A Stout Year

Resplendent Quetzal is one of the top contenders for Most Facemelting Bird of 2013...the mind reels. Photographed above the Savegre Lodge in Costa Rica.

2013 has come and gone...that was quick. There is no doubt other blogs in the Birdosphere have done some recaps of the year (Neil Hayward is the champ...Bell's and Sagebrush Sparrows...Rufous-necked Wood-Rail...Zino's Petrel birder politics and subsequent redemption...yadda yadda). Of course, you know all that stuff, so why rehash it? No, you came here for one reason...# 7.

For years now, I've been almost-enthusiastically year listing, more as a way to get out and birding and exploring new places than anything else...in other words, its fun but neither competitive or intense. It is a very good way to spend a Perpetual Weekend. In 2012 I finished with ~579 (birding in California, Florida, and Costa Rica), and this year it looks like I will be finishing with ~690 (Costa Rica, California, North Carolina). 690 is by far the highest year list I've ever had, and I'm pretty happy about that...of course, I could have gotten to 700 with just a little more luck (not dipping as much, having a better fall for vagrants in the bay area, one more day of landbirding in North Carolina).

700 will have to wait another year though, and I have a feeling it won't be 2014...but you never know. Without further delay, here is this leading birder's breakdown of 2013.

Number of new life birds: I don't know. Probably somewhere over 200? Costa Rica was insane.

Number of new ABA birds: 11 (8 in North Carolina, 3 in California).

Number of new California birds: 14 (including armchair ticks), with 4 in December!

Best lifer: This is hard. I saw so many. Copious lifers in 2013. Fork-tailed Flycatcher was something I'd yearned for for as long as I have been birding. Little Bunting was HUGE (not literally). Trindade Petrels brought the stoke. A rainbow of new hummingbirds were seen in Costa Rica. There's too many to choose from.

Best birder scandal: Although I really enjoy what is happening over here, it is no doubt the implosion of the San Diego birding scene (which resulted in the local listserv being completely abandoned for one operated by a different faction) and subsequent internet combat in San Diego, much of which went on behind the scenes. Remember "Todd Ingress", the fictional blind birder? Lines have since been drawn in the sand. WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON????

Bear witness to this vulgar display of endemism. Island Scrub-Jays were my constant companions for the spring and summer of 2013, even though I was not researching them. Santa Cruz Island (where else?), CA.

Best ABA bird: Little Bunting. I squeezed much satisfaction out of looking at this bird.

Best North Carolina bird: Trindade Petrel. Huge bonus bird.

Best California bird: Red-necked Stint on the LA River. Not the rarest, but it was number 500 for my state list. It was also number 500 for Officer Adam Searcy, who chased the bird with me. That makes us bird-married.

Best northern vagrant: Trumpeter Swans at Modoc National Wildlife Refuge (above). They are expected here in the winter so aren't vagrants per se, but the first time we saw them was an awesome experience. How to sum it up? State bird, majesty, spectacular sunset, serenaded by pleasant trumpeting, pleasant friends...followed by affordable beer and disgusting Basque food.

Best pelagic vagrant: Great Shearwater (off Half Moon Bay, in San Francisco County).

Best Siberian vagrant: I've already mentioned Little Bunting and Red-necked Stint...how about Arctic Loon? I was stoked to see the one wintering in Monterey (a state bird) after I returned from Costa Rica last January.

Best eastern vagrant: Hudsonian Godwit (Napa).

I have had a hell of a time photographing Gray Hawk over the years, despite living in southeast Arizona and spending a good amount of time in other places where they are easy to find (south Texas, Mexico, Costa Rica). I finally had some good luck last week with the bird in Carpinteria, CA...but I was robbed from the opportunity for even crushier shots (see below).

Best Central American Vagrant: Gray Hawk (first California record, Santa Barbara County.

Worst birder experience: A few days ago I was driving up to Oakland from SoCal and saw the Gray Hawk hanging out in its usual spot on Highway 101. The light was perf. I pulled over to crush it, making sure to give it plenty of space so it wouldn't flush into the side of a semi or something. As I got the bird in the viewfinder and was literally focusing on it, a black car pulled off the freeway and parked right next to the bird. You can guess what happened next, and the bird actually flew uncomfortably close to a moving truck that happened to be passing by. The car immediately left after flushing the bird. I was fucking pissed. To whoever you are, you are a dick, and I hope your year is filled with nothing but House Sparrows and feral pigeons.

