Sunday, June 17, 2018

WUNDERBIRD Birdwatching Clothing - A New Piece of Equipment for Me

Finding suitable clothing to wear when birding is not easy. It has to have pockets, not make noise when you move, be of a colour that will not spook the birds, be comfortable and functional in every way. I recently found just the right hoodie and Tee.
When my daughter first saw me wearing it, she liked it right away. Form and function are important.. When I told her about all of the features of the shirt, she replied: "That's not just a shirt. That's a piece of equipment." She is right.
I have added some pics here to illustrate some of the details of the WUNDERBIRD birding attire: There are two front pockets designed to support the binoculars in a high or low position to ease neck strain while birding. A front, double-layered, hand-warming pocket is functional and deep enough to carry items. The hood is designed just for birders. It is snug and constructed so as not to drop in your face when using "opticals." It stays put, no matter how high the wind. That is particularly important here in Newfoundland . The shoulders boast padding for birders who carry scopes or a large tripod-mounted camera.

The material is UV protected, comfortable, breathable, quick-drying, wrinkle-free  and for me, the best feature is that it repels insects. Yesterday, as I birded Third Pond the black flies were swarming. Nothing moved around my body, but zeroed in on my face and head. I decided to put the garment to the test and pulled up the hood. Within seconds, the black flies moved away. That is a major added bonus! I cannot overstate how much I like this product. Note: The sizing is exact.

Here is the link to the WUNDERBIRD web site:

The items listed at that site are quoted in U.S. Dollars, shipped from the U.K. and arrived at my door step on the third day after the order. In Canada, applicable duties and taxes will apply.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Dance 2018

 During the last week, I have attended three events showcasing what my granddaughters have learned this year. It was exciting and amazing to see them grow in every way. Of the three programs, it is only the dance show that gets my camera firing on all cylinders! It is my favorite production of the year.
 As usual, the night starts with pre-show pictures. The girls are coiffed, powdered and frocked. All of this happens in a very short time following a day of school and pre-arrival at the Arts and Culture Centre.
 Flash, bam, alakazam! The moment is captured for all time. This is the fourth annual show for the youngest.
 I have prepared a photo album for them to chronicle their history of performance. There is nothing like prints to flip through and remember the many fun experiences over the years.

 For the eldest, this is her eighth year, and it has been a busy one.
 Following a couple of years of ballet, she is now taking lessons in Modern, Ballet, Tap, Jazz and Hip-Hop along with maintaining a spot in the performing group.
 Her love of movement (and she moves all the time!) includes dance and gymnastics. There is no doubt the skills developed in both of these activities have spilled over to enhance each one.
 There is a grueling rehearsal schedule leading up to this event, and for the first time, I could see some tiredness before the event. Nevertheless, like a trooper, she danced with vim and dedication.
 What adds to the excitement is the togetherness. They enjoy it together. On a home visit during the year, they pulled out all of the costumes from the years-past and put on an impromptu show.
 With all the finishing touches, they were off to the show.
 This is a ballet performance to the tune of "Up."

 Modern Dance...

 Jazz Dance....

 Tap Dance....  There are a lot of quick costume changes going on backstage.
 Ballet Dance

 Hip Hop Dance with a little attitude.

And so... with a little wave to the family, the show comes to a close for another year. Congratulations girls for all of your hard work to make for a very entertaining evening!

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Mesmerizing Holyrood Spectacle

