Wednesday, May 23, 2012

A Lapse of Lynx

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Spain was a side trip on my Europe vacation to spend time with James Lidster on his "stag do." That sort of British English for "bachelor party," but it seems to imply much more. This one was planned to be a week long trip for him and his friends including some birding and natural history, but not too much.

First stop in Spain on May 2 was the Llanos del Rincón on the way to Andújar from Málaga with James' friends Shaun and Kevin. It was really nice to see several White-headed Ducks, a Eurasian Thick-knee, and hear a Great Reed-Warbler singing.


Then we went to the mountains to the N Andújar to look for Iberian Lynx. I was one of two out of the 12 guys who assembled here who missed seeing the stupid cat. But I enjoyed other things, as well as getting to know James and his friends.


This is the view from where many people stood and scanned for hours hoping to see the feline. There were mammal watchers from all over Europe here these days, and few people were as lucky as these guys.

Some birds in the are included lots of Sardinian Warblers (all birds digibinned here).

And European Bee-eaters.

A Small Copper was one of few butterflies active in the cool, showery weather.

We went into an artificial cave with several species of roosting bats, including this Greater Mouse-eared Bat, Myiotis myiotis.

Herman alerted me to this Moorish gecko, Tarentola mauritanica, in a culvert by the lynx watching spot.

James (little guy on the left), Alex, and Herman. I'm usually the tall one in the group, but during this trip I was only the 5th tallest.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Ice Age Mammal

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I'm interrupting my string of Europe blogs to share this Moose. I saw MOOSE today. In fact, this weekend I saw several Moose near Homer, Alaksa. Such a bizarre, huge creature, nonchalantly devouring people's front yards and threatening traffic with impunity.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

France in a Day, Paris in an Afternoon

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More catching up with my blog. Now in Homer, Alaska, I can believe I really was in Europe just 3 weeks ago only if I look at my photos to recall the wonderful moments I had with friends.

Even if as brief as my 1 1/2 day visit in France was, it meant a lot to me. After visiting Stephen in  Belgium, I took the quick train to Paris' Gare du Nord train station on April 30. A lot of souls have wandered through this famous spot over time.

It was about 4 blocks' walk to the East Station (Gare de l'Est; actually in Tucson terms it was about 1/4 block), and while I busied myself with knitting a new pair of socks, I was suddenly in the middle of Champagne, visiting my dear friend Titou.

On May 1, far from the demonstrations that dominated much of the country, we had a nice morning of birding in the forest to the south of Reims, passing through picturesque old villages, such as Villers-aux-noeuds.

The region grows a lot of grapes for bubbly wine; not just any, this is the genuine champagne.

On our walk in the woods the Blackcaps, Great Tits, Marsh Tits, Chaffinches, and Dunnocks conspired to create a cacophony. No photos of them, but the wildflowers in this late, late spring were still nice to see. Bluebells.

Violets.

And a really hairy cool weather fly.

Titou lives in a lovely country house over an hour from Reims but maintains a lofty flat in the middle of the city, with a spectacular view of this famous city.

The Notre Dam cathedral in the center of town is perhaps the best known landmark.


Then I got a ride to Paris with Titous' nephew, met up with my friend Harald, and within a short time was viewing the other Notre Dam cathedral. France in a day.

Harald and I then caught up at a busy restaurant, having last seen each other in Heidelberg 14 1/2  years ago.

I saw the tip of the Eiffel Tower from afar. Paris in an afternoon.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

99 Birds in Belgium

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I've gotten way behind in my blogging – too much fun, too much real experience, and not enough time online. I'm not complaining.

I'll just start where I left off with my month-long vacation visiting friends in Europe, though I'm now home and putting the last touches on my shopping list and recipe book for the Gambell cooking job I'm doing week after next.

After visiting Marco and Frank in Oldenburg, I made my way to Brussels to visit fellow birding tour guide Stephen Boddington. The train took me across the entire nation of The Netherlands, where I had to change trains in Groningen, Utrecht, and Rotterdam. The latter has a particularly striking, and not very bird-friendly, skyline from the main train station.

Stephen and I birded two different sites in Belgium, did some touring of the city center, had a drink with a friend of his at a pub that had a listing of maybe a hundred beers, and walked through the rare opening of the royal greenhouses.

We started with a local hotspot in a Brussels suburb called Mechelen, taking the train and walking to the Mechels Broek from there. A lake, wet fields, hedgerows, and scattered trees make this a very good local patch for birders with only a couple hours to spare. Our highlight here today was a group of migrant Black Terns over the main lake, but a nice assortment of shorebirds – Common Sandpiper, Common Redshank, Greenshank, Wood Sandpiper, and Green Sandpiper – was also a treat. A new phenomenon for me was the mating swarms of this unusual moth, the Green Longhgorn, Adela reaumurella. I had never seen a moth with such long antennae, making me think at first that they were trichopterans.

