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Olive-backed Pipit in SoCal

The 4th Olive-backed Pipit ever found in the Lower 48

Olive-backed Pipit lurking in Southern California

I occasionally tire of birding my 5MR. Even with all the habitat variety I have close to home, repeatedly visiting the same spots can get a little familiar. When the zugunruhe hits, I usually talk myself out of wandering further afield. But when news went out that a potential lifer was at a park in Fullerton, about 45 minutes away, I was excited. The bird was an Olive-backed Pipit. These small songbirds breed across Asia and Russia and winter in southern Asia and Indonesia. A few are seen in the  Aleutian Islands closest to Russia. For the lower 48 states, they are very rare. Before this bird, there were only 3 records — one in Nevada in the 60s, one on the Farralon Islands off San Francisco in the 90s, and a 2014 bird in Yorba Linda, California. Curiously, that last Olive-backed Pipit was just 8 miles from this new bird.

Since it was a weekend, I got up early and was at Gilman Park at sunrise. Already present were about a dozen nerds in REI adventure-wear with binoculars and long telephoto lenses. A few were set up where the bird had hung out the previous day. The rest were meandering. By the time the bird appeared at 7:45am, there were probably 40 birders around the park. We all headed to the spot, some more anxiously than others. Before I could get there and get my eyes on it, the pipit flew. It ended up right were it had spent the bulk of the day before: a dark, tree-covered patch of dirt.

Without a dirt background, the bird was easy to find. Otherwise, it could vanish before your eyes

The views of the pipit were clear, but not great. Indeed, the bird could disappear as it slowly worked its away along the ground. It eventually moved a bit around the park, and I was able to get some photographs in better light. The bird looks like our American Pipits, but its back is tinged olive, its belly streaking is darker, its legs are pink, and its facial markings are more distinct.

One of the delights of a major rarity like this is that it brings out all the birders. You get a chance to meet some new folks. Some are familiar names from eBird and message boards. Best of all, you get to bird with some really good birders. After a few of us had had our fill of the pipit, we decided to explore the park. It was a great spot for birds. It was full of a variety of tall trees and open areas of grass, with a little stream running through it. And the bird-detection was top notch. We didn’t find anything else extra rare, but did spot some other nice birds.

Orange County Pelagic Trip

We found several rafts of hundreds of Pink-footed Shearwaters

Orange County Pelagic Trip 

When you sign up for a 10-hour boat ride to see ocean birds, you accept the possibility that many of those hours will be spent looking at nothing but water in every direction. Or that you’ll be fogged in with less than 100 feet of visibility. Or that the waves will be rough enough to make everything unpleasant. In exchange for those possibilities, however, you get the chance to see birds you will not ever see from land.  Some species are expected. Others are gifts of chance, materializing when your boat just happens to cross paths with the wanderings of a bird on an infinitesimally small and completely unpredictable point on the earth’s vast oceans.

Pelagic birding is the last frontier of birding on the planet. The distribution of the birds of the world’s basins, beaches, bogs, jungles, hills, mountains, deserts, plains, plateaus, agricultural fields, forests, lakes, marshes, mesas, valleys, volcanos, creeks, capes and canyons are well known. The birds of the oceans remain comparatively mysterious. We have a sense of what’s out generally there, and where they breed. But many ocean birds spend their lives cruising widely, pushed here and there by wind and storm, and the shifting location of their food.

I recently took a boat ride with a few dozen birders out of Dana Point, California. The plan was to spend the day primarily in relatively nearshore Orange County waters. We visited spots with names like Crespi Knoll, the Lausen Sea Mount, the 279-fathom Bank, and the Catalina Ridge. At most, I think we were 25 miles off-shore. The day started with big flocks of Pink-footed Shearwaters and smaller numbers of Black-vented Shearwaters. The Black-vented Shearwaters are expected near-shore birds, sometimes occurring in massive winter flocks. The Pink-footed Shearwaters were a surprise. They normally are found only in small numbers off southern California. The hundreds we were seeing were unusual.

The first good rare find on the boat was a South Polar Skua sitting on the water about 10 miles out. Skua are bulky bullies of the oceans, chasing gulls and shearwaters and boobies, forcing them to drop fish they’ve caught. They breed on the coast of Antartica, and can be found in any ocean. I’d seen a pair of South Polar Skuas on a Maine whalewatching boat. This bird was my first for California. In the same area were a few Pomarine Jeagers. Similar to skuas, but not as large, they “hunt” at sea by stealing fish from other birds. During breeding on arctic tundra, they feed on lemmings.

After this excitement, a few hours of mostly nothing followed. Besides a big flock of Black Storm-Petrels, it was pretty empty out there. At 2:30pm, the boat turned back in the direction of Dana Point. Things had been dragging since 10am, and spirits were somewhat down despite the South Polar Skua from the morning. But I hadn’t lost my optimism. I yelled out for folks to keep their eyes out, confident there was at least one more good bird to find before we made it back to harbor. 

A little after 3pm, our great trip leader, Tom Benson, yelled out “Red-billed Tropicbird!!” Out ahead of the boat, a white bird had lifted off the ocean and thankfully turned to fly toward the boat. It made a fly-by along the port side, giving great views. These are beautiful birds rarely seen from land, and not often seen in nearshore southern California waters. They’ve got a dark red bill, sharp black markings on the face, back, and wings, and long tail feathers. This was a lifer for me.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, Tom was at it again. This time, he screamed out “Flesh-footed Shearwater!” This was a rarer bird than either the skua or the tropicbird. And it would be another lifer if I could get my eyes on it. They’re the same size and shape as the Pink-footed Shearwaters it was amongst. The key distinguishing feature is an all dark brown body. It took me some time to find it on the water, but I did. Seconds later, it flew directly away from the boat. I got one picture that I think is the bird, but you can’t tell. Two lifers on the last leg of the trip was a nice finish to the day.

It wasn’t just birds out there. We also saw a Humpback Whale, a few Fin Whales, dolphins, a mola mola, a flying fish, and multiple dragonflies during the day. Given the pleasant conditions, and nice rarities, it was a successful trip.

 

 

 

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