Friday, April 19, 2024

April 8, 2024

On April 6, 2024 I went with friends to Wheatley, Ontario to see the much anticipated total eclipse of the sun.  The trip had been planned and a house on the Lake Erie rented months before.  From the lakefront yard of our rental house, I could look south down the shore and see Point Pelee.  We spent Sunday, the 7th, walking in Wheatley Provincial Park in the morning and then later went to Point Pelee.  The Pelee staff were gearing up for the eclipse.  While the tram was not yet running officially, it was brought out of storage for the anticipated eclipse viewing crowd.  A full house was anticipated.  (As a result of this event, I learned that Point Pelee has 700 parking spaces.)      


On Monday, the 8th, the day was perfect - cold but sunny.  This is the view from our cottage window.  The weather held for us; the sky did become hazy, but the haziness could not obscure the bright sun.  Apparently, many of the places people traveled to did not cooperated weather-wise.


It became colder and colder as the dusk descended on us.


As the eclipse started, generally around 2:00 pm, I tried to get a photo of the pac-man appearance of the sun and moon as the moon's progress over the sun progressed.  No luck at all.  I did not have any special filters for my camera and just took random shots hoping.  The sun was just too bright - as above. 


Around 3:00 pm, or so, as the thin sliver of sun grew smaller and smaller until just a tiny orange dot remained, suddenly the corona burst through.  Still way too bright for the photos to turn out, I offer these as my best efforts.  



It became very cold and windy as the dusk turned to near darkness.  The birds stopped vocalizing.  


The automatic lights in the cottage lit up.


A couple of minutes went by, I think it was predicted to last around three minutes - it seemed slightly less to me - and then the sun began to peak out from the moon again.  The lake developed this eerie (no pun intended) appearance.


And before long things returned to normal.  


It still took another hour, or so, for the moon to move away completely and the warmth of the late afternoon returned.  

This was the first total eclipse of the sun I've ever seen and it was definitely spectacular.  When the sun's corona burst out around the moon cheers went up along the lake shore all the way from the gigantic crowd at Point Pelee.  Of course, we joined the cheering.  Many thanks to my friend, who arranged all the details of the rental and chose and ideal location.   

Thursday, March 14, 2024

Book Review: The (Big) Year That Flew By

The (Big) Year That Flew By:  Twelve Months, Six Continents and the Ultimate Birding Record by Arjan Dwarshuis, translated by Els Vanbrabant.  English translation copyright 2023 published by Chelsea Green Publishing.  

The book includes a forward by Mark Obmascik, author of The Big Year:  A Tale of Man, Nature and Fowl Obsession, published February 9, 2005.  Many readers are likely to have read Mark Obmascik's book, or at least have seen the movie (Jack Black's character).

I've read all three of the most recent big year books that I am aware of.   I published my review of Dorian Anderson's Birding Under the Influence on November 24, 2023 and linked my reviews of Noah Strycker's Birding Without Borders (December 2017) and his earlier book The Thing with Feathers (September 2017) at the end of Dorian's book review.  When I recently purchased a couple of new field guides (flycatchers of NA and terns of NA), I noticed Arjan Dwarshuis's big year book in the same link and thought, why not, I'll purchase this book too.  I just finished reading Arjan's book.

Dorian Anderson's big year cycling around the United States was completed in December 2014.  Noah Strycker's worldwide big year was completed in December 2015.  Immediately upon Noah completing his worldwide trip, Arjan Dwarshuis from Scheveningen, Netherlands set out to break Noah's record in 2016.  So, three years in a row, there was a flurry of big year birding going on.  It was easy for me to follow Dorian's and Noah's nightly blog entries during their big years and reading their blogs was how I ended each night. Arjan's communiques were harder to keep track of, at least for me, from this side of the Atlantic.  So, I was pleased to see that he had published a book about his 2016 experience.  This is my review of his The (Big) Year That Flew By.

To achieve what Anderson, Strycker and Dwarshuis each achieved requires highly evolved skill, grit, determination, effort and, perhaps most importantly, confidence.  As nearly as I can tell, all three individuals met these criteria and, where confidence was required, all three excelled.  

After all of this introduction, I'll start by writing that I really liked Arjan Dwarshuis's The (Big) Year That Flew By.  It's a gripping page turner.  But, I also have criticisms.  I recognize that my criticism may be more personal in its orientation and comes from a fair amount of European travel (not as much as some, but more than others) in the past couple of decades.  

