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Bicycle Birdathon 2018

June 4, 2018

The day began before dawn as usual.  It was Sunday, May 20th and it looked like the 2018 version of the Okanagan Big Day Challenge and the Great Canadian Birdathon was blessed with perfect weather.  One of my team members, Liron Gertsman, cycled up my driveway just before 3 a.m. and we were off in the darkness to meet Eva Durance at our first stop—Max Lake.

We were planning to cycle through the south Okanagan, counting birds and raising money for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory.  And getting in shape.  I usually do some training on the bike before this event, but my present lifestyle makes that a bit difficult, so had some trepidation about my stamina this time.  At any rate, I knew it would be fun, as all the birdathons I’ve done have been.

The first few birds in the dark are always fun to check off—we started with a meadowlark singing just as we got on the bikes, then more song from a Chipping Sparrow and robin along West Bench Drive.  We powered up the steep hill to the start of Max Lake Road and saw Eva’s headlamp bobbing through the grasslands toward us.  A couple of Violet-green Swallows chattered above us—four species by 3:20 a.m.!

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We cycled through deep water in the giant potholes of Max Lake Road, fed by a brand-new creek that took up the left side of the road, a creek that was draining the flooding waters of Max Lake itself.  Normally a shallow marsh, the lake was actually a lake this spring.  A catbird sang from the thickets and a California Quail called from somewhere in the hills, then we heard the first of many poorwills calling from the pines.  A Sora whinnied from the marsh, but no Virginia Rail.

Beyond the lake we added a Western Tanager giving its br-dik call from the dark forests and got our feet wet in some very deep waters on the road.  We saw several poorwills along the road—one of which I almost ran over before it flushed.  Finally a Flammulated Owl called from the high ridge above us—the real Max Lake specialty that we were here before dawn to get on our list.  Then another. A Ruffed Grouse drummed close by—luckily Eva and Liron could draw my attention to it because I have real trouble with very low sounds.  A Spotted Towhee song made it an even 10 species by 4 a.m.

Fifteen minutes later the real dawn chorus began, and we started listing species one after another—Nashville Warbler, Black-headed Grosbeak, Townsend’s Solitaire, Veery, Mourning Dove, Mountain Chickadee, Dusky Flycatcher, Dark-eyed Junco, Cassin’s Vireo, Cassin’s Finch.  At 5:00 a.m. the floodgates of birdsong really opened up as we turned around and headed back down the road, and by the time we got back to my house at 6 a.m. we had a very respectable 60 species.  The best addition was a late migrant Ruby-crowned Kinglet singing loudly from a neighbour’s garden.

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After putting on dry socks and gulping down the last of the coffee, we welcomed the last addition to the team, Peter Maser, who met us just as we set off down the hill to the Okanagan River.  The species kept coming—Lazuli Bunting and Black-billed Magpie along the KVR and several Yellow-breasted Chats singing from the rose thickets on the flats below.  An Eastern Kingbird, just back from South America, chattered along the riverbank.

At the Okanagan River dam at the south end of Okanagan Lake we added Spotted Sandpiper and another bonus bird, MacGillivray’s Warbler.  Red-necked and Western Grebes on the lake made it an even 70 species by 7:30.  No loon, no kingfisher—we’d have to keep looking for those.  We turned south down the river, adding Turkey Vulture, American Kestrel, Great Blue Heron and Osprey. A single Redhead on the airport oxbow pond was disappointing—normally a good variety of ducks are there, though a male Hooded Merganser was nice.

By 8:30 we were at Skaha Lake and the first real excitement of the day—a big flock of gulls on the sandbar and a veritable field guide page of ducks feeding amidst the floodwater debris out in the lake.  Four species of gull, including Glaucous-winged, were on the bar, and Lesser Scaup, Blue-winged and Cinnamon Teal, Ruddy Duck, Northern Shoveler, Wood Duck, American Wigeon and Gadwall pretty much filled in the duck part of the checklist. Ninety-five species and we were definitely on track for a good day.

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Then came the big climb of the day—up the long Kaleden hill on the highway, more climbing to the White Lake Road, and some steep climbs to the height of land above that. A Rock Wren and Sharp-shinned Hawk gave us good excuses to catch our breath along the way.  By 10 a.m. we turned into Doreen Olson’s driveway at Three Gates Farm—Doreen was just leaving but had left us water to recharge our supplies.

Doreen has a fabulous property for birds, and the obvious highlight for us was a Western Screech-Owl nest.  Hammond’s Flycatchers sang, Red Crossbills called overhead and we were happy to get a couple of Black-chinned Hummingbirds, our third hummer species of the day.  Another sign of a good list to come—all three nuthatch species at the sunflower seed feeder.

We struggled up the steepest hill of the day above Doreen’s, brightened by an unexpected Lincoln’s Sparrow, singing from the wet swale in the open pine forest.  A Pileated Woodpecker called, but not Lewis’s Woodpeckers appeared at their nest snag. That would haunt us.

Happy to reach the height of land at St. Andrew’s, we checked off a Golden Eagle and Cooper’s Hawk overhead.  At the marshy pond beyond the golf course, we quickly added Common Yellowthroat, Pied-billed Grebe and Wilson’s Snipe, but had to work for quite a while to get the Virginia Rail we’d missed at Max Lake.  Just down the road a Gray Flycatcher called from the open pine forest—a new site for that species that first arrived in Canada in the south Okanagan only 30 years ago.  It was just before noon and we had 113 species.

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Around the corner we cycled into the big sagebrush bowl at White Lake, quickly adding Brewer’s Sparrow, Lark Sparrow, Clay-colored Sparrow and Mountain Bluebird.  A Sage Thrasher sang from the flats, a species we usually miss.  Ring-necked Ducks, Green-winged Teal, and a small flock of Wilson’s Phalaropes were on the lake.  A single Eared Grebe was a real bonus.

After an hour at White Lake, we sailed down the big hill to Willowbrook and stopped to make a decision about our route from there.  It was clear we’d seen pretty much everything we normally pick up along the Secrest route to the south, so we broke with tradition and turned northeast to Mahoney Lake and Green Lake, hoping for the Barrow’s Goldeneye we usually get on the White Lake Road.

Unfortunately, no goldeneye were on either of the lakes, but Eva and Liron heard Chukar from the cliffs on one section where I was uncharacteristically far ahead of the pack.  At Green Lake we began the exciting descent down “The Wall” to the marshes north of Vaseux Lake.  We cycled north along the river, then crossed over to the highway to go south to Vaseux Lake.  A Common Merganser flew by over the lake, White-throated Swifts chattered overhead and a Canyon Wren sang from the cliffs.  We decided not to make the climb to the Lewis’s Woodpecker snags, thinking that it was just as likely to get them on the way to Kaleden.

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On the boardwalk through the marshes we added Marsh Wren, Cedar Waxwing and Downy Woodpecker.  It was 4 p.m. and we had 130 species, close to our record total for a fully green bicycle big day.  We turned north for home with only a few gaps on the possible list.  We didn’t find any Merlins in Okanagan Falls, but Skaha Lake pulled through with three Common Loons in the first few kilometres.  A Belted Kingfisher perched over the shoreline, something we missed last year.  Then one of the big highlights of the day—Liron spotted a flock of seven American White Pelicans flying up the valley.  As we watched them sailing north a Swainson’s Thrush began giving its “bic” call from the shrubbery, another new arrival from South America.  134 species and a new record for us.

We continued north along the KVR rail trail to Penticton, checking the airport oxbow again and then the Okanagan lakeshore at the SS Sicamous.  Nothing new.  We turned back up the West Bench Hill and were home by 8:30 with 103 kilometres on the odometer for the day.  Eva added a Great Horned Owl for a team total of 135 species—good enough to win the Okanagan Big Day Challenge and bring home the coveted Flammulated Owl trophy at the brunch on Monday morning.  Unfortunately I missed the good food and great tall tales of the brunch as I had to catch the 6 a.m. flight back to Ottawa, but I had thoroughly enjoyed another great day of birding and camaraderie!

We did all this to raise funds for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory through the Great Canadian Birdathon.  If you’d like to donate to the cause, you can click this link.  Thank you!



Bicycle Birdathon 2016: an owly surprise

May 23, 2016

[The birdathon is a fund-raiser for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory.  VLBO has been conducting bird surveys to monitor long-term population changes in bird numbers for the past 20 years but needs your support to keep going.  Please make a donation or pledge at my birdathon website.  Thank you!]

Weather is always at the top of the list of concerns at the start of a birdathon, and this year the news was good—the forecast for rain had yielded to a dry, calm, and relatively warm morning. Peter Maser met me at my house at 2:50, so by 3 a.m. we were off into the blackness to meet Eva Durance at the start of the Max Lake Road.  We didn’t hear any birds on the 10-minute cycle, but Eva reported a Killdeer had called a few minutes before, so we had one species to start the day.

We had only gone a couple of hundred yards when the first Common Poorwill began calling, then a Sora and Virginia Rail called from a roadside marsh.  Violet-green Swallows chattered overhead and a Western Tanager called from the hillside.  Poorwills were scattered along the road—we saw eight!—and a kilometre on a Flammulated Owl hooted from high on the mountain. Things were going as planned for once. We checked the nest-boxes for owls but no luck—it’s still a couple of weeks early for Flammulateds to be nesting, but we were hoping the early spring might have moved things along.