 Every now and then a simple birding trip turns into an adventure or a misadventure. Yesterday rose to the criteria of both. It was a dark, blustery, rain-driven morning when I headed out to Holyrood. When that niggling little voice in the back of my mind about how foolish such a trip was in these conditions, a stronger voice in the frontal lobe of my brain won out. I went. Floating on the water-filled trenches on the highway, I quickly decided to get off the Trans-Canada Highway and take the slower, safer-in-these-conditions, coastal road.
 I stopped at several locations along the way and found Leach's Storm Petrels skirting around the shoreline. I was sure Holyrood would be full. On through the darkness I drove.
 When I arrived at Holyrood, I drove up the old refinery road where I maneuvered my car four times to position it in such a way to face into the wind and driving rain and to keep it from hindering my view of the thousands of petrels swooping around the harbout. This would prove significant later in the morning.
 I adjusted my window several times to close it just enough to reduce the amount of rain coming in and still be able to get a good view of the amazing sight. I guessed about 2000 storm petrels were swirling around the harbout. By 8:30 a.m. the gulls got hungry and began picking off the vulnerable little birds.
 It was around that time the other action picked up. Artic Terns (about two dozen) began floating by. Northern Gannets (about a dozen) began dive-bombing right beside my vantage point. What a show!
 A few kittiwakes appeared in the middle of the harbour fighting the winds. Most birds were staying low.
 Then about 15 Razorbill Murres followed. "Variety is the spice...."
 Then, I was really surprised to see a steady stream of Red Phalaropes fly by. They were in full breeding plumage. I had never seen this before. I was totally captivated. Taking a breather from all of my gawking, I realized the weather was getting even worse. The waves below had grown to high levels sending spray up on my car. The wind sent the rain lashing across my windshield.
 At 9:30 I thought I should head back home before the conditions worsened even more. Buckling up and taking a deep breath, I reluctantly turned the key on the ignition. What? I had left it on! My battery was as dead as it could possibly be. Ugh! I got out of the car and fought the elements to walk to the guard house to see if anyone could help me with a boost. The house was empty. Ran back to my car, now soaking wet.
 Glad to be out of the wind, I sat for a minute to decide whether to call my Autoclub or to try to stop someone to help me. The conditions were too bad for me to ask anyone to take on the elements. Before calling, I took one last look out over the water. It was then, I sighted a different gull flying North. Oh, oh... I grabbed my camera and was able to snap these three shots.
 Once it was gone, I grabbed my phone only to notice there was little battery left on it, and I had no way to charge it. This just gets better and better. I made the call and a service man was coming from Bay Roberts. That was a long way for someone to come for a boost, but that's just the way it was. When they called me back to verify my location, I couldn't remember the name of the road. I described what I could see and directions from the beach.
The serviceman was worried about driving in the conditions and said it might take a while. I wouldn't scroll through my camera shots because I didn't want to waste the remaining battery on it. That left me unsure of the species of the gull I had seen. Saving my last phone charge, just in case the helper couldn't find me when he got to Holyrood, I returned to my binoculars. Good job they don't need batteries!
I decided to hunker down and wait. Taking a blanket from the trunk, opening a package of hand warmers, drinking my last bit of hot coffee and having a snack (all things good to have in the car,) I waited and watched. The bird show continued to entertain me. I needed a distraction because I was getting pretty cold, and there was no putting the window up. It took nearly an hour and a half for the tow truck to arrive. During that time, I did not see the gull again.

Because I had a good emergency kit in the car, I didn't get stressed, but I was really glad when help arrived. I wasted no time heading straight to the near Irving to visit their facilities. Finally relieved, I started the long and winding trip home. Home never looked so good!

There was an element of misadventure in this story, but anyone who has done any birding has experienced similar challenges. The adventure of seeing the beautiful breeding-plumaged Sabine's Gull and all of the other birds in this storm event far outweighed the trials and tribulations.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Purple Gallinule!

 What a treat! Chris Denine spotted and photographed this bird yesterday. Fortunately, he posted it on the Facebook NL Birdwatching Group.
 That led numerous birders to hit the Waterford Bridge area this morning. It was relocated. What a beautiful bird!
 It would be very easy to miss this bird as it tended to move into the tall grass and stay put for periods of time. To watch it walk as it lifted its large yellow feet through the grass was quite the sight.
 Once when it came out it worked its way down to the waters edge and eventually went into the water before re-entering the tall grass.
 Two similar birds to this Purple Gallinule are the American Coot (seen annually at Quidi Vidi Lake and Virginia Lake) and a Common Moorhen (seen most recently at an artificial pond at Bally Haly Golf Course in St. John's.) Pictures of the Coot and Moorhen can be seen by running a search of previous posts located at the top of this page.
 Enough said. I will let the pictures speak for themselves.