Author: Peter T

Royal Botanical Gardens. Hendrie Valley, Burlington. ON. October 8 2022. Two days ago it was warm, then a cold front swept through and today it was blustery, almost wintery. Such an upset gets birds moving, many birders relish such cool days with north-westerly winds to stir things up.

I completed one of my transects this morning, the valley was beautiful in its fall colour, all shades of oranges yellows and reds, in sweeps and swatches, entangled or even swirling loose in the gusts.

The transect produced about thirty species and I was sometimes challenged to make an identification: A single Rusty Blackbird was a struggle for a long time, it was silhouetted high on a bare limb and it was only by analysing photos later that I able to draw a conclusion. A young Chipping Sparrow had me searching my mental files for a match, it was showing key field marks, pink bill, a clear breast yet, perhaps because the habitat was wrong, I didn’t clue in for a while. My Birds of the Day, three Green-winged Teal, had me puzzled too.

From a large footbridge spanning the wide creek that meanders this valley, I gazed down at Mallards, about twenty of them, males and females. Behind the Mallards and making their way upstream, towards where I stood, were the teal, different in size and behaviour, and more richly patterned than the Mallards, though not distinctively so. When a male Green-winged Teal is in his nine-months-of-the-year plumage, he looks like this. Unmistakeable.

But these were not males at their handsomest, they may be females, young males or males in eclipse plumage (relatively drab late summer, early fall when they lose their showy breeding finery.). At first glance they looked like female Mallards. Here they are, including a female Mallard to make my point.

I took several photos, mentally reviewed the options, discarding Blue-winged Teal, Gadwall, wigeon, shoveler and pintail for one good reason or another. Left with Green-winged Teal, I remembered that they are small, much smaller than a Mallard and that there’s quite a few around right now. Looking at my photos I noted a few glimpses of the iridescent green speculum, from which they get the name.

I always like to see Green-winged Teal, apart from their beauty they have a daintiness that appeals. Speaking to another birder later, she said her duck-hunter father always brought home a couple of Greenwings for the kids, being smaller he thought them more appropriate. She hated finding lead shot in her dinner. Kids’ meals have changed.

Our house. Burlington Ontario. October 6 2022. I like to think of our back garden as colourful and chaotic.  It is both of those but not entirely unplanned. I invest several hours in spring setting things in motion and several hours in fall preparing for the hard freeze ahead and there is enough turfgrass to justify some effort in mowing. But otherwise it looks after itself with little trimming or transplanting. The late season outcome of this near-neglect is dense tangles, dark corners and lots of colour.

Just a year ago I wrote about a Ruby-crowned Kinglet who had found plenty to pick and eat on the stems and flowers of our backyard Gaura. I noted how stepping outside will often send a small migrant, darting for cover, usually too fast to identify. It’s that time of year again, fall migration, and our colourful-chaos garden is a bit of a bird magnet.

The past five days I’ve been catching glimpses of a Winter Wren, a Hermit Thrush and, late this afternoon, a Lincoln’s Sparrow, all birds worth stopping work for.

Golf ball size Winter Wrens value secret places and dense cover and true to form, this one appears at garden edges, picks for food and withdraws at the faintest hint of a threat.  I’ll miss it when it finally decides to move on. Today it was My Bird of the Day.

I nearly missed the Lincoln’s Sparrow, I was about to burst out the back door but fortunately paused to glance ahead . The sparrow was close and indeterminate, I went for my binoculars half expecting it to vanish before I returned.  The day was fading but still I was easily able to make out the few key field marks: dark streaks drawn finely on a buff breast. Lincoln’s Sparrow has been a Nemesis bird for me for many years but having finally clinched it a couple of years ago I am content.

The Hermit Thrush posed long enough for me to get several decent photos and considering they were taken through two layers of window glass, they’re pretty good. This is it, above and below.

As I write this I’m aware that a White-throated Sparrow is somewhere close, I can hear it. But for today it’s the Winter Wren that comes out top.

Rivière du Loup, Quebec. September 27 2022. Every early March I use these pages to celebrate Trumpeter Swans and how they usher in spring with their sensational migratory return. Well now, six months later, I experienced those same exhilarating sights and sounds, this time of hundreds of Snow Geese in their southbound, fall migration.  Doing much the same thing as those swans except the geese (just as white and just as sparkling in the sun) are paving the way for cold seasons to come. Still, there is something really spine-tingling about the sight and sounds of clouds of excited white birds following a course inherited from ancestors through many thousands of generations.

Our Snow Goose experience came this morning as we whiled away time waiting for the noon ferry to take us north across the St. Lawrence River to St. Simeon on the far shore. As we gazed across the scenically spectacular river, we could hear what we though were gulls calling behind us, far in land.  I shrugged for a few minutes but eventually a shoulder-tap realization, ‘those-aren’t-gulls-they’re-geese,’ got through to me and I turned to see a blizzard of Snow Geese.

