July 30, 2012

California Wanderings, Part 8: Mono Lake


On June 23, we drove from Lake Tahoe, across the beautiful Sierra Nevada to the salty waters of Mono Lake.  Covering 60 square miles and being over 700,000 years old, Mono Lake is one of the oldest lakes in North America.   

Faux Cattle Guard (painted lines on the road), Mono County
Are cattle that dumb?
By Renée Haip

Sierra Nevada, Mono County - by Renée Haip

Wilson's Phalarope, Mono County - by Joel Such

With only an afternoon to explore this scenic location, we only had time to make a few stops.  Around Mono Basin’s visitor center, we picked up our first sage dwelling species of the trip.  The trills and buzzes of a singing Brewer’s Sparrow was the first to be heard shortly followed by singing Sage Thrashers and a Sage Sparrow.  A scorpion was additionally discovered under a rusty piece of metal.

Brewer's Sparrow - by Joel Such

Sage Thrasher - by Joel Such

Our next stop was at Old Marina on Mono Lake’s western shore, a location known for its colony of California Gulls nesting on a rocky island a short distance offshore.  California Gulls were everywhere along with Brewer’s Blackbirds, Green-tailed Towhees, Violet-green Swallows, and a singing Lazuli Bunting.  Here we were able to watch some of the foraging techniques of the California Gulls including one, which was running, mouth open, through a swarm of Brine Flies.

California Gull Nesting Colony - by Joel Such

Scanning the Lake - by Renée Haip

California Gull Chowing Down Brine Flies - by Marcel Such

California Gull Foraging on Brine Flies - by Joel Such

Brine Flies - by Joel Such

California Gull - by Joel Such

Along the far northwest corner of Mono Lake, we ambled down Mono Lake County Park’s boardwalk through willows and marsh to the shore of the lake.  A variety of birds were present including Canada Geese, American Avocets, Yellow Warblers, Song Sparrows, Red-winged Blackbirds, and a Virginia Rail darting through the partially submerged grass followed by a black fluffy chick.

View from the Boardwalk - by Renée Haip

Violet-green Swallow - by Joel Such

With time slipping away, we closed the afternoon with a hike through the famous South Tufa area.  We saw Say’s Phoebes, Savannah Sparrows, California Gulls sifting through the water for brine shrimp, and two occupied Osprey nests constructed on the tops of island tufas.  Saltier than seawater, no fish live in the water requiring the Osprey to fish elsewhere.

Tufa Towers - by Renée Haip

By Renée Haip

California Gulls - by Renée Haip

California Gulls - by Joel Such

Brewer's Blackbird atop Tufa Tower - by Joel Such

California Gull - by Joel Such

Osprey Nest - by Joel Such

Male Brewer's Blackbird - by Joel Such

Female Brewer's Blackbird - by Joel Such

Female Brewer's Blackbird - by Joel Such

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Our next entry will feature Yosemite National Park!

July 29, 2012

Cornell Young Birders' Event - July 19-22

When Joel and I were five and seven years old, you could often hear nested in our conversation “When we go to Cornell this…” and “When we are at Cornell that…”  For two young bird nerds, it wasn't the oddest thing to say.  Cornell University and its Cornell Lab of Ornithology in Ithaca, New York, are legendary institutions in the birding community, as the university offers an excellent ornithology program, and the world renown lab is the hub of important avian research and citizen science projects.  At one point, somebody popped our bubble by informing us that there was tuition involved in our grand scheme.  I tried to break it lightly to Joel . . .  “Joel, we’re not going to Cornell; we can’t afford it.”  After I had caught wind that there were things called "scholarships," I went back to Joel and told him . . . "Hey Joel, we're going to Cornell after all; we're going for free."  As I head into my junior year of high school this fall, college seeking has become more necessary and daunting than when I was seven.  Birds still consume my everyday life and aspirations, and thus Cornell still looms on my list of post-high school possibilities.  So when the opportunity presented itself to visit, I jumped on it.  Back in April I heard that I was one of the ten lucky teens accepted to the annual Cornell Young Birder Event.  I booked my tickets to Ithaca and settled in to wait.

