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My Birding Day: Point Reyes Visitor Center

My Birding Day: Point Reyes Visitor Center

It’s been a warm August with a severe lack of serious birding adventures. But I was in luck – a cool day was expected at Point Reyes Bear Valley Visitor Center! Skeptical of the weather forecast (it’s often cool along the coast, not so much at the visitor center), we grabbed lunch and headed out. I kept on eyeing the car’s thermometer. It held steady in the upper 60s. Perfect.

We gathered at a quiet picnic bench and watched a Black Phoebe occasionally dart after a flying creature. A mother California Quail took up a post awkwardly on a spindly bush that threatened to dip under the weight. Acorn Woodpeckers were laughing all around.

For the first time in probably months, we walked the Bear Valley trail and enjoyed the cool weather under the canopy of trees. Every once in a while, a flurry of bird activity could be spotted from above. Straining our necks, we found plenty of acrobatic Chestnut-backed Chickadees, a couple of Brown Creepers shuffling up thin branches, and a few splashes of bright yellow of the Wilson’s Warblers. But the highlight was the Townsend’s Warblers. Our colorful winter visitors have arrived!

For years, our nemesis bird had been the Pileated Woodpecker. We searched and searched and searched all the way from Lake Tahoe to the coast and could never confidently ID their flicker-like call. But we were finally able to add them to our life list last year after we saw two fly overhead while calling on the same trail we were now hiking. Since then, we’ve occasionally heard their loud wok-wok-wok call at Point Reyes. Today, I heard one call but sadly Gabe didn’t catch it. After straining our ears during the nearly two mile walk back to the car, he sadly admitted defeat in hearing the woodpecker this time. But just as Gabe lost hope, we heard two calls, and one popped out of the trees briefly allowing us our second lifetime glance at this gorgeous creature. We lucked out after all!

Oregon Trip Part I: Summer Lake

Oregon Trip Part I: Summer Lake

Clark's Nutcracker

Clark’s Nutcracker, Crater Lake NP, 2017

“Well that’s the last time I let you book a hotel.”

I uttered these words to my husband as I carefully controlled my horror and panic as we arrived at our destination in Summer Lake, Oregon. It was pitch black out when we rolled off the lonely highway in the high desert and clumsily walked around the grounds in search of our cabin. This was Day 2 of my first-ever road trip, and we were exhausted after having driven from Crescent City, CA to Crater Lake and eventually to Summer Lake several hours east.

I did not notice that we were inches away from blindly stepping into a small lake nor did I realize how many birds we would see once the sun popped out the following morning. Instead, I could only make out the porch light beaming brightly with the thousands of bugs attracted to that little beacon of glory. We opened the door and all those bugs, and mosquitoes, invited themselves into our room. We would have to open the door two more times: to retrieve our bags and return to our room. It was in that moment of realization that I said those calculated words to my poor, tired husband and weighed the pros and cons of sleeping in the insect-free car for the night. Instead, I chose to use the fly swatter on the wall and whack the dudes out of existence for the next hour. I slept with my jacket strategically wrapped around my head forming a small hole to breathe through. I woke up bite-free; my husband, refusing to follow my new fashion statement, did not share the same bite-free fate.

Tree Swallow

Young Tree Swallows in the Morning Light, Summer Lake, 2017

I woke up early the next morning unusually rested. I could hear the chatter of calls and melodic tunes coming from outside and I couldn’t stay put. Soundlessly I left the cabin and slipped outdoors to greet the birds. I watched California Quail running around, I was dive-bombed multiple times by an aggressive Tree Swallow, and I carefully scanned the Red-winged Blackbirds for signs of a Tricolored Blackbird. I relaxed at the pond near the cabin and was thankful that we didn’t fall into it the night before.

After nearly an hour of enjoying the calm and cool morning, I heard it – our target bird. I didn’t know what to do, wake my husband and face the consequences of a coffee-less morning, or hope the birds stick around. I quietly reentered the cabin and he stirred. I quietly said his name and received a grunt in response. So I pushed it, “Trumpeter Swans!!” Out of bed, throw on fresh clothes, out of there in a flash. It was a good thing I woke him because the swans disappeared not too long after that.

All and all, this was a worthwhile stop. The nearby auto tour produced lifers, including Yellow-headed Blackbirds and Franklin Gulls. I would recommend coming here at least once for the birds; just be sure to arrive in the day or turn off your porch light.

Yellow-Headed Blackbird

Yellow-Headed Blackbird, Summer Lake Auto Tour, 2017