Eva Durance, me and Peter Maser.  6 a.m. and we already had 55 species!

By now it was 4 a.m., so we sat on a log to wait for dawn to break.  Robins, Chipping Sparrows, and Spotted Towhees added their voices to the chorus.  At 4:30 we got on the bikes and began to slowly work our way down the road.  Nashville Warblers and Black-headed Grosbeaks soon dominated the soundscape, but then a strange call up on the slopes of Mount Nkwala caught my ear:  chukka, chukka, chukka… The first of several surprises for the day—the first time I’ve ever had Chukar at Max Lake!

Another mild surprise was a couple of Veeries (a bit early) and MacGillivray’s Warblers, and a late migrant Lincoln’s Sparrow was a real bonus.  Once back on the West Bench we added garden birds such as Bullock’s Oriole, Brewer’s Blackbird and Eurasian Collared-Dove, and by the time we got back to my house at 6 a.m. our species total was 55—right on target.  We celebrated with some fresh coffee and a bit of breakfast, then saddled up and sailed down the hill to the KVR trail to Penticton.

The buzz of a Clay-colored Sparrow on the grasslands below the house was rather unexpected, as were two late migrant White-crowned Sparrows.  We were happy to hear a Yellow-breasted Chat singing on cue from the roses below and even more surprised to hear 4 more in the next few hundred yards.  We cycled north to Okanagan Lake, where 2 Common Loons, 2 Western Grebes and a Belted Kingfisher were good additions, but again a migrant sparrow stole the show—a singing Savannah at the end of the S.S. Sicamous jetty.

At 7:30 we turned south to cycle the dyke trail to Skaha Lake.  The chebec, chebec, of a Least Flycatcher came from the cottonwood grove—another uncommon bird for the list.  The muddy oxbow by the Penticton airport had Gadwall, Northern Shoveler, and Blue-winged Teal but nothing to match last year’s Willet for excitement.  Pygmy Nuthatches and Vaux’s Swifts at the south end of the dyke gave us 83 species by 8 a.m.

We turned onto the highway and began the serious slog up the Kaleden hill, rewarded by a pair of Golden Eagles at the junction.  Turning on to the White Lake Road, we climbed the steep hill to Three Gates Farm and turned in to see what Doreen Olson’s garden would provide.  And what a great stop it was!  Perched on a log rafter above her front door was a glorious little male Western Screech-Owl.  I asked Doreen if she had checked the nest-box on the driveway, but she said that there had been no visible activity there.  Peter got the ladder from her shed and I climbed up to look inside—and there was a fluffed-up female owl, bill-snapping in indignation.  Doreen provided coffee and juice to help celebrate the find.  It was 9:30, we had 92 species and an odometer reading of 32 kilometres.


Male Western Screech-Owl

Then it was back on the road and up one of the steepest pitches of the route, a 14 percent grade through the ponderosa pines.  At the top we turned off on a side road to check a pond and added Green-winged Teal and Barrow’s Goldeneye.  The next pond had the displaying snipe that had been there the day before, but the pair of Ruddy Duck had disappeared.  Luckily a Pied-billed Grebe put in an appearance to make up for the miss.

The big sagebrush bowl of the White Lake basin is always a highlight of a south Okanagan birdathon, and this year was one of the best.  The beautiful warbles of a Lark Sparrow song greeted us as we turned up the road west of the radio telescope, then the sky-blue flash of a male Mountain Bluebird.  At the top of the hill we added the expected Brewer’s Sparrows, and were relieved to hear the long, beautiful song of a Sage Thrasher.  Thrashers usually don’t arrive until June at the north end of their range (and this is about as far north as they usually go in the world), so we were very happy to check that one off the list (I had found this bird the day before while leading a day tour for the Meadowlark Festival).  And on the other side of the road a Grasshopper Sparrow sang, also discovered the day before—this bird was using the relatively lush bluebunch wheatgrass habitat created by a grassland fire a couple of years before.


Eva looking and listening for Grasshopper Sparrows in the White Lake basin.

We coasted down the hill toward White Lake itself, then stopped to scope the lake.  A flock of wigeon was a nice sight at the north end of the lake, but even nicer were Red-necked Phalaropes in colourful breeding plumage scattered around the shore.  And two more Sage Thrashers singing nearby!  We waved to the Chafing for Chickadees cycle team across the lake, then pedalled on south.  We stopped in a patch of forest to look for a Pileated Woodpecker, but no luck.  Meyer’s Flat had White-throated Swifts rocketing overhead and a couple more buzzing Clay-colored Sparrows, and the Secrest scout camp pines had a flock of Red Crossbills.  The missing species were slowly getting checked off!

Racing down the winding Secrest Hill we just about collided with another birdathon group coming up—a gang of young birders full of stories and enthusiasm.  As we chatted a Lewis’s Woodpecker flapped by.  Then one of the biggest surprises of the day—a lone Sandhill Crane soaring overhead.  Cranes migrate through in early April, so this one was a month late on the move north.  We stopped in at Inkaneep Park, where Eva and Peter heard a Bewick’s Wren while I was using the facilities.


Then it was north and homeward.  We were two hours ahead of last year’s rain-delayed schedule so feeling confident about the return trip.  We made a swing through the Gallagher Lake trailer park in a vain, desperate attempt for Clark’s Nutcracker (we should have had them while eating breakfast at my house!).  A pause on the busy highway below the massive rock face of McIntyre Bluff gave us a singing Rock Wren, but no Peregrine showed.

As we got to Vaseux Lake I was relieved to hear the nasal calls of begging juvenile Clark’s Nutcrackers, and there was a family of them in the pines by the cliffs.  We made a quick stop at the big cliffs at the north end, whistling for Canyon Wren.  I didn’t hear a reply, but saw a movement on the rocks high above and there he was, flashing his rusty tail.

We cycled through the poison ivy to the boardwalk, meeting up with part of the young birders team once again.  Singing Marsh Wrens and Common Yellowthroats were a couple more easy additions, as were the Redheads and Red-necked Grebe on the lake and the Ring-billed and California Gulls at the river mouth.

A stop at the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory site north of the lake might give us Cinnamon Teal, Northern Harrier and Yellow-headed Blackbird, so we ducked down the trail to the oxbow and ditched our bikes.  We were immediately beset by a Yukonian swarm of mosquitoes so just ran through the willows and marsh grass out to the dyke, swatting as we went.  No teal, no harrier, but fortunately we saw two or three distant Yellow-headed Blackbirds flying over the distant cattails, flashing their white wing patches.


Looks like there must be birds out there!

At Okanagan Falls we decided to take the rail trail along the west side of the lake.  We were running out of options for easy additions to the list, but a single male Lesser Scaup hugging the shore gave us one more.  It began to rain lightly, then heavier as we pedalled north, watching for any dots on the lake that might be a Horned Grebe or anything new.  But the only dots we saw were Common Loons and Western Grebes.

We were drenched by the time we got back to Penticton, meeting up with Glenda Ross at the airport oxbow.  Unfortunately, no Cinnamon Teal had miraculously appeared over the course of the day, so we slogged on to Okanagan Lake again.  The north end of the Okanagan River was a spectacle of swallows in the rain—thousands and thousands of all six species (Tree, Violet-green, Northern Rough-winged, Bank, Barn, Cliff) flew over the water and perched on sagging wires.  We scanned the lake for grebes and the beach for gulls but couldn’t pull one last new species out of the bag.  At 7 p.m. we turned for home, unaware that we were cycling by a lovely male Harlequin Duck at the dam seen moments before by the Chafing for Chickadees gang.

Wet but happy to be off the saddle after a long eventful day, we said our goodbyes and made the final checklist tally:  126 species, 102 kilometres and 900 metres vertical climb (Peter’s GPS kept track!).  A very respectable total, but regrettably second in the team competition to the 131 species seen by the Chafing for Chickadees team.  Next year!

The birdathon is a fund-raiser for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory.  VLBO has been conducting bird surveys to monitor long-term population changes in bird numbers for the past 20 years but needs your support to keep going.  Please make a donation or pledge at my birdathon website.  Thank you!

Bicycle Birdathon 2015: a wet, willety day

May 21, 2015

It was the sound you don’t want to hear at 2 a.m. when you’re waiting for your alarm to go off in readiness for a birdathon.  Especially a bicycle birdathon.  The sound of steady rain, occasionally interspersed with the sound of heavy rain.  I was supposed to meet Eva Durance at 3:15 to start our birdathon, so at 2:45 I phoned her and suggested that we start at 4.  I checked email, chatted with the team of young birders staying at our house who were doing their birdathon by car before they left at 3 and got my gear together. At 3:30 I called Eva again to say 4:30 for sure—owling was pointless, but by then the dawn chorus would have started and we didn’t want to miss that.

So I cycled off at 4:15 in full rain gear, something I don’t usually do in the Okanagan, where if it’s raining you usually wait a half-hour until the rain stops.  I pumped up the hill towards Max Lake, surprised to hear a bickering Western Tanager complaining about the weather in the darkness.  Eva was waiting for me at the start of the gravel road.  We compared notes and found we had four species despite the downpour, then added two more as some Violet-green Swallows chattered somewhere overhead in the blackness and a Spotted Sandpiper called from the park lawn next to the road, perhaps mistaking its flooded state for a permanent pond.

