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November 17, 2006

cackle cackle [277]

We headed off to Miller Beach in Indiana today to see if we could find the scoters and other such hard-to-find avifauna that people reported seeing yesterday. Of course, we saw squat, because squat is what we see at Miller's. The beach always has plenty of gulls, but the oft-reported rarities are never there when we are.

The good news, though, is that we stopped at a few places on the south side of Chicago and managed to find a lifer at Calumet Beach: a CACKLING GOOSE. It's a fairly new species that was split off from the Canada Goose in 2004, and we've been scouring flocks of Canadas for years looking for them. They're supposed to be a little smaller than Canadas, but truth is, they're a lot smaller. The one we saw looked like a toy Canada goose. So in the end, it was an easy ID. And, as luck would have it, it's the third little year bird in a row to be a lifer.

November 03, 2006

after many a summer comes the swan . . . [276]

We went to Horicon Marsh in Wisconsin today, not looking for any lifers (not really), but to see the great mass of Canada geese that supposedly congregate there each fall. The geese are supposed to number in the hundreds of thousands, and we wanted to experience the wildness of a sky black with birds that Audubon and others have described. Of course, we didn't.

Horicon was its usual lonely and quiet (except for the trucks tearing down Route 49) self. It was a cold day, and most of the marsh (except for a few small lone pockets of slushy water) was frozen. There were some Canadas, far out on the marsh, and they did outnumber the other birds we saw, coots, gadwalls, green-winged teals, northern shovelers, along with the ubiquitous mallards, but somehow, there just seemed to be hundreds, not the thousands upon thousands we were expecting. Maybe the missing geese were in the interior of the marsh, not the outskirts that we scoped.

Along the edges of the marsh, we saw small flocks of sandhill cranes, looking very clean and pale gray, and heard their strange, rattling calls that sound like something out of Jurassic Park.

We also saw some stragglers from the summer: a great blue heron, a black-crowned night heron, a red-winged blackbird, and a lone common moorhen sliding on the ice -- shouldn't they all be well on their way south by now? And we spotted another sure sign of the winter to come, dozens of American tree sparrows flitting in the brush.

Best of all, we were finally able to identify a TUNDRA SWAN, a lifer for both of us. It seems that everywhere we go, people have been reintroducing trumpeter swans, and we've never seen the more common tundra. We saw a small group of four land on the ice, near dusk. Of course, due to the weather, they were hiding their beaks, but eventually one or another would lift their heads, and after much pondering and consulting of guide books, we decided that finally, after three long years of seeing only trumpeters and mute swans, and trying to identify white blobs that were too far away, we had indeed seen the elusive tundra swan. As Borat would say, "Success!"