MR 2000

 

What is in a number?  For a listing birder, numbers seem to be everything, but in reality, it is deeply personal, because in the end, it does not really matter if you have seen 8000 species of birds or 1.  I feel sorry for those who have only noticed a few species as they have missed much.  I am not going to stamp my birding number on my gravestone, or maybe I should?

One of the projects of this trip to New Zealand we are currently on was to get my "World Life List" number currently at 1934, to the next milestone-2000. Does it matter... not really, is this a high number....not really,, but during a month long stay in scenic New Zealand, it gave us something to do.  After getting a single tick in Hawaii for a red avadavat I needed, I was not really much closer, 

Birds in New Zealand....there are not a lot of numbers here, many are nearly extinct, the land is full of introduced European species, but I figured with a score of some seabird species, I should just about be able to do it.  My 1000th bird happened on Kauai, it could have been one of the now almost extinct birds, but I think it ended up being an established exotic like a shama, but to be honest with list splits, lumps, added species and countable exotics and provisional birds during my big year in 2016, I am not sure which one now it actually was.  

Today was my seabird day out of Kaikoura on the South Island, my number was at 1990 as the day unfolded, but it really as it would turn out was not.  In the end I had two pretenders and one actual MR 2000.

The problem(s). While I was counting today, I noticed things had changed on the list since I was last doing Southern Hemisphere seabirds in 2019. An early bird today, I saw a wandering albatross, well I saw many, but I have seen many of this species or so I thought.  

As it would turn out, on the list I use, the "wandering albatross" is no more.  It has been split into three species, Tristan, Snowy, and the Antipodean Albatross.  This one is an Antipodean Albatross and since I have seen Tristans and the Snowy in the South Atlantic, it was actually a two-fer I was seeing today and with other birds I saw had pushed up my list 2 birds I did not expect to be able to count.  With other seabirds I had seen, I thought this put me at the precipice of 2000.  I then saw my first pretender for the crown of the big 2000.

I counted a pintado petrel.  A cute little petrel that was surrounding the boat, it could be 2000.  I counted it as a lifer right away in the morning, BUT as I would later learn, the Cape Petrels I had seen off South Africa were renamed the Pintado Petrel....sigh.  I got a photo but had to subtract one I had already counted. 

The bird I had first thought was Mr 2000 was a great one.  The Westland petrel, we saw two today.  Everyone else on the boat saw maybe one, the guy next to me was only looking for that bird on this boat, and with flesh-footed shearwaters around which basically look the same except the Flesh-footed has a yellow bill while the Westland has a big black splotch on the end, they can be hard to confirm a sighting of.  A New Zealand waters-only seabird, I was happy, but well it did not last.  You can see Flesh-foots on the US west coast in fall pelegics.  I saw my lifer out of Half Moon Bay with the infamous Debbie Shearwater.

Flesh footed shearwater today, note all yellow bill

Westland petrel, note black on bill.  We also saw one (this one?) on the water a little later

I was happy, what a quality bird for the big number but no....this was just a pretender, due to the Pintado petrel deal.

So, we ended up circling some rocks and I nabbed another lifer, a spotted shag, a handsome cormorant, only found here as well.

spotted shag

I submitted my list and expected to see the big 2000 on top but it was only at 1999.  Dang!  I checked my list and then again, but noticed one of the 5 species of albatross was saw, a white capped albatross was not there.  Sigh, they had rearranged these species again and somehow, I had not noticed it, so I had that bird.  The Salvin's was new but not both, and as such, I was a bird short, and the boat was back on the trailer.  Sheez.

We went back to our RV, and I did some looking.  I do not need many easy-to-get land birds here now.  The South Island is not that rich in species, BUT I saw a place that on the map, looked easy enough to look for South Island Robins.  The North Island version was hard to find for us.  At noon, we went out to give it a go, and what looked like a nice forest with trails was a overgrown woods with no parking a construction crew and big trucks.  We jammed two RVs into a driveway to nowhere and went looking.  We saw a shining-bronze cuckoo, which I had seen but not photographed and got some nice shots.  This is a really hard bird to see if it stays silent and even so, hard to find as it matches foliage of the bush 

It was a bonus bird on a random piece of woods.  We walked some more and no robin.  We ran into a crew of guys doing something, maybe spraying...hard to know.  We turned around and were halfway back to our campers when robins came out and one almost landed on me.

So, there he or she is, a South Island Robin, Mr 2000!

It has been fun pretty much birding the old-fashioned way with a field guide a pair of bins and my camera.  We cleaned up most of the tough endemics on the North Island with little help from anyone.  Sometimes going to the right spots helps but even then, finding birds involved climbing thousands of feet, and patience.  We will bring more tales of New Zealand as I have internet and stamina to write.  At least one trip goal has been accomplished.