We rode up the track to Max Lake, dodging enormous puddles as best we could.  Amazingly, a Common Poorwill called from the hills to the west, something that doesn’t usually happen in weather like this.  Dawn came very slowly, but out of the murky gray we heard Soras and Red-winged Blackbirds call from the marsh, a migrating Hammond’s Flycatcher peeped from the willows and a few die-hard Black-headed Grosbeaks, Western Tanagers, Nashville Warblers and Townsend’s Solitaires sang from the pine woodlands.  The dawn chorus was a shadow of its normal self though, and was surprisingly dominated by Spotted Towhees, a species which seemed to care less about the steady rain.

Eva Durance at the rainy start to our birdathon.

Eva Durance at the rainy start to our birdathon.

At 5 a.m. we turned around at the end of the road, checked a couple of nest-boxes for possible owls (no such luck), then coasted back down through the sand, gravel and potholes.  By the time we reached the houses of the West Bench again we only had 22 species, adding 8 more to reach 30 by the time we got back to my house.  Normally we have 55 species at that point, and normally we’re dry enough to guzzle down some coffee, repack for the day and take off by 6:30 to really hit the road.  This wasn’t a normal day, obviously, so we shed most of our clothes and put them in the dryer while we watched the feeders for hummingbirds (Rufous, Calliope, but no Black-chinned) and the nest-box for Red-breasted Nuthatches feeding their young (check!).

By 7:30 our clothes were dry, so I switched out my hiking shoes for muck boots and we were off into the deluge again.  There was no sense that the rain would stop—we couldn’t even see the other side of the valley for the clouds.  But the Lazuli Buntings were singing when we hit the KVR trail below the West Bench and a Yellow-breasted Chat sang from the roses.  A field-guide-page of swallows lined the wires over the Okanagan River, so we didn’t have to worry about that family for the rest of the day. A pair of Wood Ducks flew by, a nice bonus as well.  Things were looking up despite the short species list.

At Okanagan Lake we had a pair of Red-necked Grebes, then a pair of Horned Grebes.  Three adult California Gulls on the beach confused me for a few seconds, as they were so intensely coloured that they lacked the black spots on their bills.  I fought back the urge to call them pale Lesser Black-backed Gulls (they had dark eyes after all)—we were happy to see any gulls at all!  By 08:50 we were heading south along the river again, about an hour behind schedule but determined to enjoy this day whatever it brought.  A Belted Kingfisher boosted our morale, since we’d almost missed that species last year.

One of the best spots for bird diversity along our route is the muddy river oxbow on the east side of the Penticton Airport.  It hadn’t held much of interest a few days ago, but I was happy to see a Lesser Scaup and a pair of Northern Shovelers right away.  As I scanned the north shore, Eva said, “What’s that big shorebird?”  I looked over to the south, and there was a lovely Willet!  This would surely be bird of the day—I’d only seen one of these handsome birds before in the Okanagan, and there were only three previous records for the valley.  All negative thoughts about the rain (still coming down!) vanished.

When we got to Skaha Lake we scanned the waters (thankfully very calm) and came up with three late Bonaparte’s Gulls, a small flock of Western Grebes and a Common Loon.  Then it was up the long, long hill to Kaleden, the big trucks roaring by in clouds of spray on this least favourite part of our route.  We were more than ready to leave the highway behind when we turned off onto the White Lake Road at 11 a.m., and within a few minutes were sheltering in the porch of Doreen Olson’s home.  Doreen wasn’t home, so we couldn’t beg for coffee, but my wife Margaret dropped by with fairly dry shoes so that I could take off my big boots once the rain stopped.  A male Black-chinned Hummingbird came repeatedly to the feeders there, but we couldn’t find the Great Horned Owl we’d seen there yesterday.

A series of woodpeckers made the continued hill climb easier to take—a pair of Hairies, then a calling Pileated (which I missed) and a Red-naped Sapsucker that flushed out of the ditch of all places.  A Lewis’s Woodpecker at a traditional nest site allowed me to catch up on a species Eva had seen in Kaleden.  Then the glorious flatness at the top of the hill.  We took a short side trip to a small pond to find a female Barrow’s Goldeneye with a brood of tiny ducklings, then a pair of Cinnamon Teal.  At Prather Lake a Marsh Wren sang from a ridiculously small patch of reeds.  We pulled over at the big pond south of St. Andrews to add some species I’d tied down their yesterday.  A pair of Pied-billed Grebes put on a show with 7 little grebelings, a pair of Ruddy Ducks eventually appeared, and a couple of Wilson’s Snipes called.  Then my brother Syd stopped by on his way to White Lake, and thankfully was carrying a couple of coffees to warm us up.  The combination of coffee, a definite let-up in the intensity of the rain, and the fact we had 96 species—within spitting distance of respectability despite still being an hour behind schedule—greatly boosted our spirits.

My brother Syd delivers coffee along the White Lake Road.  The rain is lighti

My brother Syd delivers coffee along the White Lake Road. The rain is lightening up!

The luck continued with a Rock Wren singing from a bluff just down the road—I’d never heard one there before, then Eva spotted a Downy Woodpecker.  I cycled back to find it but never did—but as I pulled over to look a Ruffed Grouse drummed from the shrubby tangles in the roadside aspens.  At White Lake we quickly added both Western and Mountain Bluebirds and a Lark Sparrow.  We listened for Sage Thrashers at the top of the hill north of the lake, but heard only Brewer’s Sparrows—nice to get but not the Holy Grail.

Near the lake we came across another cycling birdathon team:  Kirk Safford, Tanya Luszcz, Ruth Joy and James McKinnon.  They were having lunch, drying off (the rain had stopped!), and scanning the lake with a big spotting scope.  We hadn’t packed a scope because of the weather, and I could see a single phalarope spinning around in the lake, too far for binocular identification.  We could hike down to the lake to get close enough, or we could save time (and wet feet) by bribing them to use their scope.  We decided to tell them about the Willet (something not normally done in the heat of a big day competition) to access the scope, which immediately gave us a Red-necked Phalarope for the list.  Good deal!  We said thanks and goodbye and continued up the hill south of the lake, but before we had got more than a hundred metres I heard the distinct sound of a singing Sage Thrasher.  I looked back to see if anyone in the other group was holding up a smartphone, but it appeared they were looking in the direction of the thrasher song, so we happily added that to the list as well.

Having lunch with the competition at White Lake.  Sage Thrasher!

Having lunch with the competition at White Lake. Sage Thrasher!

We decided to forego the usual hike around White Lake (for Grasshopper Sparrow and Gray Partridge) because of our schedule problems, nor did we take the 1-hour side trip in to Mahoney Lake.  We sailed down the hill to Willowbrook and on to Myer’s Flat, where a coursing male Northern Harrier was a nice surprise, as was a singing Gray Catbird—the first of the year.  We were still missing White-breasted Nuthatch, so stopped in at Kurt and Marianne Hutterli’s place to see if their birds were still nesting in their house (their own house—not a bird house!).  And after a few minutes—bingo!—there it was at the gap in the boards below the roof.  Five Turkey Vultures over Covert Farms brought our total to 111 by 3 p.m., then a Sharp-shinned Hawk flew by.  Hack’s Pond was devoid of ducks, but a single (!) Solitary Sandpiper was a real bonus.  We stopped at River Road to call for Bewick’s Wren, but eventually gave up, only to have one call at us derisively as we saddled up to leave.

It was 4 p.m. and time to turn north again for home.  We still had some serious misses hanging over us, so we pulled into the trailer park in the pines at Gallagher Lake, quickly adding Eurasian Collared-Dove (phew) and then a Canyon Wren singing from the massive cliff.  Our real goal there was Steller’s Jay, so were relieved as one called just as we left.  No Vaux’s Swifts, though.IMG_20150517_181744

At Vaseux Lake we found some Redhead, and after a lot of scanning and a few false starts we spotted a nice Golden Eagle over the cliffs.  The boardwalk didn’t produce anything new, and neither did the banding station area.  We were still missing Yellow-headed Blackbird, but despite a lot of looking and listening above the big marsh we couldn’t find any.  At Okanagan Falls we got onto the KVR trail on the west side of Skaha Lake and cycled through Kaleden, finding a single White-crowned Sparrow near Sickle Point, but no Yellow-headed Blackbirds there, either.  At 8 p.m. we came full circle back to the muddy oxbow at the airport.  A male Blue-winged Teal had arrived, and two Wilson’s Phalaropes spun with the shovelers.  The Willet was still there, and has we saddled up to go, there was Kirk and his team coming down the trail from the north to cash in on that information!

Last look before dark at the SS Sicamous on the Okanagan Lake beach of Penticton.

Last look before dark at the SS Sicamous on the Okanagan Lake beach of Penticton.

We checked out the Okanagan Lake shoreline again as darkness settled, then pumped up the big West Bench hill to get home by 9 p.m.  We’d gone 106 kilometres and tallied 122 species—not bad for such an inauspicious start.  At the brunch the following morning we found out that our total was good enough for first place in the “green” birdathon category; Kirk’s team was only one behind at 121.  Remember, this was all done to raise money for bird conservation, so if you’d like to donate something to the cause (the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory) please click here.  Thank you!  And if you want more information about the event, it’s part of the Okanagan Big Day Challenge and the Meadowlark Nature Festival.  See you next year!

