Showing posts with label brown noddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brown noddy. Show all posts

Thursday, March 12, 2015

From Anous to Thalasseus: Tern Heroes


Brown Noddy is a truly slick looking bird, with shades of gray, brown and black all somehow seamlessly melting into one another.  I'm told they can be pretty aggressive around nests but in my experience with them you just walk up to them and they let you stare at them super hard. Photographed at Midway Atoll.

I have a plan...a plan to see a certain species of tern.  A species I haven't seen before.  I'm not going to try for another couple of months, but I'm really looking forward to it.  I don't get lifer terns very often (the last couple were Bridled in 2013, Aleutian in 2010) so I'm getting pretty worked up about it. Terns are a big deal.  They are aesthetically pleasing, highly migratory, prone to vagrancy, and often offer a worthy ID challenge.  Many species are stunning, even while still comfortably constrained by The Economy of Style.  In anticipation and celebration of this event, I'm going to post a suite of other terns that have improved my life in myriad ways.


My experiences with Black Noddy, on the other hand, have not been similar.  They look at you from trees and don't want to be near you.  Although I saw many, many Black Noddies while out at Midway, this was the one and only really approachable individual I found...which I am grateful for, because it chose the perfect perch and perfect background. Note the longer, more slender bill in comparison to Brown Noddy.


Sooty Terns sure do get around...around the world, that is.  It's one of two tern species I've seen on the east coast, west coast, and Hawaiian Islands (Least Tern being the other).  This bird was (still is?) part of the colony on Eastern Island at Midway Atoll.

Ahhh, my last life tern, and what a sweet lifer it was.  Before seeing them I was always confounded about how these could be told from Grey-backed Terns (which do have some range overlap in the South Pacific), but I can see a difference now. This Bridled Tern was photographed off Cape Hatteras, North Carolina.


Grey-backed Terns are sweet birds...they sometimes nest in the same places as Sooty Terns, but are always less abundant and less annoying (Sooty colonies are loud and intense).  I've always considered them the luxury car of terns, although I don't know why and that probably doesn't make sense to anyone else.  Note the finer bill and paler back than the Bridled Tern above; Grey-backed also has less black in the primaries when seen from below. Photographed at Midway Atoll.


Least Terns and I go way back...they are one of the handful of birds that I remember well from those dark ages of before I was a birder.  I worked with these birds a lot in San Diego a couple years ago, unfortunately all of their breeding colonies fared horribly and it was kind of depressing (colonies up and down California failed that year).  Photographed in Escondido, CA.


As far as photography goes, shooting feeding terns never gets old.  Here is a Forster's Tern, mid-plunge. Photographed at the Tijuana River Estuary, CA.


Though shackled with a...common...yet horrible name, Common Tern is always a bird we enjoy seeing in California.  Rarely common, we most often find them during fall migration at the Salton Sea, coastal wetlands and well offshore, in the realm of Arctic Terns.  You would not expect to find a bird from the Canadian prairie far out at sea, but luckily birds have a habit of defying birder expectations.  Photographed at Ormond Beach, CA.


Arctic Terns are tantalizing.  Unless you are lucky enough to bird where they breed, they always seem so...ephemeral.  Uncommon off California during fall, they are never really dependable on pelagic trips, and sightings are usually brief and of poor to mediocre quality. I want to see more. Photographed off Bodega Bay, CA.


I first met Sandwich Tern at Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve (in Orange County, CA) back in the mid 90's when one had teamed up with an Elegant Tern to make hybrids.  It would be over 10 years before I saw another, but now we make sure to eyeball each other with more regularity. Photographed at the Dry Tortugas, FL.



Elegant Terns are a common sight up and down California in summer and fall.  As breeders, they have increased in the state over the years, forming colonies in San Diego, Orange and most recently Los Angeles Counties...no minor achievement, considering how few breeding colonies there are in the world.  Photographed at Half Moon Bay, CA.



Unlike on the Atlantic coast, Royal Terns do not venture very far northward; they are a rare bird away from southern California.  Despite frequently associating with Elegant Terns (which provide great comparisons), they are often misidentified...but such is the fate of many terns South Padre Island, TX.


For the world's biggest tern, you would think Caspian Terns would have some different behaviors from the rest of the family...but aside from monstrous vocalizations, they are pretty similar.  Fortunately, those horrible calls are quite charming.  Photographed at South Padre Island, TX.


Gull-billed Terns, on the other hand, know how to stand apart.  Gull-billed Terns are just as content foraging for horned lizards in the sand dunes as they are fish in the surf line.  They hunt bird eggs and chicks, and will get mobbed by other tern species.  They are everything Caspian Terns wish they could be, all while carrying themselves with a certain grace and elegance. Photographed at the Tijuana River Estuary.


