Some failed breeders may start moving south already, but
they’re generally thin on the ground and while mid-summer historically throws
up some really stunning mega rarities, for the most part we birders have a hard
time finding anything to ruffle our feathers until the post-nesting shorebirds
start moving through in earnest.
Like other keen naturalists I do at least get a kick from
butterflies and dragonflies, and enjoy trying to identify and photograph the
many species found here in BC. Recently I’ve been getting frequent looks at big
easy-to-identify critters such as mourning cloak (aka Camberwell beauty) and western
tiger swallowtails.
Another way to get something out of the leaner summer months
is to go somewhere where even the commoner birds are different, and with this
in mind I’m hoping to find a few goodies as I travel to the Okanagan next week.
As it happens, Jenny has a couple of days’ work in Penticton so I chivalrously
opted to join her. It had nothing to do with the likelihood of seeing Eastern
and Western kingbirds, Western bluebirds, Lewis’s woodpeckers, rock wrens or any of the other interior
specialities I might encounter en route… In fact, there are actually a handful
of potential ticks for me out there, so the option of spending my free time
walking around Victoria's Government House grounds looking at Bewick’s wrens and
bushtits hardly seems like an alluring alternative.
Anna's hummingbird nest - Government House grounds |
My apres-lunch stroll down by Langford Lake today afforded me superb views of Swainson's thrush, black-headed grosbeak and a willow flycatcher - all in song. Lovely!
Last Friday Lynette Brown and I had an early evening scout
around Panama Flats where the highlights included a surprise mourning dove, a
very showy singing marsh wren and a female purple martin that kindly dropped in for
a short while.
To be included in the ‘ones that got away’ file; while I was
in Chemainus on Sunday with Jenny I noticed a flock of around 20 large birds flying
very high, in a raggle-taggle‘v’ formation. They were huge birds, heading west-south-west
over the town and I couldn’t think for the life of me what they might be. I
was, uncharacteristically, binocularless and the only things I could imagine
them being were maybe unseasonal, wandering sandhill cranes. They really were a
long way up, and I couldn’t get anything on them at all, other than the fact
that were clearly very big birds.
On Monday a flock of 20 American white pelican (a major
rarity on the island) were reported flying over Highway 17, near Saanichton.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but boy do I wish I’d had my bins with me on
Sunday…
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