I was really looking forward to meeting this bird in 2013...it did not disappoint. Fiery-throated Hummingbird is another candidate for Most Facemelting Bird of 2013. Photographed at Paraiso Del Quetzales in the Talamanca Mountains of Costa Rica.

Most facemelting bird: Fuck. I was in Costa Rica. Was it the quetzal? Was it Bay-headed or Speckled Tanager? Fiery-throated Hummingbird? I can't decide.

Worst dip: Dipping on "guaranteed" Masked Ducks in Costa Rica. Ouch. Dipping on Snowcap at one of the best sites for them in Costa Rica also wrought significant pain.

Worst overall miss: I did not see a longspur of ANY SPECIES in 2013. Sigh.

Worst birding experience: Breaking my birdcrusher for the second time in a year by having it detach from its strap and slam onto a sidewalk. This prevented an aggravating number of crushes in the subsequent weeks (Bald and Golden Eagles, Ferruginous and Rough-legged Hawks, Northern Goshawk, Prairie Falcon, Trumpeter Swans, etc.).

Worst day of birding: Going to Outer Point Reyes in early September and seeing exactly one (1) migrant bird, a Western Wood-Pewee. Life was pain.

Best Raptor: The Black-and-white Owl at Cerro Lodge in Costa Rica.

Best birder experience: Watching "Stilt" break down into tears when she did not get to see a Streak-chested Antpitta that the rest of us got to see. It was incredible...and don't worry, she saw it a few minutes later. A very close second was Officer Jon Dunn telling me that I am not fit to serve on the CBRC (because I don't "support the committee", not because I suck). The kicker is that although he was talking to me, about me, he did not recognize me for the person he was talking about...who does that?

Band-rumped Storm-Petrel was one of many lifer pelagic birds off North Carolina last August. I was stoked to get so much boat time this year, off both coasts. Being a leader on Shearwater Journeys trips was a lot of fun and I hope to do it again next year. Oh, I got seasick and puked for the first time this year, that was cool.

Best hybrid: Not rare by any means, but I looked at hella American X Black Oystercatcher hybrids in Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties. It's good practice.

Best bourbon: As with every year, I tasted many a bourbon this year...but I think Broken Bell is one of my new favorites.

Best beer: There's a lot of quality beer out there...but right now I miss Yuengling.

Best album: Bad Religion's True North. "I'm just a petrel in the storm; my island can't protect me anymore."

Greatest Coup of Birding: Oscar Johnson's ridiculous Common Swift above a random patch of desert in Riverside County, CA.

Best birder meme: THERE ARE SO MANY!!! Anything involving inner circles and puppetmasters. "It's too far for you to see"..."Black-chins are still migrating"..."Does he really pronounce it Justine?"...

This year I finally found a convenient/reliable spot for crushing Yellow-billed Magpies, one of California's most interesting, desired, and even poignant species. Photographed in Monterey County, CA.

Best California yearbirder: Dipper Dan. He may not have the highest total in the field, but he won.

Best self-found bird: A Slaty-backed Gull in Marin County (CA) was a long-awaited defeat of a state nemesis.

Best dream bird (aka best bird seen in a dream): Runt Harpy Eagle in northern California.

There were too many great bird trips to count this year, with new and old friends alike. I'm stoked to have such a strong network of friendly dorks available in a pasttime that is littered with people that I would rather avoid, and a girlfriend who is sympathetic to me being gone for months at a time and has a high tolerance for raging nerds. I'm looking forward to meeting more great people and great birds in 2014. I do have a quick trip planned in the very near future that should produce some cool shit (and cool tacos), but aside from that I really don't know where 2014 is going to take me for work or birding trips...and so the Perpetual Weekend rolls on.

Winter Tour Part III: The Olympics!

Gray Jay. THE CUTENESS IS TOO MUCH. Olympic National Park, WA.


After leaving Ocean Shores behind, Stilt and I traipsed (yup, traipsed) up the east side of the Olympic Peninsula to doomy Port Angles, Washington. I ended up staying for about a week, practicing with the drinking team and getting in a few hours of birding every day. We stayed with our friends Cass and Liz, both of whom have been featured in BB&B's terrible interview series, and have somehow created a child together in an attempt to create the ultimate uberbirder. Although the verdict is still out on the young one, I did manage to get my lifer Pine Grosbeaks in her presence, not to mention a vagrant Mountain Bluebird.

Harlequin Ducks were not hard to come by. Ediz Hook, Port Angeles, WA.