Arjan's approach to detailing his big year is to write about environment as much as he writes about birds, and he intertwines the two.  Most birders are aware of the things he writes about - increasing population, poverty, chopping down the rainforest, agriculture, the drug trade, illegal trafficking in bird and animal species, illegal mining, water pollution, desertification and the impact of climate change - you name it. In pithy paragraphs and segments Dwarshuis writes how all of these things are impacting the human (especially indigenous people in many countries), bird, animal and plant populations everywhere in the world. With each bird sighting he selects to write about, he describes its struggle to survive.  He writes with clarity and knowledge.  Even though I consider myself an aware individual, I learned so much, especially at the grass roots level.  Many of the situations are dire. When there is evidence of hopefulness or reason for hope, Dwarshuis writes about it.  Some if it seems so small and one can question and worry, how will this make a difference?  Dwarshuis's response is that we are a part of the answer and we cannot shirk our responsibility (page 232).

Dorian Anderson wrote about this; indeed, our dependence on fossil fuels was a significant focus of his biking big year.  Though I don't recall this as a theme in his book, Noah Strycker is also surely aware.  But, Europeans, I think, are way ahead of us in awareness and urgency for these issues. When you read Arjan Dwarshuis's book, your awareness will be shaken from its slumber.

Dwarshuis does not hold back in other ways.  He lets his thoughts and feelings be known and does not hesitate to let the reader know what he thinks.

Arjan and his friend, Max, are in Danum Valley, Sabah, Malaysia (page 41) when they are surrounded by a herd of Bornean pygmy elephants. Afraid of a stampede, they climb a lookout tower for safety and where, from their elevated perch, they can monitor the situation. Below them they see two women taking selfies with the elephants (page 41).  Arjan and his friend cannot believe this.  "One wrong move and the women are dead."  When it becomes too dark to take photos the women walk away from the elephants.  Arjan and Max need another two hours before they are able to climb down from the tower and get a lift from a passing 4x4. Back at their lodge, they run into the women.  Arjan is clearly irritated with the women.  "Do you know how dangerous that was?" he asks them.  The women dismiss his concern, and he notes their "heavy" California accents (the quotes around heavy are mine; I am not aware of a California accent of any kind).  They respond saying, "We are good with elephants.  We always get on fine with them at the San Diego Zoo."  He opens his mouth to start a discussion (page 42), but then realizes that this would be the same as "talking to a wall."  Many will disagree, but my two word translation of Arjan's thoughts on this exchange are:  Stupid Americans.  Why was the "talking to a wall" language of this experience necessary?  Allow readers to make up their own minds.  In this instance, his opinion and judgement did not matter.  But this alone doesn't fully explain the depth of Arjun's judgement or, rather, his lack of judgement.

A few pages earlier, Arjan and his friend Max are in Kaeng Krachan National Park, Phetchaburi, Thailand (page 35) and sleeping in a tent when Arjan thinks he is dreaming that he hears a Bay Owl.  He wakes up and realizes he's not dreaming.  He wakes Max and, so as not to waste time, they jump into their swimming trunks (yes, swimming trunks) and walk in slippers (yes, slippers) to the edge of the forest. Arjan says to Max [defiantly] "this could be our only chance" [to see the Bay Owl].  Armed with a flashlight and binoculars (page 36), "we walk into the pitch-dark rainforest in our slippers."  Thorns tear at their skin and insects sting them.  They come close to the owl but five games of hide and seek are needed to see it.  They do, finally, get excellent close looks.  When it comes time to take leave of the Bay Owl, Arjan realizes that he has no directional sense of where they are.  Fortunately, his friend Max has a better sense of orientation and they are able to find their way back to the tent.  The next day, Arjan acknowledges that their effort the night before had been "quite reckless.  If I had known this, I would have stayed put.  But, then again, there probably wouldn't be a Bay Owl on my list right now."  So, he must have forgotten this recklessness when he wanted to give a dressing down to the women taking selfies with the elephants.  After all, he and Max would not have been the first birders to disappear in a rainforest.  The recklessness of seeing the Bay Owl was not unlike the women's recklessness when taking selfies with the elephants.  It seems he does not connect the dots.  Once aware of this I found other less overt examples where Arjan's personal ambition bumps into his personal antipathy.  My own travels have alerted me to this kind of observation.  Others may be unlikely to notice.  This escapade occurred on February 1st and his list reveals that he saw species #817, the Oriental Bay Owl (Phodilus badius), and that Arjan even carried his camera and got a photo.  He ends the Kaeng Krachan National Park segment with this odd little idiom, "The juice was worth the squeeze" (page 36).   