Bicycle Birdathon 2014

May 27, 2014

The day began with a huge sigh of relief.  The weather forecast for the past few days had shown a solid day of rain for Sunday—the Sunday of the Victoria Day weekend, the traditional day for the Okanagan Big Day Challenge.  And it’s one thing to do a Birdathon in the rain, but to do a bicycle Birdathon in the rain all day is something I’d rather not contemplate.  Hence the relief when I stepped outside at 2:15 a.m. and saw starry skies and felt not a breath of wind.  John Reynolds and George Clulow arrived at about 2:45 and we were off on our bikes in the darkness.  We met our fourth team member, Eva Durance, at the start of the Max Lake Road at 3:15, just as a Common Poorwill called from the ponderosa pines ahead of us.  Species number one—we’d need a few more to reach our goal of 130!  Eva said it was species number two for her—she’d heard a Great Horned Owl calling as she left her house.


Eva, John and George in the pre-dawn darkness at Max Lake

We clattered through the potholes to Max Lake, where a Sora called, then a Virginia Rail—things were going as planned.  A couple of kilometres later we passed a parked car and a couple of small tents right where we usually try for Flammulated Owls, so I quietly led the group a few hundred metres on so as not to disturb their sleep.  After a few imitated hoots, a Flam called in the distance, then another.  We climbed the steep hill to check the nest-boxes, but no owls looked out—too early in the season, I imagine.  It was 4 a.m., still dark, so we had nothing to do but lie back in the pinegrass and wait for the dawn and its chorus of songbirds.  A few seconds later a robin called and the frantic early morning listing began.

We slowly worked our way back down to Max Lake itself, the pines and firs ringing with Townsend’s Solitaire, Western Tanager and Black-headed Grosbeak song.  The temperature had dropped a few degrees, and we kept adding layers and gloves but still got good and chilled.  By 5:20 we had 30 species, enough to feel good heading down the big hill to my house.  A Great Blue Heron flying high overhead was a surprise—and a relief, since their small colony in Penticton had shifted and was hard to see from our route.  A Eurasian Collared-Dove flew up from the roadside—this species had finally colonized my neighbourhood after several years of taking over surrounding towns.  At home we refuelled with hot coffee and repacked our bags for the long ride to the south.  Eva spotted a Black-chinned Hummingbird at the feeder, but a Rufous chased it off before the rest of us could get a look.  Hopefully we’d be able to make that one up along the way.


Looking a little brighter at 6:30 a.m.! Eva, myself, George and John set out from my home to continue the adventure.

At 6:30 we were off again, down the KVR trail to the Okanagan River.  Several Lazuli Buntings sang from the bushes, and a single Yellow-breasted Chat—just arrived from Mexico last night—sang from the rose thickets below.  Along the river we picked up most of the swallows, but the Bank Swallows weren’t at their usual bank—I only had a couple of sure spots for this species so hoped this wouldn’t be a bad miss.  We looked out over Okanagan Lake, where a single Western Grebe and 3 Bufflehead were nice additions, as was a young Ring-billed Gull on the beach.  Gulls are hard to find in May in these parts!

This was one of the earlier dates we can do a Birdathon, and several species hadn’t been reported yet as back from their wintering grounds.  We listened hard for Willow Flycatchers, Gray Catbirds, Eastern Kingbirds and Veeries along the cottonwood groves by the river, but no luck.  The muddy oxbow east of the Penticton airport had pairs of Northern Shovelers, Gadwalls and Yellow-headed Blackbirds, but most of the other ducks had flown north in the past week, and there were no interesting shorebirds at all.  A quick stop at the Skaha Lake beach produced a single Common Loon and a dozen more Western Grebes.


The pleasures of highway birding (!): scanning Skaha Lake for something new.

It was time for the first big physical effort of the day—the 7-km climb along Hwy. 97 to Kaleden.  In the past, we’ve gone down the east side of Skaha, which is less hilly, but for a change this year I decided to reverse the day—putting the big climb in the morning and leaving the level biking for the afternoon and evening.  We’d also avoid the traffic congestion of the Peach City Half Marathon along that east side route.  The others quickly pulled away on the big hill as my lack of conditioning became apparent.  I listened for Lark Sparrows along the way, but the only new species I saw along that stretch was a raven.  I caught up to the gang in Kaleden, where a Lewis’s Woodpecker soared out from a hilltop snag.

At 9:15 we turned off on the White Lake Road, quickly adding Western Wood-Pewee and Hammond’s Flycatcher before stopping in at Doreen Olson’s home at the top of the first big hill.  Doreen was off leading a Meadowlark Festival field trip, but had kindly left a jug of cold water on her porch for us to refill our bottles.  An adult Great Horned Owl looked down on us from the big fir where they’ve nested for over a decade, and a male Black-chinned Hummingbird came to the feeder, allowing the rest of us to catch up to Eva in one fell swoop.  We hung around Doreen’s for 25 minutes or so, hoping to get the White-breasted Nuthatch that was there yesterday, but eventually gave up and tackled the next big hill on the route.

After adding American Kestrel and Say’s Phoebe in the first kilometre, a small black car pulled up—it was Catherine Jardine and friends, out doing some serious Okanagan target birding.  Catherine pointed out that it was their camp along the Max Lake Road; had I known I wouldn’t have felt so bad about hooting for owls outside their tent!  I gave them directions to a Black-throated Sparrow discovered the day before at Osoyoos, handed them the map and cycled off while they went back to Doreen’s for the Black-chinned Hummingbird.  I caught up to the rest of the gang as they were pointing out a Pine Siskin at a feeder—this usually common species had been basically absent from southern BC for the past six months so we were relieved to get one.  I reached for my notebook to write it down and discovered that I hadn’t just given Catherine the map to the sparrow, I’d handed over my notebook with the map in it.  Arggh!  Luckily, Eva had also been keeping a running tally of our birds.

A quick side trip to a small pond produced a family of Barrow’s Goldeneye ducklings and a Green-winged Teal, a Bald Eagle soared over the next lake and a Wilson’s Snipe called from the marsh.  Then on to White Lake, where the grasslands held great promise for new species.  A Western Bluebird at a nest box, Brewer’s Sparrows singing from the sagebrush, Savannah Sparrows still migrating through the basin.  Catherine and gang drove by again and dutifully handed back my notebook.   We stashed our bikes and hiked up the hills to the south of the lake in a traditional march to find Gray Partridge and Grasshopper Sparrow.  These marches have usually been fruitless, but they provide some relief from the bicycle saddle and I simply love walking the grasslands in spring.  It was hard to listen through the din of meadowlark and Vesper Sparrow song, but near the top of the rise I caught the insect-like trill of a Grasshopper Sparrow (species 100!), and soon we all had good looks as he sang from atop a sagebrush.  No partridges, but we were happy with the results of the walk.  After a long hard look we found four Wilson’s Phalaropes on the lakeshore as White-throated Swifts chattered overhead.  It was noon.


Grasshopper Sparrow country!

We sailed down the big Park Rill hill south of White Lake, slamming on the brakes to see a lovely adult Golden Eagle over the cliffs to the west.  We stopped at a nearby nest box that had had a Western Screech-Owl looking out of it yesterday—no sign of the owl, and a broken egg below the box didn’t bode well.  I boosted Eva up on my shoulders to look into the box, but it was empty.  I trilled my best screech-owl trill, but only managed to call up an astonishing variety of forest birds—no owl (and no White-breasted Nuthatch—yikes).  We stopped at the Secrest Scout Camp to look for nuthatches, but by now it was 2 p.m., sunny, hot and windy.  The forests were quiet as we checked a number of bluebird boxes, hoping to find one being used by the local White-breasted Nuthatches.  We bumped into Michelle Hamilton and Grant Halm, members of our team in previous years, but they had no nuthatch information to pass on.

As we got to the big flats at Covert Farms, I saw Marianne Hutterli through the pines, planting in her vegetable garden.  I mentioned to John that Marianne was a local birder, and he immediately said “We should ask her about White-breasted Nuthathes!”  So we turned off the road, then up her driveway.  To our surprise, she replied to our blurted question “Oh yes, we have a nuthatch nest in our house.”  And there, under the eaves, was a little gap in the boards through which a pair of White-breasted Nuthatches were shuttling to feed their young.  After some more water refills, we thanked the Hutterlis and were off to River Road, sailing down the extraordinary Secrest Hill, which I can attest is a big challenge to cycle up!  At the bottom of the hill we ran into the convoy of the Western Teenagers, a group of young birders that were doing a car-powered Big Day in the area.  We tore away from their excited stories to check off Bank Swallow around the next corner (phew!), and there unexpectedly met more birding friends, including Dan Kemble, the compiler of the Carcross, YT Christmas Bird Count, someone whom I’ve talked with many times on the phone but never met.  Such is May birding in the Okanagan!


