Thursday, December 26, 2013

Off-Course Painted Redstart Digging Berkeley Scene

Off-course Painted Redstart (photo courtesy of Cal Walters)

Bird doo-doo!
Talk about being late to the party!

Last month, sharp-eyed scientific illustrator Katie Bertsche spotted a Painted Redstart coolin' his (or her?) migratory jets for at least three weeks by all accounts, comfortably hanging out in some trees, and openly for a time on a telephone wire, "actually pretty brave," as described and photographed by Cal Walters on November 17, near College Avenue. Previously, I wouldn't have known a Painted Redstart from a Western Kingbird, much less the ornithological mis-kinship to another bird I've never seen – the American Redstart. (Definitely a mystery to be sorted out later.)

Painted Redstart (photo courtesy dominic sherony, CC BY-SA 2.0
<https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons)

No doubt the little fella is an outlier, a reverse migrator blown-off course during their semi-annual rounds from Arizona to Mexico and Central America and back again. Occasionally, a few stragglers end up in Southern California; only twice have they been spotted in Northern California (Auburn in 2010 and Point Reyes National Seashore in 2012). Amazingly, he (or she?) managed to find hospitable landfall – make that treefall – in Berkeley's arboreally accommodating Elmwood neighborhood. Called a "warbler of surpassing beauty" by The Cornell Lab of Ornithology, he (or she?) is a first-time visitor to Alameda County (so far as we know). Certainly, a first-ever sighting for the area. Naturally, it was a big deal among local and not so local birding enthusiasts who flocked to glimpse the pretty wayward Wood-Warbler.

Last week, on a Lark, hoping to spot the bird in "passerine" I ventured a few miles on my bike southeastward from North Berkeley and did reconnaissance for half an hour, to no avail. My first clue of the bird's absence should have been no sightings of binocular and camera toting bird watchers lurking and skulking about. My second clue should have been, humbling, I'm just a rank amateur. If you weren't there three weeks ago, you probably missed him (or her?), and, safe to say, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to lay eyes on a Painted Redstart in Berkeley, California.

Bird gender mystery cleared up: males and females are 
 gotta love it!  identical. Begetting a further question for heuristic research: how common is this in avian species?

Northwest Berkeley
& beyond viewed from
Grotto Rock Park


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Bird Walkabout in the Berkeley Hills to Remillard Park & Pinnacle Rock

White-crowned Sparrow bulking up for warmth

Temperatures dipped below freezing the past couple of nights, a record low ball-busting cold spell that caused several hypothermia-related deaths of homeless Bay Area men.

Mentally ill homeless person on Berryman Street, Berkeley

Shameful. Should never be.

Sharp-shinned Hawk guarding her nest

Then I get to wondering, just how are little 5 gram birds able to withstand such extremes? Or even 1 pound Crows. You'd think the ground would be littered with stiff frozen avian corpses.

Steller's Jay hunkering down

Thanks to natural selection, birds are designed as self-contained bundles of built-in insulation (fat and feathers). Combined with their warm and snug nests, birds of all stripes have no problem surviving in Arctic conditions.

Pinnacle Rock, a favorite of local climbers

Amazing creatures, birds are, having mastered evolution's secret as well as (if not better than) humans – possessing survival strategies and capabilities to enable them to spread to (and thrive in) every possible environment, habitat and ecological niche on Earth.

The word-botcher (!)

With sun radiant over the Berkeley Hills, such a chill day warrants and welcomes a walkabout, see who's up and about . . . the birds are, if no one else is!

Comical-looking Spotted Towhee with niblet in mouth

We head up our usual way through Live Oak and Codornices Parks, up Tamalpais Path to check out a secluded waterfall, on up 183 steep steps to Shasta to Keeler, through tony North Berkeley Hills neighborhoods, where we find ourselves leaving pavement for a connector trail through forest and brush (Whitaker Canyon, it's called) to arrive at Remillard Park and imposing Pinnacle Rock.

Exploring the volcanic boulders strewn about the back side of Pinnacle Rock

Along our route, we encounter lively activity, a flurry of birds, chirpy and perky, so happy the sun is out, warming things up, with plenty of seeds and berries and insects and larvae to feed on in the amply forested and lushly landscaped gardens of Berkeley Hills homes.