Arjan zigzags his big year with segments of his childhood evolution as a birder in Scheveningen, Netherlands.  Back and forth.  I'm not sure this worked for me, but this seemed important to him.  His Scheveningen stories are occasionally charming and funny.  He once skipped school and a math exam to go with friends to see Pine Grosbeaks.  He was caught by his math teacher who scolded him, but also encouraged him to be honest if such an opportunity arose again.  I usually enjoy this style of narration but the childhood stories were also a distraction.  Had he not included so many of these perhaps he could have included more big year stories.

He does not write at all about what month or date it is.  Very occasionally he lets the reader know that it's March or July or day #315.  Likewise, his species count is unknowable.  From time-to-time, he lets us know what number his count has reached, but unless he is comparing his progress to where Noah was during his big year, there is no other context.

Of Arjan's dips, for me the most moving was in Andasibe-Mantadia National Park, Moramanga, Madagascar.  Here, in horrible weather and terrible birding conditions, he pursues his search for one bird, the Helmet Vanga (Euryceros prevostii), endemic to a small slice of the island's northeastern rainforest.  He had forgotten his packed lunch and water bottle and was out the whole day without food or drink.  It rained the entire time.  At the end of the day he is so fatigued and discouraged it nearly does him in (pages 101-102).  In Madagascar he is also unwittingly "ripped off" by a customs officer at the Antananarivo airport when he is forced to pay cash for his visa and receives "dirty, discolored banknotes in exchange."  Later, when he tries to make a purchase, he learns that the notes are counterfeit.  He describes this as the "pinnacle of corruption" but then also writes, "Madagascar is one of the poorest countries in the world; more than 90 percent of its population live on less than two dollars a day" (page 98).      

In the final pages of his big year he goes from Sax-Zim Bog in Minnesota where he dips on Great Gray Owl to Pinnacles National Park in California where he scores seeing the California Condor.  Then it's New Year's Day and he is in Da Lat, Vietnam (page 226).  Huh?  It's pouring rain and they are out looking for Grey-crowned Crocias (successfully) and his friend, Tjeerd, is incredulous when he exclaims to Arjan, "This is the worse weather you've had in 366 days?"  Again, huh?  Yes, by the end of the book I had forgotten about the leap year thing.  But somehow it was also New Year's Day.  Wouldn't his big year have ended at midnight on New Year's Eve?  Throughout the book it was sort of like this.  I couldn't keep track and just went with the flow.

In all of these big year experiences, I am struck by the level of record and note keeping that is required; first to count your birds properly but secondly, and just as importantly, to keep your location and story straight.  This takes time and attention to detail.  Arjan was frequently exhausted and sleep deprived, but he seems to have surprised himself when he writes at the end, "I have not been sick for one day this year."  By the end of the year, he had seen 6,833 species and then later added "19 species that he had forgotten" to bring his grand total to 6,852 (page 228).  Noah Strycker used the Clements classification system for his 6,042 species seen and this is detailed beautifully in appendices 2 and 3 (pages 266-318) in Birding Without Borders.  Arjan Dwarshuis used the International Ornithological Committee (IOC) classification system.  Had he used Clements his species count would have been far fewer, but still higher than Noah's. His list is not included in his book but pages 233 and 234 include a comprehensive list of resources where we find the website he used to publish his list.  In the end, his species count seems to have landed on the number 6912 and seems to be a moving target.  This is because of changes to the IOC classification list which is currently in version 14.1.  It is likely that with all of the lumps and splits since 2015, Noah's species count may also be different now.  Of note, you will find Arjan's personal website here and this will also link you to his Instagram account.

In 2014 Dorian Anderson rode his bike over 17,800 miles to shed his personal demons and to forge a new path for himself.  His enormous effort yielded 618 bird species sighted.  He was essentially alone for his whole trip.  To my knowledge his is still the only North American big year on a bicycle attempted and completed.  In 2015 Noah Strycker, realizing he could exceed the numbers listed for prior worldwide birding adventures, was at a time in his life where a worldwide big year was calling his name. He set an arbitrary number of 5,000 bird species to see and exceeded this by over a 1,000 species.  

My final comment is of the story behind The (Big) Year That Flew By.  Arjan Dwarshuis writes that his planning had begun in 2014 (page 11) for a 2015 worldwide big year when he learns from a friend's text message of an American birder's (Noah's) plans for a worldwide big year in 2015 (page 13).  He writes, "There were two options left to me:  I could throw in the towel now, or I could go a step further.  I decided to go for option two".  That is, he delays.  It's unclear why "throwing in the towel" was even an option.  Throughout the book Arjan's competitive spirit is on full display.  He clearly benefitted from having Noah's record to chase and, in the only footnote of the book (page 6), he writes "I deliberately chose a leap year since it gave me an extra day."  So, which was it?  Had he really planned to do his big year in 2015?  All that work and planning thrown out the window just because another birder had planned the same?  The opportunity to break a record must have been so inviting (and, coincidentally, 2016 was a leap year).  This might have been an even more interesting story had he not delayed.

