Monday, 28 January 2008

No more Mr. Birdwatcher?

As a birder, I have always enjoyed searching for rarities, finding the unusual, the vagrants and oddities.

That's all over now.

After roughly a quarter of a century, this has all simply become far too boring to be worth my while.
Yes, it is true: "Been there - seen that - done that" feeling all around as soon as I even lay my eyes on a pair of binoculars.

"Where's the challenge?", I keep asking myself and no one answers.

I have therefore switched from birdwatching to something far more difficult, if not impossible:

I have joined the ranks of my fellow amateur-meteorologists and started the ultimate quest that makes kayaking the lowland swamps of Louisiana in search of some woodpecker look like a trip to the local grocery store in search of a bottle of Coca Cola:

I have decided to go and look for winter!!

Well, rumour has it that the North American winter is throwing some big party around the Great Lakes and has invited all his buddies over, including our good old trusty Mister Baltic Winter. If this is true or not still remains to be clarified, but what's for sure is that January is almost over, we're nearing the peak winter phase and have had - optimistically - a handful of days below freezing point until now.
Well, I wouldn't mind that too much if I was staying in Egypt on the Red Sea coast, but over here? Dammit, we're as far North as the southern coast of Hudson Bay, for crying out loud!!

Nightmare!

I have taken a few shots of our winter skies over the last few weeks to prove my point or rather emphasize that this is truly turning into a psychological problem.



Beginning of December



Middle of December



End of December



Beginning of January



Middle of January


Winter birding has basically been non-existent so far and if this warming trend continues at its current pace, we'll have a though time finding Snow Buntings in this kind of winter landscape next January:




Oh well, this is still a birding blog, so here you have it, your birding feature:


Mysterious Monday




Anyone dares a guess as to the object's identity?
It might be a bird.
And it is neither a rogue flying carpet nor a melanistic Seriema flying to the left.

And - unfortunately - it also is not our winter coming in to land and settle down.

Wednesday, 23 January 2008

The things I have been up to...

It's been a while, I know.

I have missed blogging throughout this time and was delighted to see and read that there are indeed a few people out there who noticed my absence and actually demanded a new post.

This is very kind!!


Okay, to take the burden off my soul I must say that there has been a good reason for staying off-line, possibly the best reason there can be.
No, I did not visit Panama with Nuthatch's group, although that would be another acceptable reason.
I am also not dead, haven't even been ill lately, am knocking on wood right now, everyone else around me - as far as I can tell - is fine (hear me knock again), I did not visit the Ross's Gull that's been hanging around Denmark for ages now..., nope, nothing of that sort.

What kept me from Blogging was the arrival of my son


His Hungryness Prince E. M. Belltowerbirder the Smallest


on December 11th, at 9:36 am. For the first time ever, I am a father.




All of us - my wife, son and also myself - are fine and healthy. Well, my wife and I have shown recent signs of massive fatigue and ageing, but I suppose that's just the normal evolutionary process of withering and wilting age in the face of the next generation.

As many of you might have noticed, his arrival hit our planet 6 weeks ago and I still haven't even managed to send out emails with pictures to our closest friends.

Shame and honest apologies.

Well, he's someone who can keep you quite busy and even though this is all more than fine, any spare time we accidentally chance upon is used to maintain basic biological functions through eating, drinking or catching some sleep.


Well, of course parental duties severely impact birding possibilities and I was therefore very relieved to find that Lovely Belltowerbirder Junior (or LBJ as his closest friends and relatives are allowed to call him) shows all the signs of becoming Germany's Next Top-Birder.

I therefore took him on his first real birding excursion to the vast outdoors, which is the city's harbour right outside our little apartment.

I have documented his first approach to birding with a few pictures that I'd like to show and comment upon here:



This is my new perspective upon birds and birding: Mallards, Gulls and Coots viewed over the front of a stroller. Oh come on, it could be worse - as soon as I get bored, a quick glance into (and not over) the stroller will immediately get me an excitement fix to carry me through the next 50 Black-headed Gulls



But you do know the birding is lame when you get excited over finding a largely black-headed Black-headed Gull in winter. And yes, those are rain drops...



This is what those with decency are supposed to look like now...




... and that flasher of courtship signals in winter and totally out of season surely got the disapproval of the whole flock.



Some may remember that in my former life as a birder, I took a deep interest in the variation of the Common Gulls wintering here around Stralsund. Well, that project has hit a nasty snag recently, and not through diaper duty: it's pretty hard to study the variation of winter gulls when winter has decided to skip a few years here. Indeed, there are hardly any Common Gulls around and the following one, the only one I was able to photograph this winter, isn't too exciting as it shows all the field marks of the western form Larus canus canus, the usual form around here.



