In Search of the Black-backed Woodpecker

The summer of 2013 will be remembered as my search for the Black-backed woodpecker. This elusive bird was the focus of our earlier trip to northeastern California and the Warner Mountains. While the trip was an unqualified success, we did not see the woodpecker. Over my many years as a birder I have been in plenty of prime habitat for this species but for whatever reason have not seen any so when I read on the listserv of a nesting pair on a creek in the Desolation Wilderness I thought this might be my best chance yet. I couldn't drop everything and make the trip so I had to wait a few days for the chance and I also convinced Pat that a little creek exploring would be a fun adventure.

Early Summer Tour of Northeastern California

After a long absence I had been hoping for a return to the Modoc Plateau and further exploration of a country I have always had an affection for. With school ending and Danette having to postpone her summer for a week due to some professional development, the opportunity for Patrick and I to take off on an adventure was too good. On many occasions in the past I have traveled to Tule Lake and Lava Beds over the Thanksgiving holiday but only a few times have I been here in spring or summer.  This year Patrick was excited to see the Lava Beds and particularly the caves created by the ancient lava flows that have shaped this landscape.

Spring in a National Wildlife Refuge

All winter long I look forward to spring break because I know that at least one of those days will be spent in a fantastic natural area looking for birds and enjoying the newly emerging season of spring.  Last year we were down south and went over the mountains to the edge of the Mojave and Butterbredt Springs (you can read about that here), this year Pat and I went to check our Sacramento National Wildlife Refuge and then tour our way through some of the foothill country on the west side of the central valley as we made our way back to Napa.  We started the tour route at SNWR just after eight and were almost overrun by Jack Rabbits, along the route we saw many of the expected waterfowl species including a few late Pintails and some small concentrations of Canada and White-fronted Geese.  The Snow Geese had already left the refuge but we were treated to many Ring-necked Pheasants a few of which were fighting for the amusement of a possible mate.  White-faced Ibis and a roosting Great Horned Owl rounded out our more interesting sightings at the refuge.  After stopping briefly for lunch in Willows we headed east on Hwy. 162 and then south on some very small country roads into a beautiful valley called Bear Valley.  I don't know how many different valleys in California share this name but certainly it is a considerable number.  This speaks to what must have been a considerable bear population in the state at one time.  Probably referring to both Brown and Grizzly species as both were present during the days when english place names became fixed to various geographic spots. This long valley has a companion creek and a cattle ranching operation that is no doubt the present day iteration of the outfit that gave the valley its name.  The highlight of our trip through this valley was a mature Golden Eagle that appeared the moment after I took the photo at the top.  He was moving through the trees on the side hill on our left and I turned the camera a got off a few quite images of him flying and figured that that would be the end of the show.  I watched him sail behind a stand of oaks and he did not emerge on the other side so I figured he must have landed in one of the trees.  After pacing back and forth along the road looking for him we gave up and got into the truck to continue on down the road and around the brow of a hill.  As soon as we came around the hill I looked up to the left and there was our eagle and he had just dropped onto a meal!  We could never tell what it was he was tearing apart as it was down in the grass at his feet but he was not in the least concerned about us as we watched him from down on the road.

As we came to the bottom end of the valley we entered a narrow canyon whose passage would take us out to the intersection of Highways 20 and 16. Here we came upon the distressing sight of a cattle operation that was causing major stream degradation of Bear Valley Creek.  All along this stretch the cattle were in the water or on the banks and we spotted at least two carcasses as well.  The land and creek were signed private property along the road and I don't know enough about land use and water laws to know if this was something I could report to a management agency, let alone which agency I should contact.  It was distressing after such a great day out and I will try and follow up on it.  We did see a nice pair of Wood Ducks in a stretch that was not marred by the cattle.

From here we were back on main roads and followed Hwy. 16 down along Cache Creek and into Capay Valley.  We stopped a few times to look at the creek which is surprisingly large for an east flowing stream.  Checking my maps later I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised as it appears to be the outfall of Clear Lake. We eventually arrived back home in Napa at 5 pm. a full day's adventure in hand.