 Sapsucker Woods

The day of departure finally came, with the accompanying sleep-deprivation and stress of flying from the Mountain West to a minor East Coast airport.  Foreseeing difficulties, I fortunately had scheduled to arrive a day early.  After surviving a 3 AM alarm clock, a series of delayed departures, reroutings, and multiple cancelled flights, I finally managed to get the last seat of the day to Binghamton, another small airport 40 minutes southeast of Ithaca.  This also happened to be the last flight to anywhere near Ithaca until the next afternoon, so I was extremely grateful.  Chris Wood and Tom Johnson obligingly picked me up at close to 11 o’clock PM.  In true extreme birder form, we made a stop on the way back to Ithaca for a try at American Woodcocks (which were silent, but a calling Great Horned Owl furnished the first species on my brand-new New York state list).  Just before midnight, three whinnying Eastern Screech-Owls in Chris and Jessie’s backyard furnished #2.

Before the immanent arrivals of the other teen birders the following afternoon, Jessie Barry, Chris Wood, and I joined Andy Johnson (of Tropicbirds fame, now a junior at Cornell) to do the grocery shopping.  This ordeal quickly turned hilarious as Andy and I re-cracked old inside jokes about dried mangos, beef jerky, and pop-tarts, argued about the best cereals, ardently discussed how only real men eat crunchy peanut butter, and jokingly bemoaned shopping for people with dietary limitations.  After collecting Ethan Gyllenhaal at the airport and Eamon Corbett at the bus stop, our trio of YB's birded around Sapsucker Woods.  The eastern birds, such as Northern Cardinals, Great Crested Flycatchers, and Rose-breasted Grosbeaks, were as exciting as ever for this westerner.  The remaining seven arrived, and we shuffled inside the auditorium to listen to an inspiring kick-start talk by Lab director John Fitzpatrick on how birds can save the world.  The day wrapped up with a quick lab tour, barbeque dinner, and a discussion with Andrew Farnsworth on nocturnal migration and flight calls before we turned in for the night.

Our first full day (the 20th) started off with an audio and video recording workshop at Myers Point on the shore of Cayuga Lake.  We tried our hands at video taping nearby Least Sandpipers, Killdeer, Belted Kingfishers, and Caspian Terns with DSLR cameras and the “Big Bertha” HD movie camera rig.  In between the fickle rain showers, attempts were made at collecting audio recordings of Purple Martins, European Starlings, Song Sparrows, and Warbling Vireos with an awesome parabolic microphone set-up (Joel, be jealous).

Myers Point

Cayuga Lake

Caspian Tern







Birding Hammond Hill was a change of pace as we walked through this stereotypical wet deciduous forest of the northeast.  Veery called out eerily from the shadows, and Blue-headed and Red-eyed Vireos sang from the canopies.  We finally found our main target for this spot, singing away, invisible, from just a few feet off the trail in the undergrowth.  We finally managed to coax it halfway out into the open, my lifer Mourning Warbler.  We also had Canada, Black-throated Blue, and Magnolia Warblers plus Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers at this productive spot.


Hammond Hill

Red Eft

After lunch, we were back at the lab editing some of our fresh sound recordings, and listened to a series of informative, inspiring, and thought-provoking talks by director John Fitzpatrick, taxonomic specialist Tom Schulenberg (also author of the Birds of Peru), director Steve Kelling, undergraduate Andy Johnson, ex-undergrad Tom Johnson, professor David Winkler, and graduate student Nate Senner.  Post dinner, we descended into the ornithological collection for Irby Lovette’s Night at the Museum.  We toured through the specimen prep room, the ichthyology and herpetology collections, and attempted to complete a puzzle of warbler phylogeny before Irby turned us loose in the bird collection.  We perused drawers full of motmots, birds-of-paradise, South American tanagers, and loads of other exotic specimens.  We even got to look into the drawer of extinct and critically endangered species, even holding an Ivory-billed Woodpecker specimen!  All were loath to leave when the time finally came, with so many cabinets still left unexplored.