Rock formation with face profile

I think more birds are spotted on neighborhood walks than in the wild parklands. One moment, I'm checking out a frenetic Ruby-crowned Kinglet – with a glimpse of his colorful crown – the next a troupe of flighty little Chestnut-backed Chickadees.

Yellow-rumped Warbler non-specifically ID'd

Another moment finds me peering suspiciously (I hope not) into someone's yard trying to pin down (I hope not) a Townsend's Warbler. Over there, a Scrub Jay, here a Wood Thrush, everywhere Towhees and Juncos and Bushtits.

Golden-crowned Sparrow

At Remillard Park, we're awed by the jutting chunk of volcanic reddish rock known as Pinnacle Rock, much older and different from the 10,000,000-year old Northbrae Rhyolite detritus more common to the Berkeley Hills. This is Jurassic Park aged stuff, here when dinosaurs roamed, somehow upthrust in this spot from deep within the Earth's mantel.

Redwood Trees grace all of Berkeley's foothill parks

It is a marvelous erratic, a little piece of Southwest Desert Redrock, a tiny place to escape into, taking a short trail down and around its bulk, pausing in sunlit patches to stare up and admire, feeling the special energy of a place where countless generations of Ohlone peoples gathered and held ceremonies.

Home and hearth for a lucky bird

Looking out through the forest cover, San Francisco Bay shines like a beacon as roiling clouds bulge up. Berkeley native David Brower and climbing legend Dick Leonard pioneered techniques here in the thirties.

Don't be fooled by the optical illusion

On the backtrack through Whitaker Canyon, we stop to soak up mid-afternoon, surprisingly warm rays while the birds continue to play. High atop a eucalyptus tree, a Red-shouldered Hawk swoops on a branch and sits motionless for a while.

Pretty Red-shouldered Hawk sticking around

Soon, he begins fussing with his tail, fanning it out and spreading it sideways like I've never seen before. Then some preening, picking and ear scratching before settling in for some Hawk-eyed surveillance of his little pinnacle kingdom.

Signage in the Remillard neighborhood

You never know what you'll come across in the Berkeley Hills – tall Redwoods, whimsical garden sculpture, quaint pathways winding ever higher into the hills, a rich Bernard Maybeck architectural heritage, prehistoric Native American acorn grinding mortar holes, hidden waterfalls and gentle little creeks.

Bushtit fattening up for a cold spell

Also guaranteed: lots and lots of birds!

HOOOOOO goes there

Read more bird-related posts to discover Berkeley's "Nature Park" gems
providing urban recreational experiences & sanctuaries
for birds, mammals, amphibians, reptiles & humans:


HOMAGE TO CODORNICES PARK & CREEK (2009)

LIVE OAK PARK WANDERINGS (2011)

Remillard Red Rock

Bonus videos of beloved parks & creeks in North Berkeley:



Urban Wild Sunset
from Berkeley Rose Garden

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Gobble! Gobble! Hiss! Hiss! Or . . .

Turkeys strutting down the city street

Just another urban bird / cat encounter?

Flock of Turkeys just before the cat encounter

During a stroll in fading daylight at 4:30 pm, I turn a corner a block up from our lovely neighborhood creek, Codornices, and come upon a few mature male wild Turkeys foraging in a curbside garden.

Kitty about to get out of her league

To many, meh, what's a couple of dumbf**k TurkeysBut to a lover of birds, this is totally COOL!

Wild Tom up in the hills

On the eve of this hallowed Thanksgiving holiday, the Turkeys' presence is a manifest symbol, a visceral reminder of the sad treatment of these delightfully quirky birds, whose 16 pound bodies will sate the ornithophagus palates of nearly 90% of Americans tomorrow.

Family of Wild Turkeys on the move at Mount Diablo State Park

Outnumbered 254,000,000 (raised) to 7,000,000 (wild) nationwide, the small wild Turkey contingent of Berkeley, hallelujah, freely roams, is fully protected, and blissfully ignorant of the fate of 46,000,000 of their overfed kind, most of them factory-farm produced, artificially bred with antibiotics and hormones, often mistreated, and pumped out as grotesquely deformed creatures for mass consumption.

