While I watch and wait for the warblers to congregate, it is always a joy to linger at Cape Spear. There is a steady flow of seabirds flying North and South. I often wonder why they travel in both directions at this time of the year. Yesterday, this young Kittiwake was testing its wings and its power. It spent a lot of time playing aggressively with a Common Tern.
At the Cape, I am most often preoccupied with the whales, but yesterday there were only a few swimming by. None lingered. That freed my attention to zero in more closely on the shearwaters flying by. Sooty and Greater Shearwaters are most common and have been seen in the area for more than a week now.
It is the Manx Shearwater that is the most difficult to spot. Not yesterday. There were two flying and landing close to the lookout. They remained for at least an hour. When I left, they were still in the area.
One stayed close to a Greater Shearwater seen here. It was nice to see them together. I studied them closely and now feel more confident to identify a Manx at a distance.
Along the road to the Cape, I saw five Red-breasted Nuthatch. These are the first I have seen in quite a while.
I found numerous warblers in several different locations. When the species begin to congregate, it is a sure sign of the migration to follow. The season seems so short, but now is the time to begin looking more closely at the flocks for both enjoyment and the possibility of rare birds among them.
While whale watching at St. Vincent's Beach, there was an on-going distraction. Parasitic Jaegers kept appearing.
They were so aggressive and disruptive it was impossible to ignore them. They pursued the Kittiwakes, Ring-billed Gulls and terns.
At times they would double team the attack. Yet, for all their hard work they came up empty-handed time and time again. There were some really close calls but no meals during a two-hour stretch.
There finally comes a moment when it is necessary to pay these birds some deserved attention. There were at least four Jaegers working the air and the beach, at times landing on the beach.
I say at least four, because there was one other different bird that joined the four for a brief encounter off the inner beach. While watching the four, a darker bird with wider and longer wings zoomed into the group and scattered the Jaegers.
What was that? It was one of those brief "wow" moments you have to extend the binocular viewing. Sadly, the birds were low over the water with the dark trees in the background. When I lowered the bins and raised my camera, it was impossible to get a focus on any of the five birds. The first bird that came to mind was a South Polar Skua. I looked and looked and could not relocate the mystery bird. The Jaegers scattered like crazy and spread out over the water.
These photos illustrate the wide variation of the one species of Jaeger. There was one dark morph, one probable adult and two juvenile Parasitic Jaegers. It was a great opportunity to see them well.
Also seen on the same day was this Harp Seal lounging on the beach in Renews. It popped its head up the minute I closed the car door. It struggled to get back to the water, but didn't travel far before resting. The weight of this creature could be felt and heard as it tried to move across the rocks. This is no doubt my best view of a Harp Seal.
Sadly, there was another encounter in Biscay Bay. This Minki Whale beached a few weeks back. As unpleasant as it was, I was drawn to look at it as I have never really seen this species up close. Its body and shape is very, very different from a Humpback. Obviously, not all whales look alike.
Well, a trip to St. Vincent's yesterday yielded many potential topics for a blog. Catherine Barrett and I had so many uncommon, up-close encounters. The quandary now is which one to share first. Upon reflection, I thought I should go with the one that enthralled me the most.... an astounding whale show.
The whales were so close to the beach we frequently got misted as they expelled just prior to rising to the surface. We were so close we could look the whales in the eye.
It is challenging to get any decent pictures when the creatures are so close, so plentiful and so unpredictable. Typically, I watch for the blow as that comes from the top-most point of the head. The first part to surface. Following that, the whale may surface more or just sink back out of sight.
This shot shows just how close they were. The ripple at the bottom of the photo is the gentle wave rolling right onto the beach. I was told St. Vincent's is one of the best places to view whales, because there is a sudden, deep drop-off very close to shore. They were so close at time I thought they might become beached.
Pictures aside, what an exhilarating, exciting, marvelous experience. For nearly two hours we watched as the whales worked a steady pattern of feeding from one end of the beach to the other. At times they moved together as though it were some type of feeding strategy. Other times, a single whale would move about. There was at least one small one among the group of about six close to shore and more off shore.
The whales displayed their fins as they rolled, but didn't go into any near-shore slapping frenzy. I included this shot because it looks like something attached to the fin. Could it be a transmitter?
The size and thickness of the fins is amazing.
