Notable November Naughts

Estoy tan cansado de barcos,

My friends, fewer than 60 days remain until the end of 2015, which would also (mercifully) happen to be the end of this Big Year.

As we wrapped up our Yellow Rail Fest, we interrogated the Festival Organizer for how and where to find an elusive Bachman's Sparrow (well, really we just asked nicely, as she was pretty cool). She told us about the habitat it preferred (grassy areas in pine forest), and her main tip for finding it at this time of year was, "Just zig-zag through the grass until one pops up". OK, that sounds like something I can do.

We drove about 90 minutes north into the Piney Woods of Louisiana, to the point on a forest road where the birds had been reported recently. Sure enough, the road was surrounded by pine forest (hence the name!) and knee-high grass interspersed with small islands of brush. Wandering randomly through the grass, a sparrow flushed within about 30 minutes and started yelling at us. As she gave us her opinion on how grossly offensive our presence was, we got one really good look at her perched on a branch and sure enough, that was a Bachman's Sparrow! Check.

So, now what? We had a whole weekend until our boat trip out of South Padre Island, and the drive there was only about 9 hours. [Note how twisted one's perspective becomes after a Big Year... a 9-hour drive is "nothing"!] No birds we needed had been reported along the whole Texas coast, so we decided to just take things easy for a couple days.

Pro Tip: If you're going to make a last-minute trip to a city for a few days, check the weather forecast before you book your trip!

Given its proximity to our route, we made San Antonio our destination. Which, we discovered after making hotel reservations, was under a Flash Flood warning. The weekend turned out fine, and running to dinner in a dumping rainstorm was kind of fun, so all's well that ends well.

Fun Fact: Did you know that if the government issues a flash flood warning, your cell phone will start screaming an alarm? Even/especially if the warning is issued at 2AM? And if you have two phones, they both will go off?

So, after a semi-relaxing weekend, we arrived in South Padre Island on Sunday night, and woke early Monday ready to check off all kinds of new birds on our last scheduled boat trip of the year!

Unfortunately, nobody told the birds.

On the entire 12+ hour trip, we found maybe 15 species of birds, most of which were seen in the first hour, and zero new birds for the year. This trip defined, "slow day". Bummer! So, we're still stuck at 674 for the year.

Next up, we'll attend some of the festivities at the Rio Grande Valley Birding Festival here in south Texas, then take a field trip on Thursday, and then we're not sure. We have a trip booked to hunt for Lesser Prairie Chicken and Boreal Owl, but those are both going to be very difficult. We may rebook our trip to hunt for something else. My Excel script is crunching the numbers as we speak...

Crunch, crunch, crunch,
Me

Yellow Rails and Rice Is Not A Cajun Dish

On one level, the Yellow Rails and Rice Festival is a novel event that celebrates local birds and local culture. On another level, it's a triumph of "agri-tourism" where two groups that aren't often friends (Birders, who are often focused on preserving native habitats, and Farmers, who transform habitats to grow food) get together for mutual benefit. However you look at it, this is a pretty cool event.

Yellow Rails are secretive (and cute) little birds that like nothing more than to hunker down in some thick marshy grass and stay hidden. They stay so hidden that Science knows much less about the Yellow Rail than it does about most birds. But, we do know that they typically spend their summers in Central Canada and the Northern Midwest United States, and they migrate to the Gulf Coast in September and October.

Late October turns out to be the season for harvesting rice down here in southern Louisiana. And, rice grows best in flat, wet fields that Yellow Rails (and many other birds) find delightful. So, as the giant combines [pronounced with emphasis on the first syllable like "KOM-bine"] drive through the fields to harvest the rice grain, birds that have taken refuge in the field scatter. In fact, this kind of disturbance is one of the few ways that people can actually see a Yellow Rail.

So, about seven years ago, some enterprising folks in Southern Louisiana decided this could make for a great event: visitors get to see an elusive bird that they likely wouldn't otherwise get to see, and they also learn about how rice farming works, and hopefully appreciate both a little better. And since this is Cajun Country, why not throw in some food and music as well?