Snow Geese nest in hundreds of thousands in the Hudson Bay lowlands; their spring and fall migrations are always spectacular. Perhaps locals get used to them but birders are awestruck at any time while hunters can hardly wait for their fall arrival. We rarely see Snow Geese on Lake Ontario, their migratory path passes far east of us. But today I was in the right place for perhaps this autumn’s first wave, there will be many to come through October and early November; hundreds of thousands of them.

It took us a bit of needless driving to finally find the flock on a recently harvested field.  There were small groups of Canada Geese dotted around too, they’ll often clean up spilled grain and I suspect the Snows spotted them from high above and promptly crashed the gleaning party.  The Snow Geese were noisy and restless while the Canadas watched from margins with a sort of who-invited-them demeanour. 

For a while, noisy groups of Snow Geese came and went, large groups arriving from the north parachuting in and small excited clusters taking off, circling around and catching up on gossip. Then something serious alarmed them and in a mass of urgent honking and gurgling all the Snow Geese lifted off and streamed low over us. They were last seen swirling over a cityscape behind.

Port Ménier, île de Anticosti, Quebec. September 25 2022.  We went ashore from our small ship today, our first steps on land following two days of flirting with Monster-Hurricane Fiona. Cruise ship itineraries include plenty of shore excursions including shopping opportunities and local colour, but going ashore from our working supply ship, Bella Desgagnés, means moving carefully on strictly functional concrete wharves whilst watching for shipping containers swinging overhead  Hikes, when possible, lead up quiet roads to the associated village or settlement. So it was today, that we disembarked on the working end of Port Ménier’s very long, straight, open and windswept jetty. Windswept by a buffeting northerly wind that was okay on the long walk to land but hard going on the return. Still, the birding was interesting.

At the start I could see an expanse of large white birds gathered on a faraway sheltered shoreline. From a distance I wondered if they were Snow Geese, but no, instead they were almost all Great Black-backed Gulls. They are the world’s largest gull, thuggish by nature but quite handsome and spectacular whether in ones and twos (the way we see them on Lake Ontario), or loafing in hundreds as they were in front of us. Every bit as interesting was a single Red-throated Loon paddling around not far from shore. It was interesting to watch and to appreciate its lighter, more streamlined build than that of a Common Loon. I managed to get a few photos of it despite the threat of a rapidly fading camera battery. I muddled through and am pleased to see that my photos show a little of an emerging wine-red throat patch, suggesting that this is a one-and-a-bit year old bird, hatched in 2021.

That there-and-back walk also produced several Greater Yellowlegs, an American Pipit, and finally a single Semi-palmated Plover in the company of two mystery shorebirds. The mysteries’ mirrored posture, size and companionship suggest they are the same species, yet there are differences: one has a more richly patterned back, the suggestion of a rufous collar and a clear white breast, while the other is generally darker and has fine spots on its breast. I suspect they are young birds, hatched this summer, and in slightly different stages of moult. So far they are mystery birds to me and I welcome help in identifying them.

Royal Botanical Gardens. Arboretum, Hamilton. ON. September 14 2022. A few disruptions in my social calendar and weather mean I’ve had little good birding for the past week or two. But today I walked one of our transects with a new recruit to our team. We enjoyed good birding in fine weather.

Much of what we saw was indicative of the fall migration now well under way: Lesser Yellowlegs picking patiently for wriggly stuff in the mud; Palm and Yellow–rumped Warblers flitting about tree-tops, almost impossible to track, and a handful of Chimney Swifts in wheeling arcs high against a clear blue sky. Out on the shallow water were herons: 24 Great Blue Herons and a siege of 75 Great Egrets. This has become a staging area for egrets who don’t breed locally and 10 or 15 years ago were uncommon here. We examined small groups of Green–winged Teal and Northern Shovelers, both rather hard to make out in difficult light and both in a stage of molt that sees them in mottled greys and browns.

We quite easily compiled a list of 42 species and would have been quite content with that. Then as we walked the last few metres to our cars we made a quick scan of the horizon and saw a soaring American White Pelican some distance away. It certainly seems incongruous, pelicans in Canada, but they breed around large lakes across a large part of the continent roughly from Manitoba to Alberta and south to Kansas. They have to get to and from their wintering grounds somehow, right now they’re heading to the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic coast, so it’s not a big surprise that a few show up every year even if maybe blown a little off course.

Today’s American White Pelican was an easy Bird of the Day, quickly displacing those Great Egrets and Chimney Swifts.

The pelicans in the photo above were a  group that stopped here one June day about ten years ago.