The common Common Gull



Once in a great while, exciting birds show up around the ponds and harbour waters of Stralsund, and during this first ever birding excursion, LBJ got to see a very close Great Crested Grebe.
Well, he would have gotten to see it had he not fallen asleep the moment I left the house with him.



Another Great species (though not really crested around here but man, that would be a neat record) regularly seen by myself and LBJ on our bird excursions - well, the one we had - is the Coot. As a matter of fact, anyone who's seen them in courtship fights knows why there's even been a song written about them ("Black Balls of Fire" as sung by Jerry Lee Lewis) and incidentally, there's a growing number of scientist who maintain that the Titanic did not hit an ice berg after all but was just unlucky in getting in between two fighting Coots. I endorse their theory, no matter what their pinkish bills might make you think.



And last but not least, my new birding hot spot offers a chance to take a look at the common species from a completely different angle and possibly gain new insights and inspirations.


My son LBJ always enjoys to make a deep and profoundly good impression on people and has thus decided to demonstrate his scientific motivation to his parents and the world by proving that the term "fuzzy baby" hasn't been taken to the extremes, yet. Therefore, and quite often so, I find myself placed in the push position behind a stroller containing LBJ and walking the nightly streets of Stralsund.
Yet again though, I can see that LBJ means only good and Stralsund at night isn't all too bad.
Here for example is the Gorch Fock, a beautiful sailing ship with quite a history that you can read about here.


Day after day, day after day we stuck no breath no motion, as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean ... or as an old ship with no money for repair at a remote harbour.




While the pubs and bars are still out of bounds for LBJ and me on our nightly tours...




... the harbour's breakwater is a good compensation and a very social one, too if you enjoy the sole company of a sleeping baby.



Yet again though - and even in his sleep - LBJ's birding genes amaze me: through our night excursions, I found out that up to 1,400 Black-headed Gulls use the jetties as a roosting site during the night.


Happy birding trails and all the very best from LBJ as well!

Monday, 3 December 2007

Read this!!

This must be one of the funniest blog posts I have ever seen!!

Redpolls!

This post is almost a repitition of what I wrote back in March 2007, and you might just want to (re-) read my former post here.

The winter of 2005/2006 started out in a rather ordinary way here along the German Baltic sea coast. November had passed, fall migration had basically ceased and everybody - well, maybe not the general public but those who truly matter: the birders - was awaiting the influx of the winter birds from Scandinavia.
Around the end of the month though, things took a sudden and unexpected turn: Redpolls!
Well, Redpolls aren't very special around here. The central/western European form cabaret has recently colonized this part of Germany and breeding pairs are now frequently seen in gardens and cemeteries all over the place. Each winter, small flocks of the northern flammea are also regulars, usually numbering in their 20ies or 30ies and even though you won't see them each day you're outside, they are around. The winter of 2005/06 however saw an influx of Common Redpolls the like I have never experienced up here. Redpolls were everywhere and even though most flocks were below 100 birds, some exceeded 300.
Very neat.
Then it happened: neighbouring countries, like Denmark to the North and Poland to the East started to report relatively high numbers of Arctic Redpolls within these flocks of Commons and once reports came in from the Netherlands to the West, it was clear that we, too were being overrun by Arctics. Problem was: no reports yet.

How could that be?

Arctic Redpolls are a very rare species in Germany. As a matter of fact, they are really rare. In most years there won't be a single acceptable record and every second or third winter might lead to one or two birds being reported and approved of by the records committee. And that's even an optimistic guess. So my optimistic guess was that none were reported from here not because the species had decided to avoid Germany of all the European countries but because people were seeing but not recognizing them.

All of a sudden, I was a man on a mission.

I ordered all the identification articles I was able to find out about and spent hours and hours in front of my laptop searching for and studying pictures of all sorts of Redpolls. Finally, I felt I was ready and I took my theoretical knowledge to the test: I went out in search for Redpolls.

Okay, I'll cut it short to get to the main point of my post: in the following three months, I studied a total of well over 1,000 Redpolls and found no less than a minimum of 6 Arctics, which might be a record number of Artics found by a single observer in one winter in Germany. So it was pretty good fun.
Yet again, though, there was a problem: back then I didn't have a camera and my digiscoping equipment was horrible, so I had no definitive proof of my "claims". Surely I had told other birders of the Arctics but very frequently, these observers would look at the same flocks the day following an Arctic observation by me and not find the bird amongst the commons. Yet again, I felt, they were seeing but not recognizing!