Thursday morning was Day 1 of the festival. We congregated at a church (get it? ha!) in a village so small that Google Maps doesn't even show it (although Bing Maps does! Bing FTW!), to receive instruction on how the day would go. The show then shifted to a nearby rice field, where the farmer fired up his giant combine.

This machine drives back and forth across the field, cutting the rice stalks, separating the grain, and blowing it into a hopper on the top. When the hopper is full, the rice is transferred to another vehicle for transport.

A very cool aspect of this event is that attendees get to ride on the combine! We were able to take two laps around the field, getting a monster's eye view of the whole process. Here's a view of how the machine works from the platform where the driver sits:

Otherwise, visitors are encouraged to walk through the (muddy) field to get close to the action, and the organizers had ATVs with which they gave rides alongside the combine.

From a birding perspective, we had many great looks at Yellow Rails, although it was tough to see the birds because they are small and understandably) were moving VERY quickly away from the huge beast:

Yellow Rail is in front of the third person from the right. Looks like only one person in that group is seeing this bird!

Zoom in to Yellow Rail

 Another view of a Yellow Rail:

We even had a few King Rails, a large fresh-water wading bird similar to Clapper/Ridgeway's Rail that's typically found along the Gulf Coast.

Mammals may take refuge in the fields, too, and they also run for new cover when the combine approaches.

This young raccoon didn't look very happy, both because of the impending machine and because we likely saw its parent on the other side of the field, headed the opposite direction.

While the mosquitos and related biting insects were surprisingly not bad at all, there was one slightly creepy element of the day: flying spiders!

The white lines you see are spider webs caught on electrical wire. Throughout the day, tiny spiders on the end of long strands of web (up to several feet long) were drifting through the skies and landing in the fields. Although, we never did actually see one running around on us, presumably they landed on us, too! Yikes!

The day ended with some really awesome jambalaya, sweet dough pies, cold beer, a local trio of musicians, and an amazing sunset. This was a really fun festival, and worth attending if you'd like to see some interesting birds and experience a unique part of the country!

Me

Laissez les bonnes oiseaux rouler!

Bonsoir from Louisiana!

My Ghost Blogger has been absent/lazy for a few days, so I apologize for the absence of posts. She has been fired for dereliction of duty, and a new Ghost Blogger will be hired soon. In the meantime, you're stuck with me.

I'm sure you've been wondering what has transpired since the last post. "What amazing adventures have they embarked upon, only to keep secret from their devoted followers?" is a question I'm sure you've asked yourself nightly. "Did they quit early and not tell anybody?" would be reasonable. "Do they not love us any more?" is undoubtedly also at the top of your mind.

To address these burning questions: Very Little, Definitely Not, and We Absolutely Still Do.

So, what has happened?

Mostly, the past several days have been about work and life. On the birding front, our only recent expedition was over to Marin, in search of two rare vagrants: a White Wagtail, an Arctic bird that we missed in Nome but that somehow ended up in Northern California, and an even more rare Dusky Warbler, which is common in Asia but has only been reported a handful of times EVER in NorCal. We struck out on the warbler, but did manage to find the Wagtail, for bird #671 for the year.

Candidate for "Crappiest Picture Ever". Blame Ms. Wagtail for not flying to our side of the lake.

The wagtail happened also to be The Wife's 700th Life Bird, so congratulate her on joining the 700 Club when next you see her!

Now, though, things are about to get interesting. We are in Cajun Country for a few days of jambalaya, gumbo, and boudin, and also for an interesting sounding festival called, "Yellow Rails and Rice". This festival takes advantage of how rice harvesting disturbs birds that are hiding in the wet rice to show attendees all kinds of rails, including the enigmatic Yellow Rail.

After that, we're headed to southern Texas (AGAIN) for a boat trip (AGAIN) and the Rio Grande Valley Birding Festival. Subsequently, we may visit the Most Boring City in America (Lubbock, TX) for a late attempt at Lesser Prairie Chicken, and then Denver for one more shot at Boreal Owl. Or, we may reschedule everything depending on the weather and our whims. That would be just like us.

Stay tuned!
Me (Not the fired Ghost Blogger, for reals)