Looking for Vaux’s Swifts (or Hooded Mergansers, or Merlins, or anything new!) along the Okanagan River south of McIntyre Bluff

A male Cinnamon Teal was a bonus at Hack’s Pond, but we couldn’t find a Bewick’s Wren along River Road.  A Vaux’s Swift twinkled overhead as we got back on the highway and headed north to Vaseux Lake.  We were well down in our species total so were hoping Vaseux would come through in a big way to get us back into respectability.  At the south end of the lake a few Redheads and a single Lesser Scaup were joined by a pair of Blue-winged Teal flying in.  Then John spotted a pair of Red-necked Grebes dancing along the marshy shoreline.  Things were looking up.  At 4:00 pm we cycled up the McIntyre Creek road to the big cliffs—a kilometre of hill I wasn’t planning on—but were rewarded with Rock and Canyon Wrens singing.  No Chukar cackled, though.  A run out on the boardwalk produced Pied-billed Grebe, Cedar Waxwing, Marsh Wren and some distant Ring-necked Ducks.  We stopped in at the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory site and hiked over to the river channel, where we spotted a pair of Northern Harriers, but no kingfisher.  It was 6 p.m. when we left, and our total was 118.


Rock Wren–check. Canyon Wren–check. Chukar–uh, better luck next year.

I really wanted to get to 120, but what could we add?  A stop in Okanagan Falls failed to produce Merlin, and the dippers hadn’t been at the dam for a couple of years.  We cycled along the west side of Skaha Lake along the old KVR trail, praising its condition on the southern end and cursing its deep sand, silt and gravel on the northern half.  Finally, just as we reached the north end of the lake, a Belted Kingfisher called to us as it perched over the shore on a shrub.  119.  No Lark Sparrow, though.  We were hoping from some new shorebirds at the airport oxbow, but only saw the usual gang of ducks and killdeer.  As we went by the cottonwoods farther north I slowed down, hoping to hear the nasal call of a Veery.  Instead I heard a soft “whit!” that sounded a lot like a Willow Flycatcher.  We stopped and spent a long time trying to get a good look at the bird, but it stayed frustratingly low in the shrubs.  I finally got a short but good view of a brownish flycatcher, orange lower mandible, enough for me to call it a Willow.  The 120th species.  We finished the day at the south end of Okanagan Lake, 9 p.m. nothing new.  One last hill up to home and we were done, in more ways than one.  With 104 kilometres behind us, we had the pleasure of collapsing into bed and storing another year’s worth of memories in our Okanagan Big Day Challenge memory banks!  Remember–this is all in aid of bird conservation and the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory–if you’d like to make a Birdathon pledge to our team, click here.  Thanks!


The tug lights are on as dusk falls over our 2014 bicycle Birdathon. 120 species!

Bicycle Birdathon 2013

May 22, 2013

I was a bit apprehensive about the Baillie Birdathon this year.  I’ve been doing it as part of the Okanagan Big Day Challenge for quite a few years (and have been doing the OKBDC for 28 years now!), and for the past 10 or so years we’ve done the Challenge as a green event—the birding is by bicycle or by foot.  Last year I’d been fairly fit in advance of the event, but I got involved in politics last summer, and the spring election campaign had severely limited my biking time.  My campaign manager had let me arrive late to the office on one or two mornings a week, but the longest distance I’d biked for the past 6 months was about 15 km.  After the election last Tuesday (I was unfortunately unsuccessful), I looked forward to the Birdathon, but the lack of time in the saddle was worrying.

The Saddle-Soras:  Seb Pardo, Dick Cannings, John Reynolds, Eva Durance, Christopher di Corrado

The Saddle-Soras: Seb Pardo, Dick Cannings, John Reynolds, Eva Durance, Christopher di Corrado

We were five again this year—Eva Durance and Sebastian Pardo from last year’s team, joined by John Reynolds and Christopher di Corrado.  The weather forecast was decent—relatively cool with no rain—but a north wind predicted for the afternoon might make the return trip a little more challenging.  The alarm went off at 2:30 a.m. on Sunday May 19th, and we were out the door just after 3.  The route begins with a good climb to ward off the early morning chill (7⁰C), and by 3:20 we were at Max Lake, a marsh nestled in a narrow valley northwest of Penticton.  The first surprise was having a taxi bounce by us on the rough road, fuelling speculation as to what it was doing there in the pre-dawn darkness (the track dead ends about 2 km past the lake).

But we were brought back to reality by the calls of Soras and Virginia Rails from the marsh—the listing had begun.  A Song Sparrow sang from the cattails and a Dusky Flycatcher chirped on the hillside.  We pedalled on up the valley, meeting the mysterious taxi coming back down the hill.  We stopped at the forks and soon heard one of our target nightbirds—a Common Poorwill.  As it slowly got lighter, more poorwills began singing from the open pine forest, then the low hoots of a Flammulated Owl.  We tried to call the owl in, as John had never seen one, but only Seb glimpsed it as it flew overhead.  At 4 a.m. the dawn chorus began with the usual early risers—American Robins and Townsend’s Solitaires, soon joined by Chipping Sparrows, Spotted Towhees and Nashville Warblers.

We biked to the very end of the road, where it ends in a narrow rocky canyon.  As we turned around to begin the trip back, Christopher pointed out the first surprise of the day—a Pacific Wren singing from the bushes—this species is usually at much higher elevations in the breeding season.  Bonus!  As we coasted down the bumpy gravel track we added more common species and a couple of species that can be difficult in May—a calling Cooper’s Hawk and then a Steller’s Jay imitating a Red-tailed Hawk.  A MacGillivray’s Warbler warbled from the willows, a male Calliope Hummingbird performed overhead and a Western Bluebird called softly from the pines.

By 5:30 we were out of the Max Lake valley and back in civilization, adding Say’s Phoebe, American Kestrel and Clark’s Nutcracker on the fly.  We got back to my house just before 6 a.m.—on time and, with 56 species in the bag, on target.  We were missing one common forest species though, having dipped on Red-breasted Nuthatch at Max Lake.  I grabbed the ladder to have a look in our nest box, which had held newly hatched nuthatches two weeks ago, but my heart sank when I found the box empty.  Hopefully they had fledged safely, but I knew it might be difficult finding this species farther down the road.  And the hummingbird feeders were quiet, too; I’d hoped to get a Black-chinned here.

After a half-hour break to refuel and adjust clothing layers, we were back on the bikes and heading down the hill to Penticton.  As we got onto the Kettle Valley Railroad trail I spotted a hummer on top of a Saskatoon bush—male Black-chinned!  A little farther on a Ring-necked Pheasant rocketed away down the hill, and a Yellow-breasted Chat called from the big rose thicket.  As we pedalled north up the Okanagan River channel dyke, we added Gray Catbird and Veery, two species just arrived from their wintering grounds.  Okanagan Lake was disturbingly empty except for a single coot at the dam and four Lesser Scaups flying by.  No loons, grebes, or gulls.  Sigh.

We turned around and headed downriver again, bumping into my son Russell’s large group of walking birders.  After the usual guarded pleasantries typical of Birdathon competitions, we continued on our way.  The airport oxbow was largely empty of ducks, perhaps because of the two Bald Eagles perched on its shoreline, but a late Bufflehead was welcome.  The north end of Skaha Lake produced Western Grebe and Ruddy Duck, two easy-to-miss species.  Another surprise was a Red Crossbill singing in the ponderosa pines of the small city park.  The trip down the east side of the lake added Eurasian Collared-Dove (surprisingly still absent from Penticton itself, but locally common everywhere else in the valley).

We reached Okanagan Falls at 9:45 a.m., about an hour behind schedule and slipping back on the species total.  An Eastern Kingbird—first of the year—flycatched by the dam, but we couldn’t find any dippers.  The Merlins were missing from downtown.  As we cycled past TIckleberry’s ice cream parlour I mused that it would be nice to see a Peregrine Falcon, and then noticed a bird above two soaring Red-tailed Hawks—a Peregrine!

The new species came thick and fast when we got to the marshes and birch woodlands of Vaseux Lake.  We cycled out to the dyke at the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory, adding all three species of teal in the flooded pasture.  I hadn’t told the others about the real reason to go out to the river, so they were happily surprised to see the Long-eared Owl on its nest!  A side trip out on the boardwalk was less productive as the lake seemed to have nothing but Redheads on it.  Conscious of our schedule, we stopped only briefly at the big cliffs, but couldn’t whistle up any wrens, nor could we see any Lewis’s Woodpeckers.  Fortunately a gorgeous Lewis’s flew by farther south along the lakeshore, and as we stopped to admire it a Rock Wren sang from a nearby bluff.  As we passed by the huge wall of McIntyre Bluff a Canyon Wren sang from the boulders at its base.  Phew. We cycled through the pines at Gallagher Lake, hoping to find our missing Red-breasted and White-breasted Nuthatches, but only added a Vaux’s Swift that dashed overhead.

Admiring a Lewis's Woodpecker at Vaseux Lake

Admiring a Lewis’s Woodpecker at Vaseux Lake

At the Okanagan River bridge just before 1 p.m. and paused to consider our options. The normal route would take us north up the formidable Secrest hill and on to White Lake for its sagebrush species.   But Road 22 was only 20 easy kilometres to the south and had been a frenzy of rare waterbird activity in the past few days.  Although the southern route would be significantly longer, we decided to give it a try, as John said “in the spirit of a true Birdathon, let’s do something crazy”.  So we turned south and cycled down the beautiful riverside trail to Oliver.  We quickly added three species, giving us the feeling that we’d made the right decision—a Western Wood-Pewee called, a Pileated Woodpecker flew overhead, and Eva spotted a family of Great Horned Owls roosting in a big tree.

