Winter Vacation III

We spent four days at Canon Beach in a great motel near the mouth of Ecola Creek. Lewis and Clark traded with Killamook Indians andfeasted on herds of elk in this area. Unlike the former, the later have been allowed to stick around.


We were again treated to summer-like weather. We took many beach walks with the dog and found many great live and dead birds.

This is the first intact fork-tailed storm petrel we have found. They are nocturnal and shy, so this is about the best look we can get.

We visited many sites such as hug point, where Sarah kept with the theme.

On the way home, we stopped to pay our respects to the Klootchie Creek Giant Spruce. The tree broke during the big wind storm on December 2nd. Much of the stump remains, and a few needles and cones still cling to the only branch left.

Now it’s back to work for us until the next vacation in September… Max’s biology blog can be found here

Winter Vacation II

On Tuesday, we drove north from Pacific City to Cannon Beach, looking for as many birds as possible in the bays along the way.

Our first stop was Sand Lake where we had our best look ever of a white-winged scoter and spotted a female common goldeneye.

Next, we hit Netarts Bay, my favorite, and it did not disappoint. We spotted a big raft of surf scoters, many more goldeneyes, plenty of common loons, pelagic cormorants, and a resplendent male harlequin duck.

We then drove up to Cape Meares and spotted several huge flocks of common murres, birds we usually don’t see in the winter. We walked down to the lighthouse to show Andie the great view and spotted the resident pair of peregrine falcons overhead.

The next stop was Tillamook Bay where Sarah took this great photo of  a heron. We drove along the entire bay and found a raft of brant, lesser and greater scaup, a tiny eared grebe, and a few canvasbacks.

At the north jetty, we marveled at the speed with which the tide water cruised out of the bay. Just north of the jetty, we spotted a black scoter bobbing in the surf. Our first life bird of 2008!

Our last stop was Nehalem Bay. As usual we did not see as many birds here, but we did notice many logs and stumps deposited by the last floods. We also saw a few more loons and gulls, and watched a happy golden retriever chase away a pair of Mallards.

We trucked on to Cannon Beach where more adventures waited. These will be shared in the next post.

Winter Vacation I

Believe it or not, this is winter weather at Pacific City! We conducted or dead bird surveys on Sunday and Monday and enjoyed some rare sunshine.


It felt as warm as the day we were married on the beach in August. It just goes to show how you can expect any weather at any time of the year at the coast. Andie enjoyed the surveys as usual and we found plenty of birds.


At Bob Straub, the weather started out sunny, then some dark clouds moved in from the north while the sun kept shining in the south, making for an amazing light show. The gulls, sanderlings, and dunes ful-out glowed against the dark backdrop.


Speaking of sanderlings, Andie gave us a big surprise by chasing one of the small shorebirds in a big circle along the beach. Despite the fact that the bird was flying as fast as possible with its long, pointed wings, Andie had a real chance of catching the bird if we had not called her back. We hope she has the chasing out of her system because we do not want her to interfere with out bird watching, let alone injure a bird.

At our two beaches, we found four northern fulmars, two glaucous-winged gulls, one common murre, one western grebe, one Brandt’s cormorant, one western gull, and one short-tailed shearwater. 

After we finished our surveys, our vacation continued on to the north. More posts about the trip to follow….

New Love For Doves

During the last two days, I have been working on mourning dove nesting data while viewing the same species on my deck. We finally refilled our feeders, so the birds have returned.

This pair spent the morning eating, stretching, preening, and, lets say, "bonding" on the deck.

Another well-illustrated nest sheet.

I must admit that, until recently, I had little respect for doves. Their small heads and bobbing gait made them look less intelligent than other birds. Species like mourning doves are often so abundant, that while birding, I often dismissed an individual on a wire as “just another mourning dove.” Mourning doves, or (MODOs for short) have never won marks in my book for nest craftsmanship either. Of all the nests I’ve viewed, MODO nests appear the most sloppily built and precariously positioned. They choose all sorts of inappropriate substrates such as large pieces of bark that dangle from a dead tree, waiting for to be dislodged by the next stiff breeze. Somehow, enough of their nests survive to keep the population afloat. Most nest fail, however, making me wonder how the species survives.

Since they started frequenting our small bird feeding deck, however, we have come to enjoy their company and laugh at their lack of modesty when, starting in winter and lasting through the fall, they perform their matrimonial rites in front of our sliding glass doors. We are also impressed with their surprisingly assertive nature. When the usually bold scrub jays show to hog the seed, MODOs often fluff out their feathers and hold their ground or charge the jay. They don’t win every confrontation, but they do retain their deck rights at least half the time.

This dove simply waited for the aggressive red-winged blackbird to get his fill of seed before reclaiming the dish for itself.