Keep biding, from the land of tomorrow...because it is tomorrow in New Zealand

Olaf

ODE TO A FALLEN SPECIES

 

Today we are on Kauai.  We are on our way to points west and I stopped to get a lifer bird (or more).  I saw a Red Avadavat, a countable exotic, it was an okay view.  I was not enthused, essentially today as I had received some unhappy news from Adrian, a young guy who I hired to drag my around the top of this island 

I had three major bird memories of my big year in 2016. I wrote at the time, "One was finding an akikiki, on Kaua’i now critically endangered, the population has declined from around 3000 in 2012 to less than a thousand now. I suspect this little forest bird on Kauai only has a few years left to go and it will be gone for good. It feeds by probing bark for insects and is restricted to Alaka'i swamp area."

Sadly, what I wrote a week short of 8 years ago happened.  The population of the Akikiki has crashed and as of this summer the wild population was estimated as just 2-3 birds, JUST 2-3 BIRDS! and this past summer, was declared functionally extinct.  Sigh...sob sob!

here is another photo from 2016

Of course we did not see one today, we also did not see a 'Akehe'e, which lost 98% of its population between 2000-2012 and by 2021 a little of 600, today....?

So, this bird is probably never going to be seen by ne or even anyone else shortly.  The cause, currently avian malaria, from introduced mosquitoes, from decades of deforestation by first the king selling forests, then American mainlanders trying to suck every buck from out here, buying up and exploiting the land, short term thinking, silly plans of trying to introduce exotic birds and on and on.....and on.  

We did not start this trip on Kaua'i, we started on Maui, we went up the volcano, saw the four most likely endemics without much difficulty, three i got nice photos of and the nene of course.  I also saw a ghost, a rare bird (I believe) but alas no photograph and so bigfoot, Elvis, UFO, and the bird I will not even name, that I saw, I shall keep my eyes out if anyone posts one, but .....I think I missed a chance of a lifetime and as such, I shall just never mention it again, 2 nights of nightmares is enough, what if's and what I could have done different....Here is what I did see.

apapane

Hawaii amakihi

I'iwi

Hawaiian Goose the Ne'ne

So, I am melancholy thinking about lost birds, missed birds, and well, a slow photographer, but alas tomorrow will be more stories and more intrigue as Olaf and Silja head west across the Pacific Ocean to points unknown.

The endemic Kauai birds are dying as I speak and to be honest there seems little hope.  

more and happier notes from the road later

Olaf

Butterfly Week 2024

 

BUTTERFLY WEEK came late to the prairies of NE South Dakota this summer, it has been raining since, well, since spring.  It has rained and rained and rained.  It has been cool and the prairie grass has grown and grown and grown.  To be honest, I have never seen it so high.

The sharptailed grouse chicks above are just sucked in and you could hardly even notice they were there, but from my perch on my ATV, I saw them..

Monday on the prairie featured 30 mph wind, and then afternoon downpours, but the biggest week of butterflies started today at 11:14 when the first adult appeared of the annual flight of Dakota skipper and as for at least two hours the sun came out and the wind blew only slightly.

Regal frits have an odd life cycle.  They feed on violets in prairies.  They lays their eggs late in the season and the caterpillars hatch and then go hide in the ground over the winter.  Then in spring, they form a chrysalis and then fly about now. 

I counted 20 regal fritillaries, but the real prize were a dozen Dakota skippers, both males (orange) females are spotted.  

A few Mellissa Blues were out, these are typically a western species and NE South Dakota are on the eastern edge of their range, a subspecies Karner Blues are an endangered group in Wisconsin.  I like blues, their larvae are raised by ants in a weird symbiosis. 

A male Melissa Blue

Grasshopper sparrows serenaded me, 

A view of my new shed from my favorite Dakota skipper prairie

Then, the clouds strangled the little sun that was out and the butterflies disappeared.  

So, the butterflies will be out there for about a week or so, then others species will emerge, in the meantime get out there and see some of this cool stuff.

Olaf

 

Golden dreams and memories

 Today brings me to the north suburbs of Chicago.  Although not for a bird even though a lifer bird had been flying tantalizingly close to where we parked the RV at Illinois Beach State Park in Zion.  We are here for a Medical School Graduation, our oldest twin, Tyko Seth graduates Rush Medical today and then off he goes for his internship/residency to Milwaukee.