At Road 9 we turned east to join the highway to scan Deadman Lake, but were mildly disappointed to add only Common Goldeneye there.  We arrived at Road 22 and were happy to see white birds in the flooded field.  Dang—only Ring-billed Gulls.  No Franklin’s Gulls, avocets or Snow Geese.  But two Long-billed Curlews foraged nearby, a Bobolink sang, then the real surprise as three Forster’s Terns flew low overhead!  A Greater White-fronted Goose made up for the lack of Snows.  We finally found the Red-necked Phalarope amongst the Wilson’s, spotted a Lesser Yellowlegs, and then happily added a flock of Bonaparte’s Gulls that arrived just as we were leaving.  We’d added 11 species at that one spot.

Birding frenzy at Road 22

Birding frenzy at Road 22

We took Black Sage Road north, where Seb somehow picked out a Northern Harrier perched in the marsh grass.  A stroll through the antelope-brush filled Christopher’s shoes with cacti, but no Lark Sparrow.  John pointed out the flooded field across the river—we scanned it hopefully and found the missing Snow Geese!  Just down the road a Lark Sparrow sang from the vineyards—species number 125 for the day, only one behind last year’s total.

The highlight of John's day was finding this gopher snake along the Okanagan River

The highlight of John’s day was finding this gopher snake along the Okanagan River

We got back onto the river trail, hoping to add something on the long road home.  The north wind had appeared as forecast, but we put our heads down and kept going.  We paused at Vaseux Lake to look at the Lewis’s Woodpecker again and were surprised to find another family of Great Horned Owls, this time in a burned-out ponderosa pine.  Scolding crows in Okanagan Falls were unfortunately after a Cooper’s Hawk, not a Merlin.

Almost home--evening sun along Skaha Lake

Almost home–evening sun along Skaha Lake

We decided to take the west side trail along Skaha Lake simply because it offered a lack of hills.  The first part is delightful, the second half scenic but rough and loose for road bikes.  A Belted Kingfisher was added after a two-hour drought, but no loons.  We checked the airport oxbow again and were happy to see a little group of Northern Shovelers.  A final side trip to Okanagan Lake produced nothing new from the bird world, but we did meet up with Kirk Safford’s cycling team (who had started at Max Lake, too, but somehow we’d missed them all day).  The West Bench hill provided our last challenge, but we were happy to get home at 9:06 p.m. with 127 species, having cycled 138 km.

I do this Birdathon to raise money for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory, which relies on the funds to monitor migrant bird populations in the Okanagan Valley.  You can donate to the cause by visiting my Birdathon website and clicking on “Give Now”.  Thank you!

Winter birding wonderland

January 8, 2013

It has been some time since I wrote in this blog, so I’ll try to squeeze an entire season—or maybe two—into one entry.  We’re having the snowiest winter in 15 years here in the Okanagan Valley—there were 9 inches of the stuff on the front lawn yesterday, and we had one or two more inches overnight.  Along with the snow, we’ve also had some other northern visitors gracing the valley since Halloween.

The SS Sicamous along a wintry shore of Okanagan Lake (January 2012 was a cold one!)

The SS Sicamous along a wintry shore of Okanagan Lake (January 2012 was a cold one!)

The first one—really more of a late fall migrant than an early winter visitor—showed up at one of my favourite winter birding spots, the S.S. Sicamous on the beach of Okanagan Lake in Penticton.  This old sternwheeler evokes thoughts of early days of European settlement in the Okanagan Valley when the communities up and down the lake were linked by steamships instead of roads.  My grandparents first arrived in Penticton in 1910 on the S.S. Okanagan, the predecessor of the Sicamous, which brought passengers down the lake from the railway station at Vernon.

But I digress—the ship is not the real birding attraction here, but an obvious landmark at the spot where the Okanagan River is born, flowing out of the south end of Okanagan Lake, on its way to the Columbia.  In winter this spot is favoured by a diverse group of diving ducks, a few grebes, a big flock of coots, and one or two American Dippers.  In the late fall large numbers of Common Mergansers loaf in the calm water above the dam that controls flow into the river, relaxing after their daily feed on kokanee spawning a few hundred metres downstream.  On Halloween I stopped at the Sicamous as part of my usual daily bicycle route and scanned the coots and ducks.  I cut my scan short because in the middle of the coots was a small, grey shorebird.  Swimming.  A Red Phalarope!  This species breeds in the high Arctic and usually migrates well offshore down the Pacific coast of British Columbia.  I’d only ever seen them while on boats off the west coast of Vancouver Island.  I called Laure Neish and other local birders—Laure managed to get a decent shot of the bird despite the dim late afternoon light.

The next unexpected visitors showed up a week later.  I stepped outside the back door to feed the chickens and heard the twittering of redpolls—18 of them in the birch tree.  While Common Redpolls can be, well, common in the valley some winters, I hadn’t seen any in the yard since moving back to the homestead 3 years ago.  I jumped on the bike and cycled around the neighbourhood to see what else might have arrived.  Just a few hundred metres down the road I heard the jeet-jeet of a White-winged Crossbill!  I scanned the top of a nearby spruce (this species is a spruce seed specialist) and there was a brilliant pair of these northern finches.  We’d only had one record in the previous 50 years of one in this neighbourhood.  A couple of days later one bounced off the living room window and sat on the patio long enough for me to snap a picture.  This was shaping up to be an interesting winter for finches.

Male White-winged Crossbill

Male White-winged Crossbill

But the big surprise came about 10 days later.  Chris Charlesworth found a Snowy Owl in Kelowna—too far to chase on my bicycle—then the next day he found another only a few kilometres from my house!  In all my life I’d only ever seen one of these huge Arctic owls in the valley.  I pedalled off and found the bird perched right on the shoulder of busy Highway 97 as it travels up the Okanagan lakeshore north to Summerland.  I thanked Chris for calling as he snapped a few photos, then pedalled back home.  To my shock, when I arrived home I found the body of the same owl on our kitchen counter—it had been struck by a car only moments after I’d left and Laure Neish (who had taken some photos a few minutes before the accident happened) had dropped the specimen off at my house.  As is typical of many of the Snowy Owls we see, the bird was quite emaciated and had a healthy population of feather lice.  Another one showed up in downtown Penticton on December 1st—two days later a friend snapped a photo of it eating a Mallard on a small lawn in front of the city library!  Various others were reported in the valley, then a friend called one evening to say that another was perched on the side of the highway again.  I drove down with my daughter Julia to see if it was OK, but we found it so weak it couldn’t fly.  We wrapped it in a blanket and our friend drove it to the local owl rehab centre, but it died the next day.  But still the owls kept coming—on January 6th another was seen downtown, so I cycled down through the slush to have a look.  Four Snowy Owls seen in one winter—and there are a couple of months to go.

McIntyre Bluff on a snowy Vaseux Lake Christmas Bird Count--listening for Canyon Wrens!

McIntyre Bluff on a snowy Vaseux Lake Christmas Bird Count–listening for Canyon Wrens!

Of course the main birding excitement for the past three weeks has been the Christmas Bird Count season.  I did my usual six counts in the south Okanagan.  The highlight on the Penticton count was another rare northern visitor—or rather a rare visitor from northern Eurasia.  Tom Lowery and Robyn de Young found a lovely male Brambling at their feeder in Summerland.  I still haven’t seen this bird after 4 attempts (one of them by bicycle on New Year’s Day), but Laure Neish has a photo here.  Pine Grosbeaks are scattered throughout the valley bottom, to add to the northern finch flavour of the season.  Three of the counts were held on day of heavy, prolonged snow, which accented the winter feeling but kept bird numbers down.  The best day for weather was December 30th, the day of the Cawston count.  After a full day of snow the day before, the world was sunny bright and the trees covered in hoarfrost.  The highlight was a glorious Prairie Falcon—new for the count—perched on a tree amidst the orchards.

Prairie Falcon, Cawston, BC; 30 December 2012

Prairie Falcon, Cawston, BC; 30 December 2012 (taken with phone camera through telescope)

The count season finished with another full day of snow in the highlands east of Osoyoos where we hold the Bridesville count.  Marg and I scoured the forests for birds, but the snow on the trees was thick and the birds were thin on the ground.  Just after lunch I spotted a dark lump in a roadside tree—a Northern Pygmy Owl intently scanning the ground for mice.  We ended up seeing three of these tiny predators that day—well worth the effort of all that hiking in the snow.

Northern Pygmy-Owl, Anarchist Mtn., BC; 5 January 2013 (taken with phone camera through telescope)

Northern Pygmy-Owl, Anarchist Mtn., BC; 5 January 2013 (taken with phone camera through telescope)


The Chilcotin adventure–part 3

September 18, 2012

It rained hard on our last night in Stuie.  The forests, which had been languidly late-summer quiet all week, were suddenly alive with migrant birds.  Swainson’s Thrushes were giving their bic calls everywhere, a Hammond’s Flycatcher peeped from the firs and was answered by a short snatch of song from another.  Robins and waxwings chased each other through the treetops and a bright yellow Wilson’s Warbler moved through the shrubs.  We said goodbye to Katie and Dennis and were off up The Hill—a much easier direction for the nerves, since you’re not looking down.

