This post features a series of images of rare birds found with good friends, on last weekend’s Island Beach hikes. Yes, it was January. Yes, there’s been wild weather. Know that part of the lure in winter hiking lies in defying the elements, –being OUT THERE with Nature, no matter what! And, besides, with such friendships of this magnitude, only the highest good unfurls.
Merganser Male, by Brenda Jones
A series of Internet scenes of our rarities awaits — so you can see why it really didn’t matter that we did not fulfill our snowy-owl-quest this time.
So long as I’ve been writing about nature, I’ve been ‘on my soapbox’ that Nature does not ring down her curtain on or around Labor Day. Those of you who hike with me know that possibly my FAVORITE season to be outdoors is winter. It hasn’t been easy lately, but NJWILDBEAUTY readers know that we had a glorious day-long exploration of Plainsboro Preserve not long ago, threading our way among glorious arrays of ice.
Common Loon, Winter Plumage by Elisa De Levis from Internet
This past weekend, Ray Yeager, Angela Previte (superb nature photographers who live near Island Beach); Angela’s husband, Bob, -avid birder and extremely knowledge about all aspects of photography; ‘my” Intrepids, Jeanette Hooban and Bill Rawlyk and I met at the entry of Island Beach for a mid-day-long snowy owl quest.
Loon Take-off from Internet by Dave Hawkins from Internet
Despite our January reality, a handy aspect of I.B. treks is that, –on windy and wintry days–, you can ‘hike sideways’. I.e., get out of the wind by taking various oceanside and bayside trails, protected from gusts by dunes or forest or both . If you Google Island Beach, on NJWILSBEAUTY, you’ll find Bill, Jeanette, Mary Penney and me down there, in an autumn nor’easter about which none of us had somehow been warned. That storm grew more and more fierce, as we and a flock of playful merlins headed as far east as we possibly could. Those merlins were beating their way right into the height of those terrific winds. They executed abrupt and daring turns, to be intentionally blown back westward , right out over the bay. No sooner did the merlins vanish than they reappeared. We had no idea that birds, raptors, let alone merlins, PLAYED. In that same torrent of winds, and, yes, rain, hundreds of swallows were staging for migration. If we hadn’t been out in the elements, think what we’d’ve missed!
It didn’t take us long last weekend to discover that snowy owls do not like warmth, let alone snowlessness.
Female Merganser by Brenda Jones
Instead, we were given, –at the first bathing pavilion’s short boardwalk–. a smooth, rotund, swelling ocean, afloat with winter ducks of many species, all in dazzling winter plumage, otherwise known as full=breeding. Species after species of wild birds rose and fell upon voluminous swells. Each had the dignity of a monarch en route to or from coronation,. These birds were not feeding. They were not even interacting. Few were flying, though some did regularly join their relatives on that sea of molten jade. Hundreds rode the pillowy waves, which seemed almost determined not to crest or break. Mesmerized by the variety and serenity of these avian crowds, we paced back and forth on the warm solid sand for nearly an hour, enthralled.
Male Bufflehead by Brenda Jones.
I’m going to shock and/or let down a great many people when I say I had no need of a snowy owl that day.
Long-tailed ducks coming in for a landing by Ken Hoehn – papillophotos.com
We talked about the probability that the bird seen by naturalist Bill Rawlyk at entry may well have been a northern shrike, feeding at the crest of a laden bayberry shrub. Some years ago, at this identical spot, I had discovered this unique creature, being at I.B. then on a Bohemian waxwing quest. I had no idea what that ‘masked mocking bird’ could be. Calling Audubon when I returned home, describing the scrubby evergreens and bountiful bayberries, I was congratulated upon having found a northeren shrike. It happened again the next year at the same spot. Each time, the Audubon person asked my permission to list my find on the hot-line. Of course, this amateur birder gave a very pleased assent This weekend, Bill remarked on a certain intensity in the bird — slightly heftier, a bit whiter, an arrogance not seen in mockers. But it was the bayberry bush that decided us — major winter food for (otherwise almost chillingly carnivorous) shrikes.. Part of the fun of being with this merry crew of enthusiasts is playing the identification game.
Female long-tailed duck in winter/full-breeding plumage from Internet
Other trails that lured us that long sunny afternoon were the Judge’s Shack (#12) and Spizzle Creek. In no time, we had tucked our jackets, hats and gloves back into the cars. Most were beginning to regret not having remembered our sun block — all but the two professional photographersg us. Ray and Angela were having a field day with their immense legends, capturing so many species so gently afloat. I’ll let them share their masterpieces on Facebook and Ray’s RayYeagerPhotographyBlog. I’ll give you the Internet:
Male long-tailed duck in winter plumage, full-breeding plumage, from Internet
Snow was rare. Ice intriguing. At Spizzle Creek, we were all acutely missing ‘our’ osprey, egrets and herons of other seasons. Our gift there, though, was the presence of handsome brant. In our experience lately, brant sightings have become scarce. Certain essential grasses are not doing well along our coasts, which also happened during the Great Depression years — nearly depriving us of this handsome species.
Brant Feeding, by Brenda Jones
Deceptively sweet northern shrike probably seen by Bill Rawlyk on Bayberry at Island Beach entry — image from Internet: (RD)
When I tell people about our January beachwalks, my listeners seem puzzled-to-skeptical. We couldn’t have had better weather. Fellowship was at peak throughout. Angela’s husband, Bob, kindly served as sentinel for all the camera-wielders — alerting all as tide-thrust waves threatened to drown our footgear. Warm we were, but not even Jeanette was barefoot this time.
Angela and Ray knew exactly where to seek 1918’s array of snowy owls. But, after that all-star cast adrift upon molten silver waves, snowies had become “the last thing on our minds.”
Try winter trekking — surprises await!
Always remember, these rare species could not be here without the powerful advocacy of determined preservationists. Even though I work for D&R Greenway Land Trust, I’m very clear that the saving of our waterways is every bit as important.
In fact, I take the stand that, in our New Jersey, with its unique three (count them!) coastlines, the well-being of water is a thousand times more crucial. Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES must even one oil well take its place off our Shores!