Okay, leave it alone.  None of these guys are writing to receive the next Pulitzer prize.  Dwarshuis's book is a riveting read and will keep you turning the pages.  Who knows, another birder may be inspired to try to break Arjan's record.

In reading all of these books, I have come to the conclusion that it is not the number of species seen with such endeavors.  It's the individual experiences, stamina and determination that make the story.  But then, I'm the reader, not the competitor. 

Now will Peter Kaestner write a book on being the first birder to see *10,000 bird species?  My fingers are crossed.  With an Orange-Tufted Spiderhunter, Birder Breaks Record for Sightings by Joe Trezza, published in the New York Times, March 11, 2024. 

* Peter Kaestner also uses the IOC checklist for his life bird list.  

Afterward:  After writing this review I did some web searching and found Bryan Pfeiffer's website article, Birdwatching's Carbon Problem, Our moral thicket: Chasing nature on a warming planet, from December 2, 2021.  His essay is eye-opening and the comments from his readers are also good.  I recommend the essay and Bryan Pfeiffer's website.  

2nd afterward:  There has now been a digiscoping big year record by Jeff Bouton of Kowa Optics.  Nate Swick interviews Jeff Bouton for the March 14, 2024 The American Birding Podcast:  Beat This Big Year Record with Jeff Bouton.  Not sure how serious they were; listeners can decide for themselves.  I'm a podcast listener and Nate Swick does a really good job with this podcast.  It's one of my favorites. 

Thursday, March 7, 2024

Puerto Rican Tody

No, this is not my bird and these are not my photos.  And, I have never seen this bird myself, but it is high on my wish list.  In the days before digital cameras, I did see Cuban todys and, since then, the tody is one of my favorite birds (if such a thing is even possible).  A good friend, and casual birder, visits Puerto Rico annually and his most recent visit was at the end of January.  He hikes, walks the beaches and enjoys the food and night life.  Prior to his departure we had lunch together and I reminded him to be on the look out for the Puerto Rican tody.  I pulled the vocalization up on my phone and we listened a couple of times.  I reminded him, when you hear that sound, look for the bird.  This was not the first time I mentioned the tody to him, so I kind of forgot about it after that.  However, about 3-4 days into his trip, I received the following photos taken with his phone while hiking along a wooded trail.  These are two different birds (maybe four different birds; my friend could not clarify).  The top photo is a male, in the 2nd photo a female tody seems possible, the 3rd photo is a male and in the 4th photo it's unclear if male or female.  So maybe two pairs, but maybe not.      





 Charming bird!

I am halfway through reading The (Big) Year That Flew By:  Twelve Months, Six Continents and the Ultimate Birding Record by Arjan Dwarshuis.  I'm a slow reader, so give me a bit of time but this is a big year book that I definitely want to write a review for.  Hopefully, on my next blog entry.

Saturday, February 24, 2024

I loved this bird: Flaco the Owl

Flaco is dead.  I loved this bird and his story from the moment I heard it.

Flaco, Escaped Central Park Zoo Owl and Defier of Doubts, Is Dead, by Ed Shanahan, published in the New York Times, February 23, 2024.

Let loose by an act of vandalism, the Eurasian eagle-owl died after apparently striking an Upper West Side building according to the zoo.


Flaco was freed from the Central Park Zoo by a vandal in February 2023, and his subsequent sightings captivated New York City.

Today, Feb 24th, in the NYT Opinion column The Point:  A Farewell to Flaco, the Ultimate New Yorker, by Zeynep Tufekci

Other Flaco NYT articles

1.  Just this past February 2nd, the NYT published this about Flaco's year of freedom:  The Year Flaco the Owl Roamed Free, by Ed Shanahan, first published February 2, 2024 and updated on February 24, 2024.

2.  Most recently the NYT updated Flaco's followers with:  The Ballad of Flaco, the Outlaw Who Learned to Fly, by Michiko Kakutani, published in the New York Times on February 2, 2024.

3.  Approximately one month after Flaco's escape:  Everyone Loves Flaco the Escaped Owl.  But Why, Exactly?  By Michiko Kakutani, published in the New York Times on March 3, 2023.