The markings on the fins are variable, and I suspect they are as unique as the typical identifying fluke pattern.
There were injured fins, and there were fins encrusted with barnacles. I wondered if the amount of barnacles lent any information to the aging of the animal.
Sitting on the rocks and enjoying this spectacle, I realized just how little I know about the Humpback Whale. I have seen them for years, both up close and afar. However, never have I seen them this close.
There were only these three opportunities to capture pics of the whale tale. Whales need to dive more deeply for the tail to surface in this way.
With the whales in so close, there was no diving. Fortunately, the deep water wasn't that far away. While my 300 mm lens was not the best for the close shots, it served me well to get these.
With tails, fens and blow holes addressed, I finally get to my favorite shots... the head and mouth. I wondered what the whales were eating. There were no capelin on the beach, and I didn't see any birds with capelin. It wasn't until I saw this image that I saw the tiny fish the whales were scooping up. They are so tiny. How many thousands of this did they eat during the two-hour frenzy we observed.
The lower jaw is like a bucket, much larger than the upper jaw. As they skim they work to fill up the bucket with fish. They rose from the cover of the water with a mouth full of the ocean and fish.
Check out how the portion of the lower jaw is bloated. This is the first time I ever saw this.
Then, when the whales reach the surface, they expel the water with great force, keeping the fish inside.
I even got a shot of the tongue. Now that I have seen these images and made some fair observations of their pattern of surfacing. I would love to return to the beach to try again for better shots. I was told the best show happens around 8 p.m. when the Humpbacks stop feeding and begin playing. This includes tail and fin slapping and the most desired photo op of all ..... the full breach.
At one point, three heads immerged at the same time, but I wasn't quick enough to get them all. In fact after this session, I felt like I had run a race. Who knew being a spectator could require so much engagement?
With one parting shot, I reluctantly turned my attention to the Jaegers which I do not see very often.
At this time of year Spotted Sandpipers are seen everywhere. They are vocal and they are active. There were at least four around the main beach in Cape Broyle.
Shortly after first seeing this one, it because clear it must have a nest nearby. It went into a distracting dance to protect its young. At the time, no young were seen.
A quick stop by the beach on a return turn trip yielded one tiny baby already on its legs and scurrying around the backside of the beach. It was interesting to see that even at this young age, it was already bobbing its tail.
Unfortunately, the choice for nest site was not the best. Brush was piled high in the area for a Canada Day bonfire to be held in the evening along with a fireworks display. Hopefully, no one trampled on this one or others that may have been hidden in the tall grass. If they survived that, they would also have to survive the fright of the fireworks.
I really was not expecting to relocate the Northern Parula this morning. Nevertheless, I went to Kent's Pond and was going to be contented to settle for a brisk walk on this cold morning. I thought I heard the bird near the boardwalk, but couldn't find it. I walked the pond and returned to the initial area.
Hearing it again, I stayed put until it finally showed itself. What a great bird! I have only seen two Northern Parulas in my more than five years of birding, and they were both Fall birds. Gotta say: The Spring Parula is very handsome.
The two warm days we had are quickly fading in my memory as the northwest winds continue to usher in the icy arctic air. For that reason, I decided to revisit the photos taken earlier in the week.
Bitten by black flies from head to toe, I remained undaunted because of the cluster of birds I saw along a trail in the woods.
Seeing the flashes of color and hearing the variety in song was a joy. The most interesting bird seen during the hike was the first one pictured. I consulted Bruce M. on this one. He thinks it is most likely a Yellow-bellied Flycatcher without the yellow belly. Compare photo one with photo six to see the difference between this and a typical Yellow-belly Flycatcher..
At this time of the year it is more likely to see and hear a Ruby-crowned Kinglet, but this Golden-crowned Kinglet was keeping company with a Ruby. Nice to see them together.
The American Redstarts are especially nice at this time of the year. The female seen above is so different from the male. However, the flashing color in the tail makes them very easy to identify.
This female Yellow Warbler brought about a double take. At first sighting, the splash of blue/grey under the wing made me wonder if it were something different. Closer look just revealed a somewhat different plumage from many female Yellows at this time of the year.
I swatted flies for two hours before I gave in to the discomfort and left. Here is my take for the day: Find the flies and you will find the birds.