Range free beautiful bird

Our Turkey friends are nonchalantly browsing, perturbed by nothing, not passing cars, not us, not even by a young black cat eyeballing their every move intently in semi-stalk mode. I stop to observe what might happen next.

No city kitty but bobcats and coyotes will hunt Wild Turkeys

The too young to know better cat is entranced, probably first time in her little life she's seen the big ol' obstreperous Meleagris gallopavo, thinking, maybe, how delicious-looking, but forget about taking one down . . .

Fantailing indicates defensive high alert

Suddenly emboldened, she pounces toward one, approaching shyly, then backs off the second defensive partner who raises a threatening head and furiously fans his tail as pretty as a Peacock's.

These guys are being protective of their poults

Retreating under a car, the cat maintains her intense vigil, twice emerging to confront the grazing Turkeys, but never brave enough to engage in deadly battle. But this same cute precious kitty would not hesitate to engage in, and win overpoweringly, a confrontation with a helpless and endangered songbird.

Poult on the move to  keep up with mama

Finally, the Pavo brothers have had enough, and intimidate the cat into permanent retreat with feather-ruffling histrionics and threatening pokes of their armored beaks.

Kitty probably has eye on a songbird

I know, I know, you probably had to be there . . .

Turkey pair foraging in Tilden Park

You never know what you'll see on the streets of Berkeley, where wild Turkeys and deer forage, raccoon and possum prowl about, mountain lions stalk, Cooper's Hawks lurk, and birds of many a feather find city living quite convenient and enjoyable.

Deer in the middle of the sidewalk

Thanks to the many forested parks and creeks
to be found in the East Bay
and all of the Bay Area.

Trees
capturing the golden light


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Of Birds Congregating in a Fall Migration Stop-Over in the San Pablo Creek Watershed

White-crowned Sparrow taking a break

On the other side of the Berkeley Hills, snaking down Wildcat Canyon Road, a tiny parcel of protected watershed land shelters, in the poetic words of Walt Whitman:

"I was here" - Rocky Raccoon

" . . . unseen buds, infinite, hidden well."

San Pablo Creek's hidden magic

The keen observer of nature might have said as well:

Wouldn't you know it: a Varied Thrush

 " . . . unseen birds, infinite, hidden well."

Enchanted forest path

At the Orinda Connector Staging Area, where Wildcat Canyon and Bear Creek Roads meet super-busy San Pablo Road, with tony suburban communities sprawling in all directions, I ditch my bike in a thicket and sign in at the East Bay Municipal Utility District's check station.

EBMUD sign-in station

(Note to welcome visitors: please pay your EBMUD permit fee and carry it with you when passing onto watershed district land. And always obey the rules.)

Thank you, EBMUD

Unknown to most who pass this way (thousands of cyclists and motorists), some of EBMUD's 27,000 acres of vast and varied East Bay landscape lies hidden just below this major juncture. 

Wild Turkey foraging in grassland

Head out on a short or all-day outing exploring recreational reservoirs (San Pablo and Briones) and old Salmon run tributary streams (Bear and San Pablo Creeks), accessed via miles of hiking and equestrian trails.

Glimpse into San Pablo Creek's bird-rich back stretches

When in need of some good old-fashion soul-calibrating solitude, nothing beats a few hours alone in this small, rich, biodiverse slice of habitat that instantly enchants with its riparian zones, meadows and woodlands.

Dried-out flood zone rich habitat for Herons and Geese

A matrix of EBMUD trails connect to the greater Bay Area beyond, out Old San Pablo Trail for 5 miles, or test your mettle hiking nearly 15 miles on Oursan and Bear Creek Trails, circumnavigating the 60,510 acre ft. flat-out (hilly-out?) beautiful Briones Reservoir, notably called out by San Francisco Chronicle Outdoors writer Tom Stienstra as:

A dripping wet little unidentified Sparrow

" . . . the bluest body of water in the Bay Area."

