September 1st – The Start Of Another Fall Season

The first banded bird of the Fall season: a young House Wren,


I shudder to think this but….today is the 27th Fall season that I have tried to monitor the flow of migrating birds through the area by banding and counting. It was a tough slog getting ready as I’ve been away for much of the Summer and, in my absence, the plant growth has been nothing short of phenomenal. The net lanes were relatively easy but the trails getting to them have been a chore. I started clearing/cutting yesterday and made some headway and fortunately Diane Green was available today to help put up the nets (one person can do it but it’s really difficult) and do more trail clearing. We got the 6 nets up on the west side of the pond and about 200 m. of trail through the wetland and heading for the other lanes cleared. Tomorrow we will continue clearing and, hopefully, will get the other nets up.

Preparing for the migration monitoring season can take many forms. Some people study field guides or listen to tapes while other (to my mind, more enterprising) people bake muffins. Amy’s baking makes the day worthwhile, birds or no birds. -AT


We ran a couple of the early nets and were rewarded with the capture of 5 birds:
Banded 5:
1 Black-capped Chickadee
3 House Wrens
1 Common Yellowthroat

Rick

August 9th – Devastation!

I found this adult Northern Gannet next to shore, struggling to keep its head above water. Thirty meters away the beach was littered with the bodies of its kin. -DOL


A Northern Gannet soars, black wingtips setting off a bright white body and yellow head. Face down, it scans the sea surface far below looking for the schools of capelin that provide much of its sustenance. In the distance a school of dolphins breaks the surface alerting the birds to the presence of the fish. The gannets home in quickly on the potential bonanza and then, spotting their prey below, pack their wings in tight against their body as they plunge headfirst, like a missile, into the ocean eventually resurfacing with a fish. It’s a sight I never get tired of watching.

So it was very difficult today to watch the struggles of an adult gannet right next to a rocky shore, trying hard to maintain its balance in the wind and waves and keep its head above water. Only meters away, high and dry on the beach, lay the bodies of its kinsmen…dead.

Seabird carcasses strewn along a beach – a common sight now in Newfoundland. -DOL


Seabirds on Canada’s East coast have been hit by avian influenza -“flu”- and have been dying by the thousands…literally. Beaches around Newfoundland are strewn with the carcasses of dead – and dying – birds. Northern Gannets, Common Murres, Razorbills, Greater Black-backed Gulls, Black-legged Kittiwakes and probably many others; the above are just the ones I can attest to first-hand.

Adult Common Murre (“bridled” variety – see the thin white eye stripe). -DOL


Seabirds tend to nest in large, compact colonies and this makes them highly susceptible to the spread of virulent diseases – not unlike the present human condition only for the birds there’s no vaccines, face masks, distancing requirements, or hospital recourse for badly infected. They simply die; some close to or on shore but most offshore. The bodies strewing the beaches are likely just the tip of the iceberg, so many are lost at sea. It’s difficult to predict what impact this will have on the various populations and on the ecology of the sea itself – seabirds play an important role in recycling nutrients back into the environment.

This adult Razorbill was standing alone on a sandy beach, dazed, unable to move away from my approach. -DOL


My understanding is that dead birds can be found in good numbers right around the island. I found large numbers on beaches of the Avalon Peninsula and in the northeast around Deadman’s Bay – the only two spots I searched. In both areas carcasses could be seen strung out along the beach at the high tide mark, as far as you could see. So the die-off is VERY significant….and concerning….and, in the end, sad.

Juvenile Black-legged Kittiwake – the disease is hitting both young and old. -DOL


Rick

July 26th – Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

I was doing my usual York bird count route the other day when I chanced upon a White-tailed Deer working its way through a 10-acre belly-high field of winter wheat. it’s been a good field for Vesper Sparrows this year. But today the wheat was gone, taken right down to the bottom few centimeters. No Vesper Sparrows today, just a few American Crows picking up the crumbs left by the harvesting. It must be what a war feels like: in a moment your home and community is completely obliterated.