Dick with Chris Czajkowksi at her cabin in Kleena Kleene.

We decided to stop in Kleena Kleene to visit Chris Czajkowski, a well-known naturalist and author.  Chris had recently sold her wilderness lodge at Nuk Tessli and was busy upgrading her new cabin at Ginty Creek to running water.  The well had just been drilled, but there were still issues about the water quality and quantity.  We walked around her property in the brilliant sunshine, then had lunch on her porch, overlooking the plateau and distant mountains.

Then it was off to Riske Creek, where we were hoping to stay the night at the historic Chilcotin Lodge.  I’d last stayed here a couple of times during the 1980s when we based the UBC field ecology course out of the lodge.  We got to Riske Creek about 4:30 in the afternoon, and not only was there room in the Lodge—but we would have the place to ourselves!  We’d timed our visit well between the busy summer period and the fall hunting season.  Our host, Ria van der Klis, showed us around the various rooms—it had certainly been upgraded since the 1980s but retained that Chilcotin charm through and through.  We told Ria we’d be back for supper at 7, then drove off for a quick visit to Becher’s Prairie.

Becher’s Prairie at Rock Lake

Taking the inconspicuous turnoff just west of the Loran station (the tower was long gone!), we were soon at Rock Lake.  This lake is one of many rich water bodies on the Prairie, covered in Ruddy Ducks, Redheads, American Wigeon, Buffleheads and other waterfowl.  There were still some Eared Grebes in evidence; in midsummer the big bulrush marsh at the west end of the lake is home to one of the largest grebe colonies in British Columbia.  We clambered over the natural rock pile that gives the lake its name, but couldn’t find any garter snakes—this is a significant hibernaculum for the snakes, and you can often find hundreds here in the spring and fall.  I imagine we were there a bit early for the fall gathering.  A couple of migrant harriers coursed by, and Vesper Sparrows flew ahead of the car as we bounced along the track.

Foxtail barley, a good indicator plant for alkali soils, at Separating Lake, Riske Creek

We turned south at Racetrack Lake and returned to Riske Creek from the north, stopping for a walk at Separating Lake (there are many Separating Lakes and Separation Lakes in the BC Interior–named for their use by ranchers who separated cattle from mixed herds along their shores after a summer on common range) before getting back to the lodge.  Ria had prepared a fabulous dinner for us—probably the best steak I’ve ever had, and the setting further enhanced the flavour.  As we ate, I noticed a black bear wandering across the grasslands to the south in the setting sun, heading for the aspen thickets along Riske Creek itself.

The road down into Farwell Canyon

The following morning we had a huge Chilcotin breakfast, then drove south along the Farwell Canyon Road. Big logging trucks carrying lodgepole pine roared by in clouds of dust, but the morning haul was pretty much over as we reached the canyon.  At the bridge over the Chilcotin River, Tsilhqot’in fishers were netting sockeye salmon on their way upstream to Chilko Lake, as they had been doing for millennia.  We continued up the other side of the valley, then turned east onto towards the Gang Ranch.  We came out onto a wide vista of grassland and the mighty Fraser far below us, driving for miles through sunny grass and scattering sparrows and larks before reaching the ranch headquarters.

The Chilcotin River at Farwell Canyon

Tsilhqot’in netting sockeye in Farwell Canyon

The Fraser River at Gang Ranch

Before crossing the Fraser, we turned south to the Empire Valley and the Churn Creek Protected Area.  I’d visited this spot over 30 years ago with Parks Canada officials who were interested in creating a national park in the area—in the meantime it had been protected by the provincial government, which then enhanced the protected area with the purchase of the Empire Valley Ranch.  This is without a doubt one of the most spectacularly scenic parts of British Columbia (which is a pretty spectacular province) and well worth a visit.  Then we crossed the Fraser and returned to Highway 97 via the beautiful drive up Canoe Creek and along the Meadowlake Road.  The holiday was over too quickly, but it had been a wonderful journey through some of the finest landscapes in North America, and we vowed we would be back sooner next time.

The Chilcotin, part 2: Bella Coola

September 11, 2012

We stopped in at the general store in Tatla Lake before continuing on to Kleena Kleene and Anahim Lake.  We gassed up at Anahim, then struck out on the gravel portion of Highway 20—kept unpaved so that its famous hill is easier to maintain in winter.  As you go west from Anahim Lake the road climbs very gently to Heckman Pass, and enters Tweedsmuir Provincial Park in landscape of small lakes, cottongrass bogs, and forests blackened by recent fires.  Then the road literally drops off the plateau and plunges down the Young Creek Valley to the Atnarko River above Bella Coola.  The Hill, as it’s simply called, has attained almost mythical stature over the past 60 years.  Local residents asked the provincial government in the early 1950s to connect Bella Coola and Anahim Lake with a road, but government engineers said it couldn’t be done.  So the locals built it themselves, with Alf Bracewell driving his bulldozer from the Chilcotin side and another team working up from the bottom. The road is still impressively steep (18 percent grade in places) and lacking in guardrails, but has been widened somewhat in the past few years, so there are only a few truly white-knuckle, single lane corners where you look down into the chasm and wonder what would happen if you met a large truck at that moment.

A wide section of The Hill

All too soon you are down, and realize that because you’ve been concentrating on staying on the road you’ve missed the dramatic change from the spruce-pine forests of the plateau to the Douglas-fir and redcedar rainforests of the valley bottom.  After a few kilometres we turned off at the village (well, it’s really not a village, just a collection of a half-dozen small houses and cabins and a lodge) of Stuie.  Here we hoped to visit our friends Joan Sawicki and Gary Runka before finding a campsite for the night.  No reply came from a knock on the door, so I walked around the deck and saw a woman sitting at a patio table.  Although I didn’t recognize her, she immediately said “Hi Dick!” and added “I know your twin brother Syd from the Yukon and you know my husband Dennis”, and at that moment Dennis Kuch walked around the corner.  I’d met Dennis at various bird meetings and corresponded with him over the years about conservation issues.  His wife was Katie Hayhurst, another keen environmentalist; both of them had recently retired and moved to their Stuie home full time.  They were actually over at Joan and Gary’s just to use their wi-fi while their internet was under repair.

Atnarko River valley

To make a long story short, we spent a wonderful three days in the Bella Coola valley, sharing stories and meals with Dennis and Katie (it turned out that Joan and Gary were away, but in the true spirit of wilderness BC, Katie and Dennis let us into Joan and Gary’s “cabin” so we could spend our nights there) and exploring the rivers, trails and communities.  The Atnarko River, which flows past Stuie, is one of the two main tributaries of the Bella Coola, and is famous for its salmon runs and attendant grizzly bears.  Unfortunately a major flood event two autumns ago had seriously damaged the pink salmon spawning population, so fish were few this year, and grizzlies fewer.

Drifting down the Atnarko

On a morning walk upriver, we did see one small grizzly which was very agitated, and the noises coming from the bush along the trail made us suspect that its mother was nearby, so we quietly retreated.  That afternoon we rafted the Atnarko with a local guiding company, Kynoch Adventures.  We slowly drifted downstream, stopping regularly to wait and watch for bears, but saw only one—a teenager who dramatically darted out onto a riverside log, huffing and puffing, then just as quickly vanished into the forest.  The drift was a wonderful new look at a river—floating silently over rocks, around giant tree trunks, past magnificent stands of cottonwoods. And always the tremendous mountains towering above the valley.

Marg at the mouth of Clayton Falls Creek, looking out at North Bentinck Arm

We spent another day in the lower valley, exploring the towns of Bella Coola and Hagensborg.  The forest changes dramatically along this section of the road as well, the old growth Douglas-firs of Stuie being replaced by western hemlocks draped in luxuriant old man’s beard lichen on the outskirts of Bella Coola.   We marvelled at the beautiful Nuxalk artwork evident in poles, memorials and even school buildings.  Near the mouth of the Bella Coola River, we walked down to the sea shore—this is where Alexander Mackenzie reached the Pacific in 1793, the first European to cross North America by land, 12 years ahead of Lewis and Clark.

Nuxalk pole, Bella Coola

The Chilcotin–there and back again, part 1

September 10, 2012

On August 22nd, Marg and I headed out on a much-needed summer holiday.  I’d just got back from 10 days of meetings in Vancouver with a birding tour tacked on to the end of that, so we were ready for a break.  Our destination was the Chilcotin Plateau, a vast area of central British Columbia lying between the Fraser River and the Coast Mountains.  The Chilcotin has a good highway running through it so is relatively accessible, but for whatever reason lies off the main tourist routes in the province, and I think the locals prefer it that way.

I spent a wonderful 6 months living on the eastern edge of the plateau back in 1978.  My brothers and I had great job sampling aquatic insects over a 10-day cycle; since it only took us two and a half days to do all the sampling each cycle, it gave us a lot of time to explore the Chilcotin in the other seven and  half days.  Don’t worry—we weren’t paid much for this, in fact we were each paid one-third the normal salary for a research assistant.  But the office conditions and perks were well worth the meagre pay, and I’ve had a soft spot in my heart for the region ever since.  I had only visited the Chilcotin on a few occasions since, and Margaret had never been, so we were looking forward to the adventure.