So what is the problem with identifying an Arctic Redpoll?
The problem seems to be that it is so bleaking similar to the Northern flammea form of the Common Redpoll that even when you look at an Arctic amongst a flammea flock, you don't have that certain light bulp moment kicking in.
You see, when you check through one Warbling Vireo after another in search for a Philadelphia, you go through all of the subtle characters on each bird and often have these moments were you think that this particular Warbling somehow looks different and might show traits of a Philadelphia. So you struggle, and check again, and don't really know what to think of it. But the moment you actually find a Philadelphia, it is plain obvious, bam, there it is, clearly a different species and no mistaking it!
This is not the case with the Arctic Redpoll. Identifying an Arctic Redpoll completely relies on checking a few key field marks but even when you have established that a particular bird simply must be an Arctic, it still doesn't feel like a different bird species amongst the Commons, it just looks like a subtly different bird of the same species.

Therefore, preparation is everything.

And this is something Sibley knows (again!) as well. He's written a short - and I hope he'll extend it like he did on the "Great White" Heron - post on the key identification criteria here to get North American birders prepared for the Hoaries or rather Arctics headed their way. And it seems we might also have another Redpoll invasion this winter here along the southern Baltic coast...

First up, though, there's a need to clarify the taxonomy we are talking about here.

Currently, the Redpolls are divided into three species (two for the more conservative taxonomists):

1. Arctic or Hoary Redpoll Carduelis hornemanni, with two subspecies: C. h. hornemanni breeding on Greenland and neighbouring parts of Canada and exilipes, breeding from Northern Europe accross Siberia into Northern North America.

2. Common Redpoll Carduelis flammea, with three subspecies: islandica on Iceland, rostrata on Greenland and flammea from Scandinavia all the way East to Northern North America.

3. Lesser Redpoll Carduelis cabaret (sometimes considered a subspecies of Common Redpoll), no subspecies: central and western Europe.

So when North American and European birders are searching Redpoll flocks for Arctic/Hoary Redpolls, they are looking at the same forms, trying to find Carduelis hornemanni exilipes amongst Carduelis flammea flammea. Well, some East Coast birders in North America might encounter the Greenland forms, but I'll just forget about that for now...


So now, finally, the part of this post that might bring profit in the form of knowledge to my readers, links and hints:
A very nice homepage for those who can read Swedish (not so much different from German or English) is here, with some bits already translated into English.
Once you've familiarized yourself with the basic identification criteria (summarized nicely in Sibley's post), I have found it very useful to study the bird images available on the Internet, especially tarsiger.com and birdpix.nl, with the Arctic Redpoll links being here and here and the Common Redpoll pics being here and here.

As Sibley has pointed out, there are a few key criteria, and after reading up on Redpoll identification and studying a couple' hundred pictures, I came to the following set of three field marks that a Redpoll must show in order to be identified as an Arctic by me:

a) largest undertail covert purely or almost purely white
b) white rump
c) narrow or no streaking on breast and flanks (as if drawn with a very sharp pencil)

Using these criteria, I was sure to miss a few Arctics as not all Arctics show a combination of these three criteria, but considering the rarity of the species in Germany and the high number of records I obtained during the winter of 2005/06, I considered a very conservative approach appropriate.


Most male Arctic Redpolls are quickly found in a flock of Common Redpolls by their paleness and soft pink breast colouration.

Here, however, are a few tricks and pitfalls I encountered using these criteria.

A general problem:
Redpolls are very active and flighty birds and rarely remain still for more than a couple of minutes before taking to the air again. Searching such an active flock of Redpolls for an Arctic by these subtle characters takes a lot of time and quite frequently I would search a flock of no more than 50 or 60 Redpolls for more than an hour before finding an Arctic.
Furthermore, Redpolls are very active birds, and I can only emphesize that what I wrote back then was not a joke:
"You see, the problem was that one field mark could only be seen from below (undertail coverts) while the other one could only be seen from above: the rump.
Now, Redpolls usually were seen feeding somewhere near the ground in high grass or low in bushes until one of the flock got nervous or maybe bored and decided to cause a bit of a stir, so the whole flock flushed and flew around for a few seconds just to settle down at roughly the same spot again. If this happens every minute you have a very hard time checking all these field marks: 30 seconds to find a potential Arctic, 15 seconds to triple check for the one field mark you are able to look at depending on the bird's relative position to you, 15 seconds to wait and hope the bird would turn around so you could check the other key field mark ... Whoops, sorry, 60 seconds are over and the cards get shuffled again.
30 seconds to find a potential Arctic, 15 seconds to triple check for the one field mark you are able to look at etc."

Arctic Redpolls require patience. Lots of cool-blooded patience.