When we graduated medical school, we went to Glacier National Park. I had a marmot steal a hiking boot on a pass in Montana when my wife and I, well, we got caught up in the moment, and it was thanks to a Mountain goat licking an exposed part of me that clued me in that my boot was going underground. We turned around and went to Chincoteague NWR to see birds.  We found long lost relatives in Maryland, we saw Ted Koppel from Television skipping dip in the Potomac River.  We watched a boy scout tent, blow away.  We saw birds.  We camped next to a madman in Pennsylvania who chopped wood all night at a campground, and we feared we were next.  On a second trip out east, I almost lost a 1962 Ford Galaxie on a car trailer on I-80 when the hitch broke and it almost careened down 200 feet into a gully.  On one of our many visits with cops on that trip with my grandmother, the police ordered me to get headlights and so I rigged a wire from the battery to the taillights, using a lot of duct tape. It got us home. Then we moved to Danville, Pennsylvania.  The rest, history, I guess.

We hope our son has a good break as well.  I have to move some of his junk from our garage.

We spent two nights ago in a fairgrounds in Indiana.  The RV almost got stuck.  It should have gotten stuck, but we camped on a road instead.  I needed to get to Indiana to go pick up books in N. Manchester, and luckily that worked out, and we got through the Loop in Chi-town without incident.

This book project was a big project, and now I just have to sell them.  People seem to want the artwork more than the book.

At the Newton County Fairgrounds, I did see a red-headed woodpecker and then another, and another, they hung around long enough for me to get a camera

This was my grandmother's favorite "summer" bird, they used to live on the electric poles in NW Wisconsin, but I have not seen one in Burnett County in 40 years.  I guess my birding is also "Burnett County Revisted."  She even had a cool plastic model of one in the basement I always admired as a kid.  I wonder where that got off to?

So, what bird do I need in Chicago?

The European goldfinch story of how they came to America, were released is vague and inconsistent.  In a paper from Craves and Anich recently published document the first known breeding of these birds around Chicago was in 2003.  There is no smoking gun on the release they just say they originate from cage bird releases from a Chicago dealer prior to 2003.  They moved north of town and then settled.

Another European bird, the Great tit, is also suspected to have come from the same situation, but they moved north first Milwaukee and then near Sheboygan.  In my coming and going from Ripon College, my sons including Tyko went there from 2013-2017, I have lectured there as well and attended 1984-1988, I had heard about the birds.  I saw my first one of those in Kohler, Wisconsin in 2014

Olaf's lifer North American great tit, March 2014, Kohler WI, it was a "Bucket list" item for me, but not a listing bird, although it should be, as it qualifies to be on the list as an established exotic.  I doubt Wisconsin will ever add it to their list however.  I love seeing this bird in Europe and Asia, they are always fun to see.

Due a lot to the paper on the European goldfinch, and the Illinois bird committee's attitude, the ABA added it to the list, it has now become a countable exotic, and...one I have not seen in the USA. I have not bothered to go get it.  

This being the last reason for us to be in Chicago for a while, I need to get it this weekend or it may take a while. 

The European goldfinch is a bird I have tallied only nine times before worldwide, in France, Sweden, and Scotland, most of which qualifying for my "sans clothing" list and I have only taken two decent photos of the bird, sometimes because where I see them, I can't have a camera, sometimes that they flit high in pine trees, and sometimes because. they are pretty common.

But as you see, I do not need to get a better photo, this one from 2022 in Scotland, is pretty good, so the fact that I have few photos is a misnomer.

Anyhow, this morning I went out to see them, truth be told, I saw one yesterday, but not very well, and I got no photo, so I did not count it.  They are not the easiest to find this time of year, especially in the middle of a large state park.  Today on my way to the shower, I did better, I saw them and photographed them.  It was in the shower that I had my issues, I could not get the shower turned off, sort of a Seinfeld moment.  So there it is, another addition to my Continental ABA list.  

 They are not Natural Geographic quality, but they are the bird. To be honest, I remember being happier getting that Scottish bird's photo, maybe because the sun had not been out for six days and since I have so rarely got a photo of that bird.  Now, on with graduation, my parents land in two hours, I need to get dressed, the car cleaned out of books, and through the traffic jam to O'Hare....the weekend fun is just beginning!

Olaf

Birding in LBJ's footsteps

Lyndon B. Johnson once describes his favorite and luckiest number, "four." "That's what I want you to remember. If you don't get your idea across in the first four minutes, you won't do it. Four sentences to a paragraph. Four letters to a word. The most important words in the English language all have four letters. Home. Love. Food. Land. Peace. . .I know peace has five letters, but any damn fool knows it should have four."

Olaf, also likes the number four, it is better than three and twice as good as two, but his favorite words would be bird, wife, cats, unlike three letter words like dip....

We headed in the direction of Johnson City Texas.  Johnson City is the boyhood home of our 36th President Lyndon B. Johnson and his home, the LBJ Ranch is just 15 miles west of town.

In many ways, LBJ's ranch is the coolest presidential home ever.  Besides having a 6,000 foot runway and being the home of prized Hereford cattle then and now, you can walk in the footsteps of a leader that many reviled at the end of his reign, however, like quite a few presidents, LBJ should be remembered better. 