Yesterday morning this White-tailed Deer was wading through a sea of wheat. -DOL


Today the wheat is gone and the straw as well. Hopefully the Vesper Sparrows that were inhabiting the field fledged young successfully. -DOL


Recently I visited the Farm to take a look at the amount of work that will be required to get the banding operation up and going in September. If you want to help it would be greatly appreciated but you’ll need a weed whacker or a scythe and a strong back. Much to my surprise there was a Great Egret perched in the dense vegetation just behind the pond.

At first glance you might think this is a scene from the Everglades but…no….this Great Egret has the lush growth of the Farm pond as a backdrop. -DOL


Rick

July 24th – Dealing With The Heat

Setting out a Potter trap for Snow Buntings with frozen Frobisher Bay behind me – this was in the 2nd week of June. Temperature down by the shore was about 4 degrees. -SSP


I returned from the Arctic 2 weeks ago and seemed to jump from the refrigerator into the sauna. The most difficult adjustment for me has been handling the heat. But here’s one good method that brings a modicum of relief -if brief: looking at pictures of the Arctic where the highest temperature was around 15 but more usually hovered around 8. Just the memory makes you forget, for a moment, these temperature conditions. I was aided in this pursuit by receiving some very fine pictures of the experience from my young colleague, Samuelle Simard-Provencal aka “Sam”. I’d like to share them with you to help you think cooling thoughts….

American Pipit were common in the right habitat – sparse grass tundra (of which there is a lot around Iqaluit. Note that this bird is standing next to an Arctic forest – a nice “stand” of dwarf willow – the only tree in the Arctic. -SSP


Pipit nests are VERY hard to find. Samuelle found this one when the sitting female exploded from almost right beneath her feet. -SSP


The next 2 pictures encapture, for me, what was a huge conundrum. There was a tall guy wearing high rubber boots trying to work his way across the swift-flowing, but shallow, Apex River. He seemed to get “stuck” in mid-stream and just stood there until a friend/colleague, shod in leather low-cut dress shoes, came along with a big plank which he tried to lay down, in the fast current, so the guy with boots could work his way along it. The plank got slippery and the current kept flipping it on its side so it was useless. Finally the guy with the boots just finished walking across and the guy in the shoes hopped from rock to rock and, I think, kept his shoes relatively dry. What was the point!?

For some unexplainable reason (to me at least), the guy on the left, with low-cut shoes, came to the “rescue” of the guy on the right, with high rubber boots. He was laying down a plank for him to walk on and not get a soaker….which didn’t appear very likely. -SSP


The plank was a poor choice as the water made it slippery and the current kept turning it on its side. Looks like the guy in the boots could have simply walked… -SSP


A marvellous Arctic flower: Arctic Cotton Grass. -SSP


Our main study species was the Snow Bunting.

Female Snow Bunting. -SSP


Male Snow Bunting -SSP


The first day of Snow Bunting nest building consists of the female laying down an insulating layer of moss. -SSP


The next two days consist of adding layers of grass and shaping it into a neat bowl. The 4th day is feathers – which are surprisingly findable on the open tundra. -SSP


A successful result: a nest of juvenile Snow Buntings. -SSP


Male carrying food for its offspring. This is the easiest time to find nests as the parents bring food over 12 times an hour – sometimes much more often. -SSP


Female with a mouthful. -SPS


In future years I hope we get around to studying Norther Wheatears. These hardy birds migrate each year between Sub-Saharan Africa and the Arctic. Interestingly, they appear to compete with Snow Buntings in the area. Not so much for food resources as for nesting sites as they also prefer boulders and cracks in rocks.

My favourite: male Northern Wheatear. It’s in prime habitat with nesting rocks and cracks all around. -SSP


Another look at a male Northern Wheatear. We weren’t looking for their nests particularly but found 4 without too much trouble. One right in town, 25 m. from my bedroom window. -SSP


Other Photos:

Long-tailed Ducks are “sea ducks” but they come inland to nest in the numerous ponds dotting the tundra. -SSP


The call of a Sandhill Crane seems to add to the wild feeling of the Arctic. This bird flew over high overhead. -SSP


Semipalmated Plovers were relatively common and in a variety of places, from open tundra to sewage lagoon edge. This one was on the tundra. -SSP


A very cute – but insidious – nest predator: short-tailed weasel. -SSP


Rick