Huichica Creek and More Musings on Shared Sightings

Some rare time off of work gave me the opportunity to wander around at Huichica Creek this morning. I took along my mountain bike as I thought it might give me the chance to venture a little further than I usually do when going out there. The fact is the levees and dikes are quite extensive and if you follow them you can actually travel some distance in your explorations. Having the bike made it possible for me to see it all from a new perspective. I was thinking of my friend Roger who mentioned that he was looking for a place for his cross-country runners to train and I wondered if this held any promise. I sent him the map below, we'll see if he checks it out.

Another reason I went out there was to check on a Great Horned Owl nest I had found previously (yes, they are just fine). I posted that sighting to the Northbay bird list and received some criticism for doing so. There are some birders who feel this information should not be made public as they think it may reduce the chance of a successful nest. While I understand the concern of some, I have been hesitant to accept the idea that members of the birding community can't be trusted with the knowledge of a nesting location. Perhaps I am naive but I think trust and faith in people to do the right thing, to observe from a distance, to respect the bird and its needs is the way forward. There are of course the incidents that everyone calls attention to in which someone does something dumb or selfishly moves in for the perfect picture, but I think that for every one of those there are 10 others where a person connects to the natural world in a spiritual way or perhaps makes a personal commitment to get involved in the conservation of an animal or a place, or maybe best of all, passes the wonder and awe of nature on to a child. Somewhere there must be a happy medium between secrecy and openness between the narrow view and the broad view. In the end, no matter where you fall on the spectrum our wishes and desires remain the same: to preserve these beautiful creatures and the habitats that support them.

Of Black Rails and Listservs

As a member of the Northern California birding community I participate in several online discussion groups whose purpose is to share sightings and stories with other like-minded birders out there.  On one of these lists I recently read of an unfortunate incident involving a rare visitor to a frequently visited birding site. It seems a Long-eared Owl had attracted a lot of attention and the actions of a few over-zealous photographers then resulted in the death of this bird. A few weeks later a member of the list posted a question about where she might best be able to see a Black Rail, a small and elusive resident of our salt marshes and a bird of special concern due its declining populations. Her question brought up concerns by members of the list about posting this information in view of what had transpired a few weeks earlier with the Long-eared Owl.  After thinking this over for a time I felt that I could add a slightly different perspective and felt compelled to do so.  What follows is my contribution.

Northbay Birders,

I would preface my remarks by saying that I understand the desire to protect a sensitive species like the Black Rail. However I would offer these thoughts for consideration. I don't think that it serves to deliberately withhold sightings of these species for fear of inconsiderate actions by those few individuals who might or might not cause them harm. While we all probably can think of a time or two when we have seen another observer get too close or cross a properly line they shouldn't, these instances are very much the exception to the rule and should not prevent us from sharing sightings and locations where sightings may be more likely.  Rather than fight the actions of the ignorant few with secrecy, I think it far better to confront them with education. In that vein, reporting sightings of species of concern and giving others the opportunity to see them may cause more people to become passionate about protecting the habitat that supports them and the environment upon which we all depend. 

In addition, I see the list serve as far more than just a way for people who care about birds to communicate their sightings and experiences. It is a living, growing, searchable natural history record of a specific area. A combination of citizen-science and history that many years from now may be a valuable tool for those who are looking back to try and understand this time for any number of reasons that we can only guess at. In my opinion, deliberately withholding sightings would distort that record.

Finally, while I am not yet too old to get out there and enjoy the beauty that surrounds us, someday I might be. I certainly know of others who are passionate about birds but for whatever reason can't strap on a pair of hip boots and head out into the marsh at high tide in hopes of a fleeting glimpse of the elusive Black Rail. But I know they probably enjoyed this posting from Gene Hunn on Dec. 13 as much as I did and perhaps they could imagine themselves right there with him:

"Today at 12:45 PM the king tide hit 8.3 feet on the Petaluma River at Ellis Creek. Andy Lacasse, Gary Compari, and I hiked out into the Salicornia in our knee boots and were rewarded for our efforts by 4 VIRGINIA RAILS and 3 BLACK RAILS, one of which froze on the ground in the weeds for a full 15 minutes offering , as some say, "crippling views" at a distance of 15 feet."

I know that some of you will respectfully disagree with me on this one, but I think these are thoughts worth considering.