My Collins Birds of Britain and
Europe was in the bed with me when I woke up this
morning. Plum Island Coffee Roasters is unusally busy at
8:00 AM when I stop in for coffee to take with me to the
beach. A convoy is forming on Plum Island Turnpike across
from the Joppa
Flats Education Center and Wildlife
Sanctuary. These are clues
that with a little luck it's going to be an extraordinary
day. There's been a black-tailed godwit seen at PRNWR
since Tuesday.
Despite claiming that I'm not a
twitcher, I actually did come up here after work on
Wednesday to look for the black-tailed godwit but missed
it. Wednesday evening birding was still fun though
because I was treated to the sight of a black-crowned
night heron flying low over my head with a mob of two
tern species and a few swallows in hot pursuit. Not sure
what's in it for the swallows, but black-crowned night
herons are known for devouring tern chicks. Go terns!
My reason for being here is, as
always, piping plovers -- protection thereof -- so I'm
hoping I can find the godwit on my way to lot 6 at the
start of my shift or later after my shift is over.
Supposedly its appearances at certain spots depend on the
tides. Based on that I may be more likely to get lucky
after my shift. At any rate I studied up last night so I
can be absolutely certain when I see it even if there are
no other birders around (highly unlikely). So, on to lot
6.
As I'm getting my beach chair out
of the trunk, mosquitoes are swarming around my head,
which I have already doused with Deep Woods Off. A
middle-aged couple just leaving wish me luck with the
mosquitoes. By the time I get through the dunes from the
parking lot to the beach I've been bitten several times
by tiny little mosquitoes whom I'm hoping don't carry
EEE
(that used to be on my list of reasons it is insane to
live in Massachusetts, but since it occurs in the whole
eastern half of the USA I decided I was being too hard on
Massachusetts).
On the beach, the fog is thick and
getting thicker. There's a lone fisherman just visible
south of me. Other than that I'm alone with the
mosquitoes and the sanderlings. The sanderlings start out
as one big flock then break into 4 smaller flocks then
recombine and then split up and so on. A few semipalmated
sandpipers show up. It goes like that for an hour or so.
There's not even any radio chatter about parking lots or
power outages. Visitors appearing out of the fog turn out
to be Big Steve and a friend of his out for a walk. They
head south back into the fog, which is getting thicker by
the minute, and disappear. A couple of birders appear and
ask how the piping plovers are doing. I give them the
latest news I have:
Refuge beach:
10 adults, 3 nests incubated, 1 nest hatched, 2
chicks.
Sandy Point beach: 11 adults, 2 nests hatched, 6
chicks.
Least tern colony on refuge beach: 23 pairs, 8
chicks.
The report in the backpack is from
July 10, so who knows what's happened to either nests or
chicks since then. Mosquitoes are swarming all over me
and the two birders. Where are those swallows? They
should be feasting on these mosquitoes. The birders head
back over the dunes. It starts raining. Even the lone
fisherman has left. Time to call it a shift.
Gatehouse tells me people are
arriving who have driven 500 miles to see the
black-tailed godwit. There's a crowd of 30 or so birders
on the side of the road just south of the salt pannes.
Sure enough there's a bird that looks exaclty like the
plate on page 155 of my Collins guide in a pool close to
the road. Instantly, my mosquito bites stop itching, my
wet Life's a Beach for the Piping Plover t-shirt ceases
to bother me, and the rain slows down to intermittent
drops in the mist. The bird is beautiful. Very long bill
probing like a dowitcher. It preens so we can see its
underparts. A kind birder even adjusts the height of his
tripod so I can have a look through his scope. There's
nothing like a good scope to bring out the field marks
even in the mist. I hang around watching it for awhile.
On the way out, I tell Gatehouse I saw the black-tailed
godwit. He says it's my reward for coming out to protect
the piping plovers in all kinds of weather and greenheads
and mosquitoes.
A shower and dry clothes feel extra
good this afternoon.