Posts Tagged ‘Forester’s Tern’

Birding Bolsa Chica Wetlands

 

Black-bellied Plover, Black-Necked Stilt,
Cinnamon Teal Duck (female), Black-Capped Night Heron (Juvenile),
Long-Billed Curlew, Marbled Godwit, Pied-Billed Grebe,
& Reddish Egret

I saw so many astonishingly beautiful birds today! The bill of the Marbled Godwit stood out to me: long, pink, black-tipped. The immature Black-Capped Night Herons, two of them, were sitting in a tree together watching things unfold over the water … Like them, two Black-Necked Stilts kept company, hunting together … The Long-Billed Curlew, wading in with the flocks of Willets, was a striking figure when I saw it from the wooden bridge.  There were multiple, female Cinnamon Teal Ducks, but where were their mates? Not to be seen. I saw a sweet Pied-Bill Grebe, an amazingly energetic Reddish Egret, and the darling black-bellied plover (tho’ without the black belly as it is not breeding season).

Also spotted many White Pelicans, Brown Pelicans, Great White Egrets, Great Blue Egrets, Snowy Egrets (with yellow socks!), Double-Crested Cormorants, Sanderlings, a Belted Kingfisher, an Osprey, California Gulls, Forester’s Terns (lots of these), and a Belding’s Savannah Sparrow, dark and distinctive! Six new IDs and some rarer sightings.

A beautiful morning!

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The Birds Yesterday

ForstersTernYesterday morning, I went for a walk with my dog. (This is a habit.) As we entered Willow Creek Park, I saw two finches, one with a raspberry hood and one gray, and I heard them singing – endlessly trilling and repeating.

Because it was early, and the grass was dewy, and the insects were out early, the Black Phoebe (a flycatcher) was swooping over the green grass. I love the Black Phoebe! She landed on the branch of a green tree near me, as if to say hello to me. She is quite used to me for I am always walking through her territory.

Later in the day, at home, the black crows were irritated about something. One was standing on the lawn in front of my place, cawing. My dog came outside with me, but the bold crow did not fly away immediately. There were still other crows who gathered in a tree, complaining. I tried to figure out what had irritated them, but it was not at all obvious.

I took another walk in the evening with my dog. I happened to glance up at just the right moment and see the white belly and black-edged under-feathers of the wings of the Forester’s Tern. Thinking of this, I am reminded of the Byrds, singing: “To everything …. tern, tern, tern … there is a season … tern, tern, tern … :).