LBJ was our first Western bred and born President.  Unlike recent Presidents who attended IVY League schools, LBJ went to SW Texas State Teachers College, dropped out went to California, and returned as graduated and then briefly taught as a teacher.  LBJ did attend Georgetown Law School for a time after he was elected to Congress, however the only thing he got from that was a date with Lady Bird, who he asked to marry him, she put him off for a few more dates, but finally agreed. In Congress, he was probably the most savvy Majority leader in the US Senate until McConnell recently.

He has great quotes, possibly the best of the 20th Century, many almost beat Yogi quotes:

I may not know much, but I know chicken shit from chicken salad.

On the media:  If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read "President Can't Swim"

On Liberal Democrats (his own party):  Don't spit in the soup, we all have to eat.

On being President: Being president is like being a jackass in a hailstorm. There's nothing to do but to stand there and take it.

On the CIA: The CIA is made up of boys whose families sent them to Princeton but wouldn't let them into the family brokerage business.

Visiting Seaworld: Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant I'm halfway through my fish burger and I realize Oh man....I could be eating a slow learner.

 Unlike other President's graves, LBJ's looks just like a normal one.

Compare this to the worst President of the 20th Century, Warren G. Harding.  The ego of the bad man still lives on.

LBJ was somewhat larger than life, but anything from perfect.  He was a lady's man and when he went to Congress, he was dirt poor.  How the couple made their fortune was all (well if you ask LBJ, he said so) Lady Bird's doing.  In 1943, she spent $17,500 of her inheritance to purchase KTBC, an Austin radio station. In 1952, she added a television station, always getting favorable FCC rulings.  She invested $42,000 total, which by 1990 became $150 million.  

Famously in 1968, he pulled out of reelection after a poor showing in New Hampshire.  Hubert Humphry got a late start and then was passed by Robert Kennedy, before he was assassinated and after a convention riot, HUMPHREY WON.  The Democrats went on to lose to Nixon, and the rest is history.  In 1972, LBJ donated the Ranch to the US Park Service and then a few months later, at only 64 years of age died three days after Nixon's second inauguration in January 1973.   

The LBJ Ranch house, however cool it is....has been CLOSED since 2018 due to structural issues. Maybe, maybe they say it will reopen in 2025, but in typical government fashion, everyone it appears to be working from home, including the construction workers. The new normal, everyone in the government works from home, and nothing gets done and the world is always the same.  The man giving info at the park?  A person from Ireland on a student visa to learn "tourism."  The cool old Air Force 1/2, Gulfstream, also closed.  You can see it but they have surrounded in with fences and orange tape, what harm can you cause by walking around a decommissioned old airplane?  You drive 30 feet from it?

There were a lot of lark sparrows around.  Birding, near LBJ's grave was a little slow.

Scissortail flycatchers were around as well.

The countryside was in bloom, too.

We went to Perdernales State Park to see a bird.  It turns out we were turned away.  It was also closed, due to it being full, "Come back tomorrow."  The ranger told us.  You can tell that Texas has too many people and not enough parks....when they are full to day visitors.

I wanted to see Golden Cheeked warblers, but at this park, they would have to wait a day.  We went to lunch.

I tracked down the Blanco County Courthouse in Johnson City.

It turns out they also had one a few years older (below), since after building a courthouse in Blanco, they voted to move the county seat to Johnson City.

We ate lunch and Silja wanted to take a motorcycle for a test ride, but again that would not be possible

After looking around for another place for the warbler, I dipped and went back to the RV.

The campground we were at is unique.  It not only has one helipad, it has two.  Who brings their helicopter with their RV, or who goes to a RV resort with their helicopter.  I guess this one does rent cabins.  Our RV is just behind the pad

We were back to the park this morning and on my fourth trip to get a photo of the Golden Cheeked warbler in my life, I hit paydirt. Having seen that birders I know were here recently, it would be bad if somehow, I had dipped on both LBJs ranch AND the warbler so at least I got the bird.  I am not missing photos of many breeding birds in the US, last year I FINALLY photographed the Colima warbler, and now this......

It was a pretty good haul of them, some pretty good pictures, despite being dark and overcast.

There was this "starcircle" at the park with purpose unknown.  

Driving around the Hill Country, many of the ranches and ranchers seem to have a lot of hat but no cattle, to steal words from LBJ.  Big prices for 20-50 acres of dry land--all because residents from Austin want to have some place to go.  We prefer west Texas.  I am glad we came, and if LBJs White House opens up, I would advise you all to come here and see it, but do not hold your breath.  Getting anyone to work seems unlikely. The Golden cheeked warblers are neat little birds with an isolated range.  Other than that, the Hill County seems to be a lot of hype, a lot of people, and well, probably not our scene.

I looks a lot like Lawton Oklahoma without the crowds.

working our way north

Olaf