Black Terns have always been there for me.  Back when I started birding, a Black Tern was one of the first Vague Runts I ever saw (at the Ventura Water Treatment Plant, if you must know). They are always there for me at the Salton Sea in the summer.  When I needed them most (for lack of humanity to spend time with), they were there in the greatest of numbers in North Dakota.  I would be lying if I said I wasn't dying to see their Vague Runt brethren, White-winged Tern, but until I do Black Terns will continue to validate my existence.  Photographed at Lostwood NWR, North Dakota.


White Tern is a singular bird...there's nothing quite like them. They nest pretty much anywhere that isn't the ground, just plop out an egg where hopefully the chick won't be too exposed to the weather. They are tame. They come hover next to your head as you walk by their perch. If you haven't seen one, they are your favorite bird waiting to happen. Photographed at Midway Atoll.


Last but not Least Tern, I finally give you a stupid tern pun and offer you an honorary tern, a Black Skimmer. Skimmers look great on the wing, but they always look so grumpy at rest. Maybe if no one could tell that I had eyeballs, I would seem grumpy too.  Photographed at South Padre Island, TX.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

That Ain't Nothing But My Hammer Sucking Wind!



Brown Noddies on Midway Atoll's Eastern Island. I do miss that place...

There are benefits to my lifestyle, you know. I have no real obligations, can go wherever I can afford, and can more or less can be paid to travel. I feel fortunate that I (usually) like my job, get to see and make new friends everywhere, both avian and human. One of the smaller benefits is that I get really good at applying at jobs....well, let me rephrase that. I do it so much that I'm kind of flippant when I do it, so it's not a big deal. I had a phone interview yesterday and I actually enjoyed it. Weird.

Right. Being a nomadic bird biologist, in terms of employment, is a good thing. I've applied to seven (7) jobs in the last month, and it will be eight (8) by the end of today. Not many people are lucky enough to have those kinds of opportunities out there.

Of course, there are downsides. I have no health insurance, am unemployed (this is mostly a good thing though), will never make a large income, am usually away from my loved ones (this will change shortly though), and its damn hard to have any kind of normal stable relationship with any particular lady. Having a room can be nice too, although I am adapting to life out of the Honda. It's definitely turning into a hermit crab situation (I'm the crab, the car is my shell, obvi), although I have yet to decorate it with anenomes. Kudos if you got that joke.

Today's wisdom comes from Dr. Greg Graffin, UCLA professor and singer of Bad Religion, enjoy.

The "come join us" attitude that seeks to attract followers, usually results in a rabble of weak people who think that their power lies in the large numbers of like-minded clones they have compiled. There is no strength in numbers however, if the people are glued together by a short-sighted, self-serving, fear-induced mantra that promotes factions and exclusionary principles.

Strong ideologies don't require a mob, they persist through time, and never go away, because they are intimately connected to our biology. They are part of what it means to exist as Homo sapiens. Punk typifies that tradition. It is a movement of epic proportions, that transcends the immediacy of the here-and- now, because it is, was, and always will be there-and-forever, as long as humans walk the earth.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Liberty Is A Glorious Beast

I'm still in San Francisco, taking in the social scene, great food and questionable people that the city offers. Ive taken a much-needed Haightcation in the last couple days, and things are starting to feel Right again. I no longer am stricken with a sense of Fear and Loathing whenever I encounter large groups of people, although uberhipsters and ultrabros are still a bummer to be sure.

The big news is that I was offered a job with Bat Conservation International in Pennsylvania, which I accepted yesterday. So I will be Eastbound And Down in a few weeks, but until then I can float around in California.....indeed, some sort of human debris in America's Great Western Human Garbage Patch, waiting to be eaten up and fed to the next generation of Americans. A dubious fate to be sure.

Here is another crop of pictures from my last couple weeks at Midway......enjoy!









Thursday, June 11, 2009

Friend Against Friend



A male Red-footed Booby, making the world a better place.



Christmas Shearwater, about to unleash the holiday spirit.



I am Beastmaster. Or, SOOTYTERNMASTER.



This pillbox (fortunately) never got to perform its original purpose, which was to defend the island against a Japanese troop landing. Now its a hangout for Brown Noddies.



This is the oldest Red-tailed Tropicbird chick from any of the study plots. I wish it my best.



The classic Laysan Albatross "handshake".



This Black-footed Albatross chick is close to fledging.



Since this one was given The Mark Of The Beast, I'm sure it will live a long, sinister life terrorizing squid and future albatross chicks.