Now that I am analyzing a stack of MODO nest records for the Forest Service, I have a new found interest in this bird’s fascinating breeding biology. No other species that I have studied can nest as many times in a single breeding season. MODOs can complete a successful nesting attempt much faster that most birds their size. MODOs do not need to migrate as far as some birds to nest and they spend very little time building a nest. Both species incubate, never leaving the nest unattended. This allows no time for the eggs to cool and slow development. When the eggs hatch, they are fed cropmilk from both parents, a constantly available food source that takes no time to gather and bring to the young. When the nestling fledge, the male continues to make cropmilk and feed the fledglings while the female starts on her next nest. In some places this cycle occurs throughout the year, in others it extends from February to October, at my study sites in New Mexico, it occurs from March to late August.

The impressive nest-building rate of mourning doves helps the population to persist despite high mortality rates of nests, fledglings, and adults. My current project with the forest service examines the effects of fuel reduction treatments on MODO nest survival. I expect to find low daily survival rates at all plots, but if survival rates in fuel-reduced plots are similar to those of unmanaged plots, the MODOs populations should have no trouble surviving in alongside this management practice.

Finally, Model results!

After three months of reading over datasheets, entering their data into excel files, double and triple checking the files, transferring the files to SAS, and passing them through various models, I finally have results! The computer on the right has the SAS output, and the one on the left is graphing the output. The results suggest that black-chinned hummingbird nest survival changes with nest height, tree species, and year. I am looking for effects of fuel-reduction treatments on riparian bird nest survival. It appears that increases in nest height result from removal of small trees and shrubs, thereby lowering nest survival. Very cool!

Andie is excited too!

I finally figured out how to calculate model-averaged parameter estimates, which is the last step in the nest survival analysis. Next, it is on to the mourning dove dataset.

Winter nests and dog walking

This winter has been colder and stormier than average, so the weathermen say. Andie and I go on at least four walks per day and to prepare for each walk, I put on long underwear, jeans, wool socks, a long-sleeved shirt, a short-sleeved shirts, a fleece pullover, my REI rain jacket, light gloves, and a hat (wool or ballcap). I have nothing against winter, but I look forward to the day I can leave the apartment in shirt, shorts, and sandals.

Most of our walks are through the newly constructed, upscale Orenco Station neighborhoods northwest of our apartment. The house are larger and more expensive than any we can ever afford and all of the trees are small and deciduous. Now that their leaves are off, I enjoy their odd symmetry and I search for old bird nests tucked into their limbs.

I recognize some nests from the summer when I observed them in action and wrote them up in my nest journal. The American Robin that built this nest included balloon ribbons in the material. At least one nestling successfully fledged around July 1st.

When I view most nests, however,  I wonder how I missed them when they were active.

 
  The trees and nests have inspired a new project, an attempt to recreate these great artworks assembled by natural (bird nests) and artificial (decorative trees) selection. During our walks, I photograph the nests and trees. When I return home, I paint a sky-colored background into my watercolor journal. Gray skies are my favorite to paint.

 I then sketch the tree and nest over the background and later paint over the sketch with dark watercolors. It is a technically simple process and provides the relaxation I enjoy from painting branches.



When spring arrives, I will be looking for more active nests to observe (without intruding on the nest behavior, of course) and record in my nest journal.

Raptor Road Trippin'

We just returned from Raptor Road Trip, an event at Sauvie Island organized by Portland Audubon, Portland Metro, and Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife. Sarah and I were stationed at Rentenaar Road, which I attempted to capture in this poor photo:


We set up shop at 9:00am in the midst of a heavy snowfall and it snowed or rained until we packed up at 2:00pm. Despite the weather, plenty of folks showed up and were treated to huge flocks of waterfowl, plenty of Northern Harriers, and a pair of Bald Eagles that remained perched on a snag during much of the day. The only one who did not fully enjoy the day was Andie because she had to stay home alone until her grandmother Wendy came for a visit. We are now hard at work restoring warmth to our extremities with the help of Obsidian Stout,

Here is a list of birds Sarah and I observed from our station:
Great Blue Heron
Great Egret
Tundra Swan
Canada Goose (Dusky subspecies)
Cackling Goose
Snow Goose
Mallard
Northern Pintail
American Wigeon
Green-winged Teal
Northern Shoveler
Bald Eagle (all immature)
Northern Harrier
Red-tailed Hawk
American Kestrel
Sandhill Crane
American Coot
Killdeer
Greater Yellowlegs
Dowitcher
Herring Gull
Glaucous-winged Gull
Northern Flicker
Western Scrub Jay
American Crow
European Starling
American Robin
Song Sparrow
Golden-crowned Sparrow
Red-winged Blackbird

Other birds on Sauvie Island Included:

Double-crested Cormorant
Common Merganser
Western Gull
Dark-eyed Junco