The white undertail coverts:
The white undertail coverts appear to be the most reliable field mark of the Arctic Redpoll. If your bird shows entirely white undertail coverts, it seems that you can safely call it an Arctic/Hoary. Some Arctics, especially females and immatures, might show a thin dark line on the greatest undertail coverts and if the rest of the bird looks like a "classic" Arctic/Hoary, it is still a safe bet. But a strong, dark, arrow- or drop-shaped mark is almost a dead ringer for Common Redpoll.
However, be sure you are looking at the largest, last undertail covert. A Common Redpoll may show no dark pattern (pure white!) on all but the largest, last undertail covert and that can be misleading! This is something to keep in mind.



On most Common Redpolls, the dark tear-mark on the largest undertail covert is rather obvious and can even be seen on this truly horrible digiscopes image of a male.


White rump
The white rump is not a very strong field character of the Arctic as quite a few pale - mostly male - Common Redpoll can show a rump that's close to white (mostly very pale pinkish or a light grey-brown). If your candidate shows a white rump, it might very well be an Arctic, but you still have a few more steps to take before making a certain identification. However, if your bird does not show a white rump, it very, very likely is not an Arctic, not even an immature or female bird.
Beware though that Redpolls often fluff up part of their feathers above the folded wing (on the sides of their back), and when seen from the side, this will very much "definitely" look like a white rump.

This can be seen on the two images below. The first image shows a likely Arctic (female/immature type). The rump is white and the "back flanks" above the wing are fluffed up, leading to a complete white V-shape on the bird's lower back.


The following image shows the same bird again on the left, with a Common Redpoll to the right. Note that the Common also shows a lot of White on the back but that the rump itself is grey/brown, hence producing a pattern of two white lines along the sides of the back but not a complete white "V"-pattern. And yes, that stick is a bit unfortunate but you can still see what I mean...



Tricky birds!

The finely streaked flanks
Arctics mostly show close to no streaks (males) or very few streaks along the upper breast and flanks and these streaks are mostly very thin and sharply defined, as if drawn with a very pointed pencil.
Beware though that some Commons also show reduced streaks and that the streaks on a Common Redpoll can also be quite sharp and well-defined on the breast. The flanks however should always show a more broad, diffuse pattern of stripes.



As Sibley put it so nicely:

"Good luck"!

And patience, heaps of patience, I may add.

Friday, 23 November 2007

A Liddle Riddle

Today's inspiration courtesy of the weather...

Here are two versions of a picture showing a European Oystercatcher in flight, taken on what was surely not the brightest of days about two weeks ago.

One is the original colour version, one was transformed into a black-and-white image.


Version A:



Version B:





Can you tell which is which?

In hopes for better weather over the weekend, especially in New Mexico,

Yours truly

Another Peregrine, another bird's neck gone

Okay, here's the next chapter of our continuing Saga about the Neck-Eating Peregrine.
It's only one picture and not quite as disgusting as the series I linked to recently, but again:

Warning, not a pretty sight during a meal.

It is so easy to forget this fierce side to the falcon's nature when we see one perched on a fence pole in the light of the setting sun.


Happy Thanksgiving or just happy birding trails to non-US readers!

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Bad Idea, but Nice Birds

The initial idea behind this post was some sort of competition, something like a rumble in the jungle and a beauty pageant, a duel between two species I wanted to use to clarify once and for all which continent had the better birds, Europe or North America.
However, upon choosing the pictures I couldn't help but feel the subjects of my initial idea, the two species involved, were just far too cute for anything competitive. So here I am now, ready and motivated to write a post but deprived of an idea.

Well ...

I suppose I just move on to the pics then.

First up, one of our surely most amazing birds - and by "our" I now mean Europe - the breath-taking Long-tailed Tit.

Even though they breed commonly in this part of Germany - and the species is widespread throughout the continent - we mostly see and notice them in winter when they move around in small yet noisy flocks. The birds seen below are of a North-Eastern race as can be seen by their purely white heads. Other subspecies - and there are plenty of them - show a more stripy head and if science and taxonomy were based upon intuition, I'd say the Long-tailed Tit was ripe for a few splits. Well, for the time being there's only one, but frankly, we don't care too much as long as we get to see them often.




Oh, and in case you were wondering: we're not too sad that Giant Pandas don't occur here naturally...



The North American species I wanted to toss into the ring is none other than the Black-capped Chickadee.

Actually, "the Chick" shares quite a few things with its European relatives, I mean beyond taxonomy: it is simply too common to be noticed and truly appreciated by birders.
Which is a pity, it really is!
It might not have the delicate blue of a Blue Tit or the fine pattern of a Crested Tit but it beats the European Marsh's and Willow's and would surely have been a fierce opponent had I stuck to my initial plan with this post.

Honestly, could you easily decide which one of the two is the cutest, the nicest or most beautiful?

Go on, comment, but provide reasons if you can!



Now, looking at the pictures again, I suppose a simple line of text would have been sufficient:

Beauty is in the eye of the birder