Pure gratuity. That's Kate, she is an algaestar.



My ceiling tile from the All Hands Club. My stuff is in the upper right corner.

I'm back in San Francisco now, trying to adjust to life where just about everything is the opposite of what Ive been experiencing since I first got to Midway. It's not the smoothest transition, but its great to be around friends again where I can feel free to be my loathsome self.....or anyone else, for that matter. So far, so good.

Below is my bird list from the atoll....I think its a pretty good list. It has every species known to currently breed on Midway, some migrants, some vagrants, some wintering birds......I think it's pretty great. Sure its not a massive list by any means, but Out There its quality, not quantity, you know what I'm saying? I might add that the Lesser Frigatebird was spotted on my birthday, and I didnt even use binoculars with it. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. Here is an identification tip for you that isnt really emphasized in the i.d. books Ive gotten my hands on....the LEFR really is substantially smaller than the many Great Frigatebirds that are out there. Its pretty obvious. That doesnt help if the bird is by itself, but if its mixed in with a big frigatebird kettle like mine was, they stand out pretty well.

I'll post some more pictures in the near future......until then, you can find me getting reacquainted with an old friend (Jameson).

Green-winged Teal
Laysan Duck
Northern Pintail
Northern Shoveler
Eurasian Wigeon
American Wigeon
Laysan Albatross
Black-footed Albatross
Short-tailed Albatross
Bonin Petrel
Bulwer's Petrel
Wedge-tailed Shearwater
Christmas Shearwater
Tristram's Storm-Petrel
Red-footed Booby
Brown Booby
Masked Booby
Lesser Frigatebird
Great Frigatebird
White-tailed Tropicbird
Red-tailed Tropicbird
Cattle Egret
Pacific Golden-Plover
Whimbrel (Siberian and American)
Bristle-thighed Curlew
Grey-tailed Tattler
Wandering Tattler
Ruddy Turnstone
Glaucous Gull
Glaucous-winged Gull
Little Tern
Least Tern
Sooty Tern
Grey-backed Tern
Brown Noddy
Fairy Tern
Black Noddy
Common Myna
Canary

Friday, April 17, 2009

A Teenage Tiger In The Living Room



Picture me kayakin. Photo by Gary Nielsen.

"It's an ugly fucking world." - Propagandhi

Friday. I gotta tell you, it doesn't have the same meaning it used to.....its nice to enjoy the work you do for a change. Now, if only I could make some money this way....hmm.....nope, I don't think it can be done!

My weekend plans aren't much different than usual here. Jimmy the Duck Jedi is flying in tonight and will be moving in with me and Gary. I am now officially in the market for another bird job, so I'll probably start applying to stuff pretty soon here. I'll let you know how that goes....Ive found stuff from Florida to Alaska for the summer. I'm thinking southeast Arizona would be nice though. Theres also been manta rays lurking in the harbor lately, so I'll try to check those out.

We found several fresh and not-so-fresh dead albatross chicks in our study plots today, which made banding a stinkier and more gruesome job than usual. Normally a dead chick is, although sad, not a big deal. But if it is one of our banded birds, we are supposed to retrieve the bands. This is not a fun task when you are dealing with a ball of maggots and the bird's flesh falls off its bones when you try to move it.

A lot of chicks die here. Extreme heat, high winds, excessive rain, and high surf all wipe out a lot of eggs and chicks. Inexperienced parents may not bring back enough food, and some parents just don't come back at all.....usually for ominous reasons. On top of all this, there is the plastic problem I mentioned in the previous blog. You may now wish to refer to the above quote to assess my opinion of these issues.



This Brown Noddy is part of the frontline invasion force of its species. The Browns are a hell of a lot more approachable than the Blacks it seems like. No pun intended.

In bird news, the atoll is awash in Brown Noddies now, and I saw my first White Tern chick a couple days ago over on Eastern. There should be one next to the back door soon......it has already been named "Halsey". And if that egg doesn't hatch, then the other white tern egg out back will become Halsey. I have a good feeling about Halsey I though. Anyways.......Wedge-tailed Shearwaters are back, and I found a dead Pomarine Jaeger on Eastern. Living ain't easy for everybody out here.

Saturday, April 18th, is Record Store Day. I would like to encourage everyone to head out to their favorite mom 'n pop/independent record store and pick up a cd/record/cassette/dvd. Let them know that you support them and could give two shits (or even three!) about the Walmarts, Best Buys, and Targets out there. It is the independent stores that truly foster and support the creation of music in all its forms, not the corporate giants who aren't more concerned with anything beyond the flavor of the day. So go buy the new Propagandhi and enjoy!