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Pacific Loon, a Load of Feathers

by Bryce W. Robinson

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I’ve seen Pacific Loon in all states of plumage. I’ve always been impressed by a loons looks, but this summer I had the chance to get very close to many Pacific Loons, and really gain an appreciation for their feather composition.

I think that most consider tropical birds to be among the most decorated, and striking in plumage. Colors that come from the tropical regions of the world are truly unique, but I consider some birds of the northern hemisphere to be equally exotic, and equally striking.

The Pacific Loon in full breeding plumage is breathtaking. At close proximity, you notice the velvet appearance of the throat, and its iridescent qualities enhanced. Purple, on an Arctic bird, is awe inspiring. The ghostly grey of the head and nape always leaves me mesmerized. I think that the numerous, dense, and fine quality of the feathers gives the bird a shape and form unlike any other feathered creature. In fact, the form does not even seem feathered at all.

The patterns of the loon are of note, as they are unlike any pattern I’ve ever seen in a creature. The fine lines and stripes are neat, organized, and crisp. This sharp appearance matches well with the behaviors of the bird. It holds its head high, glances about with confidence, and dives with absolute grace. In fact, the regality of the Pacific Loon impresses me, as I admire all creatures who frequent this world in confidence and style.

In winter, it interests me that the bird seems more sleek, and thin. I’ve yet to get close to a wintering Pacific Loon. When I do, I hope to study the difference in feathers and shape, and compare and contrast the two looks of the same bird. It fascinates me, that evolutionarily, two molts have evolved for this bird, and the two resulting plumages are dramatically different.

I can’t explain my fascination with the bird any further. As I’m scheduled to frequent the Arctic summer again for the next two years, I’ll be seeing breeding loons once more. At every opportunity, I’ll record the behaviors and appearance of each individual, and communicate their beauty the best I can. As I’ll be in Western Alaska, there is a great chance I’ll happen upon the Arctic Loon. It will be fascinating to compare my images between the Arctic and the Pacific, two birds that are very similar. I suppose I’ll have to wait and see what comes about, but when it does, I’ll be sharing.

 

Brown Creeper- Certhia americana

by Bryce W. Robinson

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It was a bitter cold day here in Boise, but the Brown Creepers seemed content. I found a few flitting about, feeding along the Boise River. They were so cooperative, or they were entranced with the task of feeding themselves such that they didn’t, or couldn’t mind my attention.

Either way, I was lucky. I managed this photo of a creeper, about to consume a small meal, and move on to the next. What a great bird to watch and enjoy.

 

A Highlight of Birding- Breeding Sabine’s Gulls

by Bryce W. Robinson

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I can write a book about how many birding highlights I had this past summer on Alaska’s north slope. It seemed every day I had a memorable experience that will last a lifetime.

I’ve mentioned before that Richard Crossley came to Prudhoe Bay on my last week of work in the region. I agreed to guide him around the oil fields for a day and show him where I had seen particular species. He, of course, had an agenda, and I was tasked to help him out.

We had a hell of a day. I think we started around 8 in the morning, and by midnight, I was still wandering around the tundra photographing birds. He was very keen on finding the Sabine’s Gulls, a bird of which I had seen little. Still, I had a reliable spot that would likely turn up a few gulls, in the least. Just after midnight, we headed that way.

We stopped near the spot I planned to check, only to photograph a small group of Semipalmated and Pectoral Sandpipers. While Richard took photos, I scanned about. I then saw a single Sabine’s some yards away. I alerted Richard. After scanning about a bit, we found a dozen more.

Excitedly we approached the group of gulls and began photographing. The gulls would lift off, and take turns harassing us. Such behavior is typical of breeding birds, defending their young. I took advantage of their tenacity and let my shutter fly. After gathering more photos than necessary, I began the search for the young. Soon enough I found a single bird across a pond, sitting with an adult. It was nothing more than a single ball of grey fluff. So adorable, and so vulnerable.

Our intrusion lasted only a moment. We recognized the stress we were causing the birds, and left. It couldn’t have been better; finding Sabine’s, which I’d barely seen, and having the opportunity to see both adult and young at such close proximity. The experience will stick with me for my lifetime.

The tragedy comes with the benefits of digital photography. Through some glitch, I lost nearly all photos from that evening. Luckily, I have one. It is a photo in the striking midnight sun of the arctic, of a bird I will never forget, and hope to see again, somewhere on the open arctic tundra.

 

The Pygmy Nuthatch

by Bryce W. Robinson

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I’ve been very fortunate to bird as often as possible while I’m busy in grad school. The semester is nearing a close, which means the work load has increased, exponentially, it seems. Luckily, I’ve managed my time such that I have been able to bird one day every week.

I’ve found myself part of a great birding crew. It’s been a blast, as we seem to find something notable every time we go out. Yesterdays star bird was a Little Gull, an incredible bird for central Idaho. It was very distant across Cascade Reservoir, so no photos. I did, however, manage to fulfill a photography goal I’ve been after for a while

Until yesterday, it seemed that I’d only seen the Pygmy Nuthatch- Sitta pygmaea, at the very top of tall conifers, out of reach even for my 300mm with a 1.4 tc attached. Any shot appeared a small dot on a tree, which of course does not honor the small nuthatch in the way it deserves. I consider the Pygmy Nuthatch to be one of the cutest birds of the forest. They are small and vocal, full of personality. With my photography, I’d like to capture that personality.

While checking the outflow of Cascade Reservoir yesterday, we found a small group of very vocal “Piggies”. They were low in the trees, feeding and flitting about. Fortunately, they’d pause and take note of me, allowing for some quick snaps of my shutter. Finally, I’d caught the personality of the little piggies.

IMG_0852 copyI think my interpretations of the birds behaviors are a little anthropocentric, but still, they seemed shy but inquisitive. Because of their size, appearance, and personality, I find them one of the funnest birds to interact with in the high pine forest.