Rural Western Washington seems to be a truly strange place...it is not for the faint of heart. Trying to cope with the face-wrecking scenery, crippling birds, horrible weather and the varied and bizarre locals (people, not birds) can be too much to handle all at once. I don't know what would have happened, had I needed to trek all the way out to the Okanagan Valley to find that Ross' Gull....it had disappeared by the time I arrived in Washington, which was sad.....but it also prevented me from reliving the Ivory Gull Incident once again, so it wasn't all bad.

In other news, I updated the Human Birdwatcher Project page, which is handily located above where you are reading this. Go there and catch up on all the edgy and groundbreaking research BB&B has been doing on birders all these years...you might learn something about yourself.

Right....things are happening this week....including a job interview (weird), and some inevitable birdwatching (embarrassing). But don't worry...as long as I am Funemployed, you will get the BB&B fix that you know, love and need. Mahalo.

Harlequin Duck. Have you seen one? If not, you bring great shame and dishonor to your family. Ediz Hook.

Trumpeter Swans take on a frightening and grimly realistic rendition of a fox. Sequim, WA.

A mated pair of birders with altricial young. It should be noted that this is a good place to stand to see Pine Grosbeaks. Olympic National Park, WA.

Common Raven. The snow beneath the bird really helped light it up. Olympic National Park, WA.

Barrow's Goldeneyes. The seaducks in Washington were great...a weird mix of White-winged, Black and Surf Scoters, Long-tailed and Harlequin Ducks, both goldeneyes, Buffleheads and Red-breasted Mergansers. Go there and stare at them intently. Ediz Hook, WA.

Seagull Steve flogs a beach for megas. Sequim WA.

A different look at the same beach. That's Mount Baker looming on the horizon. Sorry for all these non-bird pictures, you don't have to get your feathers all ruffled. Sequim, WA.

Gray Jay is in the running for being BB&B's official bird. Why? In some circles, people still refer to them as WHISKEY JACK. Olympic National Park, WA.

In Washington, even Sanderlings will come to bird feeders. Consequently, minds are boggled. Ediz Hook.

Cline spit in the foreground, Dungeness Spit in the distance. Sequim, WA.

Perfect Death Trigger Happy Patriots

Western Kingbird. Photographed Somewhere In Nevada. It yellowy.

People are still abuzz from Felonious Jive's scandalous interview from earlier this week. I can understand why...he has a strange, magnetic energy about him that somehow reaches out to everyone, feathered and otherwise. Not anyone can be a Great Ornithologist. It was good to get the Human Birdwatcher Project back on track as well...the truth behind birding will be revealed, its just a matter of time. Then, and only then, will everything make sense.

I only made one birding stop between Mono Lake and North Dakota, and that was Camas National Wildlife Refuge, in Idaho. I had never heard of the place but it was on my way north and had no admission charge. Nice. This random spot turned out to be pretty sweet, and I highly recommend checking out if you're ever in the area...although I have no idea you would just happen to be in Eastern Idaho. It had a little bit of everything, and provided a lot of good opportunities with the camera. Their moose did not reveal themselves, but my own Lostwood National Wildlife Refuge has not been forthcoming with its moose either.

Northern Harriers are the scourge of marshes nationwide. Combining the eyesight of a hawk with the hearing of an owl with some intense sexual dimorphism, they are unstoppable.

The flashiest marsh bird of them all, a Yellow-headed blackbird. I'm not sure what its doing exactly. Maybe it isn't either.

Right. North Dakota. It's so....North Dakotan. I don't know what else to say about it. I drove to Minot a couple days ago, which is The Big City for these parts. They have a university and various places of business. I even managed to find some hippie food finally, and made other novel purchases (a case of Schlitz and a bottle of Bullet Rye). The weather was good this week so its been a lot of hours and a lot of miles out on the prairie, circumnavigating various alkali lakes in the great plover hunt, which saps my blogging energies. I'm sorry. I know you need this people...probably more than I could ever know. 

Excuses excuses. Enjoy the Idahoan photos. Sorry that I can't provide any potato coverage, it is a special crop indeed.

A pair of Trumpeter Swans had the place to themselves. Nice view. Camas National Wildlife Refuge.

This Sandhill Cranes has its summer coating of rust. It's from gorging on the blood of the innocent. Excuse the scientific jargon.

Eared Grebes have acquired their summer ears. Can you imagine lacking ears half the year? Yeesh.

This Wookie-textured lump is actually a porcupine. Beware the Idaho-Endor Porcuwookie.