will take your intestines for a ride.  There are a few legends of huge groups of birders running into large coveys of Montezuma Quail, and you can bet that they would have wished they were wearing diapers if they weren't already (they were very old, you see).  Anyhow, consider yourself Warned.

Other quality birds included a Short-tailed Hawk, lots of Blue-throated Hummingbirds, Juniper Titmouse, Western Wood-Pewee, White-eared Hummingbird (in Miller Canyon), and of course Elegant Trogons.  That's not a bad bunch of birds, eh?  


Surfbirds and Ruddy Turnstones lurk brightly at Pelican Point, next to Puerto Penasco, MEX.

I've only got about a week left here before it's back to California for hot minute.  Unfortunately, there will be no San Francisco or Arcata trip, sorry lovers, but I do plan on consuming every drop of alcohol in Ventura County before I head up to the Aleutians for the summer, as it's going to be several dry months, if you know what I'm saying.

There's so much more to say.  Some kind of condemning, yet eloquent synopsis on the region and its birdlife feels like it should be in order....but I don't think I've had enough caffeine to tackle that kind of monstrous idea.  The Fear And Loathing that I've been fighting off lately is being replaced with the beautiful realization that I will be Free soon, if only for a short time.......it's also a bummer (and kind of ironic) to be leaving right when the complete suite of birds actually gets here.....there's still a lot of summer birds that I haven't seen yet this year.....

Which is neither here nor there.  Tomorrow morning, around 4:30 AM, I will set out on my last death march up to the top of Madera Canyon, down Josephine Canyon, back to Josephine Saddle, up to Mt. Wrightson, then down to Florida Saddle and finally Florida Canyon Wednesday afternoon.  The snow should be at a humane depth at least.  

Ok.  I've got a world to save.  See you later.


Verdins are ever-present in desert habitats in the area.  They remind me of Bushtits on steroids.