Irby's Night at the Museum

Working on Irby's Warbler Challenge

Wilson's Bird-of-paradise (and yes, their tails are actually like that)

 Yours truly holding an Ivory-billed Woodpecker

The random stuff one can find in a museum collection...

Snowy Owls

Hoatzins

I honestly don't remember which motmot Eamon is holding here . . . Blue-crowned maybe?

The following morning, we arose and groggily departed for a full day of birding on the far northern end of the Cayuga Lake basin (Ithaca is in the south).  Seneca Meadows held lots of different species, with Bobolink and Savannah Sparrow song rolling across the grasses.  We also saw Dickcissel, Wood Ducks, and a Yellow-throated Vireo.  Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge’s Topath Road was extremely productive, with tons of shore birds, heron, and ducks.  We saw three individuals from the locally re-established Trumpeter Swan population, plus no less than four Least Bitterns, which was incredible.  A one-eyed Great Horned Owl roosting in a roadside tree was quickly named Nick Fury (if you’ve seen the Avengers, you’ll understand).  Throughout the morning, we birded many other locations in the vast Montezuma NWR, seeing such birds as Solitary Sandpiper, Black Tern, and Swamp Sparrow.  On Armitage Road in Wayne County, we were fortunate enough to hear a distant Cerulean Warbler and see a young Ruby-throated Hummingbird on a nest.  Later that night, we were treated to an inspiring talk by Matt Young on Red Crossbill identification and taxonomy.  Chris Wood ran an eBird tutorial, and Jessie Barry discussed her project, Merlin, an in development online bird identification program.

Seneca Meadows

Seneca Meadows


Widow Skimmer

Nick Fury, the one-eyed Great Horned Owl

Armitage Road

Our final morning was spent at the Roy H. Park Preserve, which was the most avian diverse location we birded.  We saw 68 species, including Black-billed and Yellow-billed Cuckoos (the former being my second and final lifer of the trip), Pileated Woodpeckers, Field Sparrows, Alder Flycatchers, Chestnut-sided, Prairie, Black-throated Green, and Blue-winged Warblers, Ovenbirds, Scarlet Tanagers, and Barred Owls.  It was a truly memorable way to end my brief visit to New York.  A couple of short hours later, I was saying good-bye to all of my newly made friends (or old friends in a few cases).  As I had the last flight out, I had a few hours of hang time.  I occupied it by admiring some of Vanya Rohwer's brilliant bird nest photographs, which hopefully will be part of a book project someday.  Upon viewing some of Vanya's incredible American Woodcock images, Chris Wood was seized with more woodcock mania and Chris, Vanya, and I promptly departed to try our luck at a likely spot.  In reality, we would be extremely lucky and fortunate if we happened to stumble across one.  A mere handful of minutes later, we realized that I needed to be at the airport.  All of my flights home surprisingly went exactly as planned, and I considered myself extremely fortunate.  Maybe it was all of the luck that those woodcocks had withheld from me…

Roy H. Preserve Park

Cedar Waxwing

Chestnut-sided Warbler

This was about to be one unlucky Leaf-footed Bug (Acanthocephala terminalis I believe)

Black-throated Green Warbler

Black-throated Green Warbler

Common Wood-Nymph
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Thanks to everybody at Cornell University who made this unique opportunity possible and to Zeiss Optics for its corporate sponsorship of the event.  Special thanks to Chris Wood and Jessie Barry for their above and beyond efforts to accommodate my travel schedule and to Nate Senner for putting up with our late night antics.