Our non-birding interlude in Brussels included the city's most famous tourist attraction, the tiny statue known as Manneken Pis, the "Little Man Pee." There is apparently crowd of tourists around it at all times, though I had never even heard of it before.

We did include some birding, such as the pair of Stock Doves that Stephen had found in the main park as well as the breeding pair of peregrines in this church tower. We saw the female come in and land briefly above the nest, and the chicks are visible with the cam that is broadcast on tv screens in a trailer parked on the street below. Two interpreters are employed full time to talk about the birds with curious passers-by.

We also took advantage of the brief annual opening of the royal greenhouses in the N part of the city. Lots of palms, ferns, and fuchsias. The King apparently likes pink.


Finally, we got in a good, full day of birding on the coast near Brugge and hit it just right with conditions for a superbly visible landbird migration. Stephen wrote about it already on his Belgian Birding Blog.

We started off on the top of the dike with town and farm fields to the southeast and the North Sea (near where it meets the English Channel) to the northwest. Here we saw flocks of swallows, swifts, pipits, and wagtails winging their way north (forced to head northeast by the coastline), with top highlights going to a Common Redstart, an Osprey, and a Ring Ouzel. Two Eurasian Jays flying very high were behaving like migrants, though local birds are probably resident.

We then covered the green, wet, and plowed fields behind the town of Blankenberge, a wildlife area called the Uitkerkse Polder.

Breeding Black-tailed Godwits sang while Meadow Pipits foraged quietly – apparently already feeding young.

The plowed fields were full of three kinds of Western Yellow Wagtails, Northern Wheaters, and a few Whinchats. I always enjoy watching Jackdaws, a very cute corvid that most Europeans take for granted. We just don't have anything like it in North America, though I once heard a distinctive single call note from the middle of a huge flock of American Crows going to a roost at Sauvie Island, Oregon. I could have just shrugged it off as a hallucination if it hadn't been also heard by my friend Hendrik who also picked the sound out of the more raucous crows. But we never saw anything and I will always only wonder if we actually heard a Jackdaw.

Other shorebirds in the wet fields included several Eurasian Oystercatchers and this lingering European Golden-Plover.

In just a day and a half of birding, we had managed to get to 99 species for my first trip ever to this country. I'll have to return.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Ostfriesland: The Northwestern-most Corner of Germany

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The next stop on my whirlwind tour of seeing long-lost friends was in the far NW of Germany, in the land where Plattdeutsch is spoken. I didn't get a chance to hear it (and I wouldn't have understood it anyway), but it was the first time I heard the greeting "Moin" used when entering a store. Only in this part of Germany do they say this.

My friends Marco and Frank treated me to a full day of birding at some seasonally flooded fields and a couple nature reservers near Oldenburg and then to a wildlife area on the coast right up next to the border with The Netherlands.

At our first stop, a smattering of waterfowl and Marco's first Common Swift of the year held our interest. Using Marco's scope, I snapped a couple shots of a Blue Tit and a Linnet in a small grove of willows.


Our last stop for the morning outing featured a long walk past some protected wildflower meadows, the Schachbrettblume (Snake's Head Fritillary, Fritillary meleagris) being the flower of honor here.


We heard at least three Common Nightingales, but they aren't always so easy to see as they are very wary of humans and love to stick tight to dense growth. This is a typical view.

Frank and Marco's dog Timo loves to play fetch.

And there's no branch too big for Timo.

We came across this carabid beetle – here in northern Europe where there are so few species of insects, things like this really stand out, and in most cases they actually have long-established common names. I didn't get one for this. Maybe my friend Margarethe can comment.

It was sunny enough for some butterflies. This is European Orangetip seemed to be quite interested in these mating Green-veined Whites.

The German name of this satyr is Waldbrettspiel – the "forest board game," but in English it's known as the Speckled Wood (Pararge aegeria).

We headed back to Oldenburg for a break, stopping along the way to take a picture of a typical farmhouse of the region, the roof made of phragmites reed being the hallmark. One also had its own White Stork in the back yard.



Then in the evening we drove to the Hauener Pütten by the quaint village of Greetsiel. This village is notable for having two windmills.


On the way I took a picture of what a civilized bike path looks like – here in the middle of nowhere, they had the sense to create a path for bikes apart from the street, not the dangerous, barbarian white stripes merely painted on the busy streets of Tucson.

We then arrived at the Pütten – seasonally flooded meadows inland from the dike that demarcates the North Sea mudflats, here designated as the Wattenmeer National Park.


Some of the nice birds we saw in this area, digiscoped using Marco's scope.
Barnacle Goose

Eurasian Spoonbill

Garganey

Pied Avocets

Reed Bunting

Bluethroat