4.  On the day following Flaco's death:  Flaco's Crash Might Have Been More Than Bad Luck.  Here's Why, by Catrin Einhorn, published in the New York Times on February 24, 2024.

5.  A little touchy-feely but, unless the full necropsy is reported, this is the end of Flaco's New York story:  New York Mourns Flaco, an Owl Who Inspired as He Made the City His Own, by Ed Shanahan, published in the New York Times on February 24, 2024. 

6.  Well, I was wrong.  Today another NYT op-ed about Flaco popped up:  Like Many a Hero, Flaco the Owl Made His Choice, by Carl Safina, an ecologist at the State University of New York at Stony Brook, published in the New York Times, Opinion Guest Essay, February 26, 2026.  There are many ways that Flaco reminded us of the possibilities life offers and encouraged us.  This essay includes the unedited photo of the one I included above.  Fabulous to see the full photo.

7.  I forgot about Flaco sources other than the New York Times.  On today's, March 7, 2024, ABA podcast, Protecting Plovers in NYC with Chris Allieri, host Nate Swick offers his op-ed about Flaco that I both agree and disagree with.  I do think, however, scientists, ornithologists and naturalists overwhelmingly agree with Nate.  I like metaphors so I am okay with the metaphor of Flaco choosing freedom over captivity to became a symbol for many New Yorkers that identified with his plight as an immigrant to New York City.  However, Nate also explained something that I didn't know.  Apparently, Flaco enthusiasts (New Yorkers/birders/others?) interfered with Flaco's recapture by the Central Park Zoo officials.  The photos and text I saw and read made it appear that Flaco spurned recapture by not entering a cage with frozen mice.  Was one year of freedom and early death vs. his first 14 years in zoo captivity worth it?  Nate adds to the voices that knew it was never going to turn out well for Flaco and disavows the anthropomorphism that people attached to Flaco.  The interview with Chris Allieri about the NYC Piping Plover project is also excellent.     

The photographs in all of these articles are charming and, some, are photographically spectacular.

Monday, January 1, 2024

Belle Isle to start 2024

Bird of the morning:  Hooded Merganser.  I think I eBirded 78, and that may be a slight undercount.

A walk around the nature trail, now called the the Iron Belle (?) trail, was eerily quiet.  I saw one American goldfinch and a pair of mallards and heard one downy woodpecker.  This means no seen woodpeckers, no blue jays, no cardinals and no robins.  

I put a (?) following Iron Belle because I have absolutely no idea where that name comes from.  Maybe it has to do with being an industrial city park?

These signposts are new since my last visit and are spread all along the trail.  The red one on the bottom - No Bikes.  I couldn't believe, but was so happy, to see it.  Long overdue.  I'm sure people will still sneak their bikes on, but at least now something can be said.  I have had so many close shaves with cyclists on the trail.  Looking up with bins and suddenly hear, "ON YOUR LEFT; ON YOUR LEFT".  That kind of shouting really startles.  All those bike lanes all around the park and they had to ride on the nature trail.  No more - at least not legally.

Belle Isle has been under construction since at least 2017.  As I watched the birds and other wildlife disappear, I was highly critical.  However, it appears that they have enlarged wildlife habitat and it seems that much of it will be inaccessible to the casual visitor.  That's a good change.  Hopefully the birds and other wildlife will return. 


During my last visit the muddy area beyond the yellow pole (another addition to the entrances of the nature trail) was full of construction debris.  It has all been removed and is now neatly plowed over.


This piece remained behind hidden in the grass at the edge of the trail.  I thought there could be a good chance it would remain there for the rest of its natural life.  I tested the weight and found that it was not too heavy.  So I pulled it out of the grass and dragged it to lean against a nearby utility pole.  Will see if it's still there when I next visit.  I think it will be.


Mallards

This might be the beaver den.  I have never seen it look like this but I can't think what else it could be.

The second bridge is gone.

The main bridge is unchanged.

Blue Jay

Canada Geese in the softball fields.

Hooded merganser is such an attractive bird.


The starlings were driving into the trash can and popping out again.

Above and below: Ring-billed gull


Female hooded merg.

The botanical gardens glasshouse is completely covered with some kind of protective scaffolding.  It appears to be more for protection - perhaps for cleaning and repair.  This will be beautiful when completed.

I drove all around the park and, for the first time since 2017, I did not see one piece of earth-moving or other construction machinery.  With the car race now run elsewhere for the first time is so many years we may finally have our jewel of a park returned to visitors.  On this cold January morning there were quite a few visitors.  A great place to get outdoors on New Year's Day.