Oh well – I gave it my best shot. My ‘shot’ extended over a span of five big days of searching the vicinity of most of the reported sightings of Nutting’s Flycatchers throughout the stick jungles of the Bill Williams River National Wildlife Reserve over the past seven or eight years. I hate dipping, especially when the process absorbs a whole week, but it’s time to move on. I suspect that the twitchable bird that had been seen once or twice annually over the past few years at the ‘parking lot’ has moved on, or worst. Whomever manages to record or photograph one of these otherwise strictly Mexican flycatchers within the ABA area this year will have my sincere awe – good luck!
In the end, despite the disappointment of missing a bird I’d scored in ’16, and in one sense spinning my wheels for a week, I finished the week with two really enjoyable days of absorbing the quiet and scenic nature of the place. Once I settled down after the intial disappointment of seemingly missing both the flycatcher and the Blue-footed Booby at Alamo Lake, I gave myself a good talking to, and began to properly appreciate the nice range of birds through NWR, including a few surprises like a calling Virginia Rail, and several flushing Wilson’s Snipes. I was cheered by the comical scampering of an indignant mob of maybe 30 Gambel’s Quail, and impressed by the beautifully schitzzo song, and irreverent shape and posturing of territorial Crissal Thrashers. These experiences registered an early high marks for my final month of American birding adventures.
Following are a few images of the habitat and surrounds. This is one of the myriad faces of Arizona that inspire my love of the state/State.
I really goofed re Black-headed Gulls. I’d been waiting for the first winter reports via the rare bird alerts – somewhat surprised at the lack of reports, considering how often the species was reported in November and December 2016. Steve Petersen, an Ontario birder, alerted me a couple of days ago that a BHGU that has been hanging around with 400 Bonaparte’s Gulls, and at least one Little Gull at Niagara Falls, just over the Canada border for about a week. I wondered why this bird hadn’t penetrated the eBird or NARBA rare bird alert system, and found that there had in fact been been numerous reports this Code 3 species in the Northeastern US and adjacent Canada in recent times, including during the period that I was up there ten or so days ago. Buggah! So I’m currently headed back that way with high hopes. Will let you lot know how it goes, if it goes. PS, two more delays for my United flight (big surprise), we’re now told there are ‘technical issues to be addressed, because your safety is our biggest priority. I hate United.
Finally, a calendar check and adjustment to timeframe of last couple of days. There’s confusion beyond in my own head about this, so, with the benefit of my iPhone images to put places and dates together better, here’s where I’ve been and birds I’ve found and missed since returning from my latest Australian intermission. OH: Also note that when my posts are uploaded, it is a day later in Australia. So if I post something on a Tuesday, it will have a date of Wednesday on it, when you read it.
Saturday, 23 November – Oahu, dipping on Yellow-faced Grassquit at several sites.
Sunday, 24 November – *Kona pelagic trip – fun, but no new species for year-list.
Monday, 25 November –
- Ass-kicking but unsuccessful effort to get to Mariana Swiftlet roost.
- Late afternoon, I ran into Amanda Damin for the umpteenth time this year, maybe because she’s nearly as crazy as me, at Yellow-faced Grassquit stakeout on western tip of Oahu.
Tuesday, 26 November – I continued YFGQ search in Oahu and successfully heard two birds near where Amanda and I had bumped into one another.
Wednesday, 27 November – I tried unsuccessfully for Blue-footed Booby at Alamo Lake, 2.5hrs drive NW of Phoenix.
Thursday, 28 November – overcame bad weather and no cars in Boston (Thanksgiving Day – who’d have thunk) to find Barnacle Goose in Massachusetts.
Friday, 29 November
- Morning arrival at Northern Lapwing stakeout (with a car), only to bump into Amanda, as always. Its weird. Or maybe she thinks I’m a stalker. The bird never showed up.
- We both agreed to look for Dovekies north of Boston. But I went south to areas I thought would be better for Purple Sandpiper, and with afternoon ripening, we spoke on phone and I pulled the pin. She went ahead, and sighted several Dovekies from her car window. I had dipped on the sandpipers, to add salt to the wound. Oh, but I did score an immature Great Cormorant.
Saturday, 30 November, I followed Amanda’s example, and saw at least two Dovekies in the high winds, trying to avoid hitting land. These were unfortunately not photographable for me. I also found two small groups of Purple Sandpipers, which were photogenic.
Sunday, 1 December I dipped again on the Blue-footed Booby at Alamo Lake, Arizona, despite investing in the cost and effort of paddling around in a kayak.
Monday 2 December – through to Friday the 6th (yesterday), I worked hard to dip on Nutting’s Flycatcher. That’s five days of search, not the six I earlier estimated; it seemed more like eight. I’m now on a layover at O’hara, Chicago, hoping for a Black-headed Gull at Niagra Falls Ontario tomorrow. But its a United flight. So yeah, of course, its now been delayed. The typical scenario is that once you get the first delay – this one just a half hour, and a gate change, it is as often as not, the beginning of a long process. I love American Airlines, but too often their flights don’t work in my tight schedule, and I have to go with the underlings. Fingers crossed, it would be nice to get a good sleep tonight before trying for a potential new Big Year record.
*I sought advice widely about the appropriateness of going from Big Island to Oahu, with my only activity on Big Island being the pelagic trip, and I’m comfortable about my progressions in relation to ROD tree disease on Big Island.