Since returning on 21 July from my fourth family-related whirlwind Australian visit of the year, I’ve been focussed on getting back into position for a shot at upping the ABA Big Year record. I’ve clearly been dragging well behind my insane 2016 pace, due not only to periods of absence, but other factors including a much slower ‘first winter’ season for rarities than happened during the first couple of months of 2016, and a less-than-feverish pace of travel. still, I feel that if I play it fast and smart from here on in, I could still be in the money. What will be required is a reasonable Fall season for Alaskan vagrants (i.e. some %#@! westerly winds for a change while I’m out on Gambell and St Paul for an otherwise painful two months), and an influx of southern vagrants in Texas and Florida during this year’s second winter (November and December). So far as the Hawaiian component of my game plan, I’m presently trying to get a four-day October pelagic trip out of Hawaii organised. If I can find a couple of more participants, I feel that I could add up to a half-dozen seabirds to my year list that are otherwise unlikely. Either way, I’m confident of substantially topping my 2016 Hawaiian total of 52 species. But talk is cheap – we’ll see.
Robyn joined me in Los Angeles on the 28th of July for a two-week period of twitching for a few rarities, and a whole bunch of common species that should have been on my year-list months ago. After picking Robyn up at LAX, we bee-lined to Dana Point to the south, for a late-afternoon search for the immature Nazca Booby that had been roosting intermittently at the end of a stone jetty amongst hundreds of cormorants, gulls and pelicans. After parking the car we soon encountered a couple of birders with scopes, who told us, yeah, the bird WAS on the jetty until about an hour ago, but someone decided to walk along the jetty to close proximity for a closeup photo, and the bird flushed, heading off to parts unknown. I continued looking around the coastal area, and even walked out on the jetty – far enough to see that the booby wasn’t on the back of the seawall, but not close enough to make any of the birds nervous. During this search my iPhone battery died. That was too bad, as the birders I’d met a couple of hours earlier tried several times to reach me to let me know that the bird had returned around 7PM – at the FRONT of the jetty, where I hadn’t bothered looking any more before sunset. Crikey.
All’s well that ends well, and upon our return to the Dana Point jetty the next morning, Robyn and I were able to see that the Nazca Booby – a lifer for both of us, was front and centre, back in its usual roosting position – at least when not out at sea feeding. That gave us plenty of time to head back to LA, and attempt to find at least one of the 22 Surfbirds that had been counted along the canal at Marina Del Ray adjacent to roller-haven Venice Beach. As the momentum continued building, I soon found the birds – all 22 of them, roosting on the stone seawall, right where they were supposed to be. This gave us plenty of time to hop on an early afternoon flight to Tucson, to chase a couple of rarities, and a good number of common species.
Once in Tucson, we drove to the beautiful Chiricahua Mountains a couple of hours away, hot on the trail of a pair of fledgling Spotted Owls that had been hanging around a known campsite. We arrived at 9PM, and had hardly locked the car before the vocalisations of several Spotted Owls caught our attention. This was always going to be a tough species to find, with the Miller Canyon birds seemingly going AWOL during the last two years.
Over the next couple of days I tidied up a range of Arizona birds I needed for my year-list, before hopping over to San Antonio, then Uvalde, Texas, for my second attempt of the year for a Mexican Violetear – having missed the first bird by only an hour or two. This species is notorious for hanging around feeders for just a few days before disappearing. We were lucky – and had time to drive six hours west to score Buff-breasted Sandpiper at a turf farm.