Briones Reservoir viewed from the Berkeley Hills

Some may wonder, what's the fuss. And maybe they're right. After all, my sphere of exploratory wandering / casual go-nowhere investigations encompasses an area no larger than a couple of acres. But these couple of acres truly pack in a ton of stimuli!

San Pablo Creek mystique

Ignoring the din of commuter traffic speeding on San Pablo Dam Road toward the Bayshore cities of El Sobrante, Hercules and Richmond, I immerse in my suddenly lush and sylvan surroundings and focus my attention on other things:

Black Phoebe in a bayou-like back stretch of the creek

Such as communing with tall, old sycamore, pine and oak trees, which provide high canopy for a myriad of unseen birds, infinite, hidden well.

Rich tree top canopy provides shelter and food for birds

Secondary understory and dense shrubbery shelters sweet flowing San Pablo Creek. A short stroll reveals open thistle-choked meadow intermixed with scrubland, bordered by thickets of dogwood and remnant apple trees from an old homesteader's orchard.

Biodiverse habitat shelters many animal and plant species

It all makes for a perfect bird sanctuary and all-around nature lover's intimate experience; notwithstanding, the few people I have seen here are always on the move, hiking, running or horseback riding.

Dangling leaf

Very few, if any people stopped in their tracks – "doing nothing" except looking for birds and their presence – nests, feathers, egg shells, bones, mystery tweets deep in the brush or high in tree tops.

Hawk feather

Moi? I choose to stick close by in my wondrous single little acre contained within an miniature paradise. (What's all the fuss about, now?) After signing in, I'm immediately stalled by furious bird activity!

Chestnut-backed Chickadee in the mix

Vivacious Chestnut-backed Chickadees here. Vibrant Ruby-crowned Kinglets there. Juncos, Jays, and ground foraging Sparrows getting in the mix. Then – a novel sight! Can it be? Yes, it’s a Golden-crowned Kinglet, my first ever spotted in the Bay Area and only the second time I’ve ever seen the tiny, hard-to-spot bird.

Golden-crowned Kinglet motionless for less than a second

I'm truly amazed to see a Golden-crowned Kinglet making an appearance, and then hanging around for ten minutes flitting about and – dare I say? – flirting with me!

Lucky capture of the Golden-crowned Kinglet

What’s crazy about the bird’s “mystique” is that it’s a fairly common bird, 100,000,000 strong, and is a frequent visitor to Bay Area coniferous and deciduous habitats . . . and yet, it's almost like a crypto-avian, this elusive little, seldom-seen (by me only?) bird!

Spotted Towhee screeching at something

After that thrilling sighting, what next, I wonder.
Here in the mixed forests of San Pablo Creek and Watershed,
you never know what surprises await.

Hermit or Wood Thrush? (I never can tell!)

San Pablo Creek is a primeval water course that once channeled tons of salmon, which in turn attracted Grizzly Bears and Bald Eagles, but, alas, no more, although San Pablo Reservoir is one of 6 sites in the 40-square mile Bay Area supporting nesting Baldies, which gives you a good idea of this place's nature quotient.

There's just something about San Pablo Creek

Lolly-gagging along the surprisingly swift-flowing creek and diverting up to scrubby meadow edges allows for a field day for spotting my fav birds – over 20 species!

California Towhee hiding out

Mostly common characters, but each of them a joy to encounter, observe and admire as they go about their unseen, infinite, hidden well business in their own private paradise.

Bird magnets

So, you tell me:
what's all the fuss about, anyway?

Squat little White-crowned Sparrow

After all, they're just birds bein' birds.

Follow, follow, follow the dirt path

Read another post (& more!) on birding in the natural aviary & sanctuary
that is the San Pablo Creek Watershed: 



Black Phoebe
in swamp zone

Read more at Gambolin' Man's blog about
the incredible little creek & watershed of the East Bay:



San Pablo Creek
near the reservoir

Bonus Video Playlist (if you can stand the beauty . . . & shaky camera!):


Virgin Mary
or so it seems
spotted from afar

While you're at it, might as well take a peek at Gambolin' Man's Flickr photo album of nearly 1,000 images of San Pablo Creek & Watershed:


San Pablo Creek
back stretch of beauty