The end of August was
near, and that meant that September would soon rear its ugly head.
I knew September would bring with it lots of work as the new semester
got started and my office moved to its new location in Surrey.
I resolved to squeeze as much birding in as I could before work
took over my life.
So on the 30th I started
the day by going down to Blackie Spit in Crescent Beach. I parked,
as I usually do, in the biggest part of the parking lot, near
the off-leash area. As I headed in, my first stop was in one of
the protected areas, overlooking the pilings from an old pier.
Some birds had gathered there on the pilings...Great Blue Herons
and some gulls, probably Ring-billed Gulls. It was a very strict
arrangement, though--herons in the front, and gulls in the back.
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You know,
I've often heard the term "birdbrain" used for someone
who doesn't think too well, but I just don't understand it. The
birds around here seem to really have their heads on straight. Take,
for instance, the Greater Yellowlegs I found near the pilings. He's
clearly got an idea that I can respect: "I'm having crab for
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After watching the
yellowlegs eat the crab, I headed on around the park, not seeing
much in the way of bird life. I eventually went out to the point
of the spit, and on my way there I found this House Finch posing
by the path.
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Right at the point,
I found a Great Blue Heron, who was fishing in a little bed of
seaweed..
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When he'd
catch a fish, he'd also generally catch a bunch of seaweed along
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So he'd
take the whole billfull over to the shore and drop it. |
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Then he
could pick up just the fish and leave the seaweed. |
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With only
the fish to deal with, it was no problem to flip it up into his
mouth and swallow. |
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Seaweed and fish...now
if he only had some sticky rice to go with it, he could've had
sushi rather than sashimi.
I watched him go through
this procedure a couple of times before he and I went our separate
ways. I don't know where he flew off to, but I headed towards
White Rock. On the way, I found a small park on the side of a
cliff; there seem to be a few of these little parks in the area.
Stopping to check out the park, I was approached by a black cat.
He reminded me of my kitty Zippy, but he didn't have the white
triangle on his chest that Zippy does.
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The park consisted
of a bunch of stairs and boardwalk along the side of the cliff
over to a lookout. Along the way, I encountered a friendly squirrel.
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But I didn't see any
birds, and the photos I took from the lookout were quite unspectacular.
Rather than going on
the White Rock, I headed home. Later in the afternoon, though,
I went over to Queen's Park. At Queen's Park, there is a petting
zoo, and I got there about ten minutes before it closed. Worse
than that, it was closing for the season on Labor Day and so this
would be my last trip there until next spring. I decided to concentrate
on the birds (they also have cats, goats, pigs, rabbits, and lambs).
All of the pictures
that follow on this page are of captive animals, not wild ones.
Here's a shot of one
of their peafowl. They are so very pretty.
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They have
a whole family of Muscovy Ducks there. Here's the male. |
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And here's the female,
showing some beautiful green plumage.
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Muscovies are a lot
bigger than Wood Ducks, but I always think that the Muscovy female's
face pattern looks like the Wood female's.
Anyway, here's one
of the three juvenile Muscovies.
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There were a number
of Graylag Geese (a.k.a. Barnyard Geese) around. They often look
very rectangular when they walk.
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One of my favorite
birds at this little petting zoo is the Egyptian Goose. This guy
is an exotic domestic species here, but is a common wild species
in Egypt. According to my Sibley's Guide, there is a small wild
colony of them in Southern California now. Anyhow, he's got quite
interesting markings, and his colors look like they were lifted
from an old Egyptian painting. Maybe their color schemes were
inspired by their geese.
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One thing about this
goose--he really knows how to pout.
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The zoo closed, and
the zoo attendant, as kind as she was, really deserved to get
on home, so I headed on to dinner and to plot my next day of birding.
I was getting a little tired of my usual wetland diet of shorebirds,
gulls, and herons, and decided that for my last day of August,
I needed a change of habitat.
That will be next time.
Thinking about having
crab for lunch,
Tom
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