View from Bracewell’s Wilderness lodge

Our first day was one long drive—we had to be in Tatlayoko Lake in time for dinner, since I was going to a board meeting of the Nature Conservancy of Canada there.  We motored from Penticton over the Coquihalla Connector to Merritt, then across the plateau to Logan Lake and the huge Highland Valley copper mine, down the big hill into Ashcroft, across the Thompson River and north past Clinton onto the heights of the Cariboo Plateau.  We stopped for lunch at Williams Lake, enjoying the trails at the Scout Island Nature Centre, before gassing up and turning west on to Highway 20, the main artery of the Chilcotin.  The highway descends into the steep-walled Fraser Valley and crosses it on the Engineers Bridge.  The valley walls are covered with grass and sagebrush at low elevations and big Douglas-firs toward the top.  Huge limestone outcrops along the river look very un-British Columbian—they are in fact part of the Cache Creek terrane, bits of tropical sea floor squashed between the old coast of North American and the incoming Quesnellia terrane about 180 million years ago.  Above the limestone is a thick cap of basalt, laid down much more recently when the Chilcotin was awash in lava a few million years ago.

The road winds up and up to the top of the plateau, then turns west across a remarkably flat landscape—Becher’s Prairie.  This was our old stomping grounds in 1978—a bit of the Great Plains transported into the British Columbia mountains; golden grasslands dotted with ponds and small lakes.  Beyond Riske Creek the highway makes another long descent, this time into the Chilcotin Valley. We followed the Chilcotin upstream for miles, past the tiny communities of Hanceville, Alexis Creek and Redstone.  In its lower reaches the Chilcotin is a big, milky blue river, fed by the glacial waters of Chilko Lake and the Chilko River.  But above Bull Canyon and the confluence with the Chilko, the Chilcotin is a more sedate stream, flowing clear and dark through spruce-willow swamps.

Beach time at Tatlayoko

Throughout the afternoon the Coast Mountains were getting closer, starting as a few peaks poking above the horizon, then by Tatla Lake a real range of rock and ice to the southwest.  We turned south at Tatla for the short side trip into Tatlayoko Lake.  The road goes over a small pass and enters the Homathko River drainage—at Tatlayoko you are only 65 km from saltwater at the head of Bute Inlet.

Tatlayoko Lake Bird Observatory

The scenery of the Tatlayoko valley is simply stunning—the big blue lake, towering mountains iced with small glaciers and snowfields, the hayfields golden green along the river.  We stopped in at the Lincoln Creek Ranch, one of several properties owned in the valley by the Nature Conservancy of Canada (NCC).  NCC has been actively purchasing ranches and buying conservation covenants here (while allowing local ranchers to continue working on the properties) because of the valley’s importance as a corridor for migrating birds and big mammals.  Grizzly bears are common here, feeding on the lush vegetation in early summer before many of them move over the Potato Mountains to Chilko Lake to gorge on sockeye salmon in early fall.

Skinner Meadow and the Niut Range

At Lincoln Creek we met some of the other board members and staff, then carpooled down the east side of the lake to Bracewell’s Wilderness lodge, our home for the next few days.  After supper we were regaled with stories from Gerry Bracewell, the matriarch of the family, whose tales of life on the Chilcotin were spell-binding—particularly the story of how her husband Alf built the highway down the hill to Bella Coola (more on that later).  Between meetings we visited the Tatlayoko Lake Bird Observatory, a migration monitoring station operated by NCC, and other key properties.  On the last day we had lunch up at Skinner Meadows before parting ways.  Marg and I were headed north and west to the Bella Coola Valley, a bit of Shangri La on the central coast.

Bicycle Birdathon: the 2012 edition

May 21, 2012

I had great hopes for a good Birdathon this year.  The forecast for the day was ideal for cycling—overcast with a high about 22⁰C (72⁰F), south wind picking up in the afternoon.  On top of that, I’d been on my bike a lot more this spring, so my legs (and rear end) were in better shape for a long day in the saddle than in previous years.  The only downside was that a recent warm spell had seen a lot of high-elevation and northern birds clear out of the bottom of the Okanagan Valley where we would be cycling, unlike last year when we put up with cold, wet weather but got 131 species, a very nice total for a totally non-motorized day (biking to and from home).

Our team, the V-Vaseux Vireos, gathered at my place on the West Bench of Penticton at 2:30 a.m. and we were off at 2:45.  Our team name came from the fact that there were five (V) of us and we were doing the Birdathon to raise funds for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory.  The Vireo part was just bird alliteration, as well as perhaps a nod to the best bird ever found at the Observatory, a Black-capped Vireo.  With me were Sebastián Pardo, Tanya Seebacher and Josie Symonds; we would meet the fifth team member, Eva Durance, about 2 kilometres up the road since she was cycling from her home as well.  On top of raising funds for VLBO, we would be one of seven teams competing in the Okanagan Big Day Challenge, a fun event held annually since 1986.

The V-Vaseux Vireos: Sebastián Pardo, Eva Durance, Josie Symonds, Tanya Seebacher and Dick Cannings

As we met Eva, a Killdeer called—species number one at 3:02 a.m.  A Song Sparrow sang briefly as we entered the narrow Max Lake valley, and when we stopped at the first marsh a Virginia Rail called on cue.  We woke some California Quail from their slumbers as we clattered by some shrubs, then heard the loud whinnying calls of Soras coming from the main marsh.  The eyes of a Common Poorwill gleamed in the light from our headlamps as it sat on the road, looking for moths.  We pedalled further up the rough dirt road to get into Flammulated Owl territory, the primary goal of this nocturnal foray.  At the end of the road we heard a soft hoot coming from the mountain to the north and could check the owl off on the list—species number seven at 3:48 a.m.  It was a relatively mild night, so we lay down in the bunchgrass and waited for dawn to wake up the songbirds.  The night was filled with poorwill song as the sky lightened, and the owl kept calling.  Just after 4 a.m. a Townsend’s Solitaire and an American Robin piped up, and within minutes the valley was filled with the songs of these thrushes, soon joined by Spotted Towhees, Chipping Sparrows and Nashville Warblers.  The owl and poorwills were still in full song at 4:20, leading us to think that we didn’t have to get up so early to find these night birds.

We got back on the bikes at about 4:35 and began the ride downhill through the early dawn.  Western Tanagers and Black-headed Grosbeaks had joined the chorus, and things were looking on track until I heard Eva call out in surprise behind me on one of the hills.  Her front tire had hit some sand on the track and she had fallen badly.  Fortunately she wasn’t injured beyond badly scraped fingers, a nasty bruise on her face and sore ribs, but her rear gear-changer was broken, a serious problem for a long day of cycling.  After going over the options, she decided that she would make a quick detour to her home after we left Max Lake, since she had an old bike that was serviceable for the day.

We continued down the road, checking off species after species in that exciting part of a Birdathon where every second bird is new.  A Rock Wren sang at the gravel pit—something that would save us a half-hour of cycling at Vaseux Lake—and an American Kestrel watched from the power line.  We’d missed kestrel entirely last year, so that was a huge relief.  Back at the house, we did some quick rearranging of packs, watching all the while for Black-chinned Hummingbird at the feeders.  The black-chin never showed, though, so when Eva appeared on her replacement bike we headed down the hill to Penticton, hoping that we could find that hummer later in the day.  From the KVR trail we listened in vain for Yellow-breasted Chat—presumably the males at this site hadn’t arrived back from their winter haunts yet.  A Ring-necked Pheasant called from the fields, and a Veery called from the woods below.

Once at the Okanagan River channel, we cycled north on the dyke to Okanagan Lake.  I check this site almost daily and had been worried about how empty of birds it had been in the last week.  But directly off the SS Sicamous jetty was a little flock of Bufflehead and tucked in with them was an Eared Grebe—my first of the year and a rare migrant here.  Then seven Northern Shovelers landed with a splash in front of us!  The only thing missing was a loon, so we decided to make the extra trip along the beach to the yacht club in hopes of finding one.  The mixed scaup flock was still at the yacht club, where an immature Ring-billed Gull, but Sebastian pointed out the biggest surprise—an adult Herring Gull perched on a pole, something I hadn’t seen for weeks.  But no loon.

Adult Great Horned Owl clutching a pigeon in downtown Penticton

We cycled back via Westminster Avenue, hoping to see one of the Great Horned Owls that had nested there this spring.  The three young had fledged in the first week of April, but I hoped that the family would still be in the area.  We scanned the trees as we cycled along, and finally, near the end of the avenue, we found one of the adults, clutching a freshly-killed pigeon in its talons.  Back on the river channel, we turned south for Skaha Lake.  I was happy to see a pair of Wood Ducks flying overhead, as I see this inconspicuous species only occasionally, even though they nest along the channel.  The airport oxbow really came through—single male Blue-winged and Cinnamon Teals and a Pectoral Sandpiper.

At Skaha Lake Park I stopped to listen for Pygmy Nuthatches despite the hubbub from the finish line of the Peach City Half-Marathon, and within a minute we heard the shrill piping calls of this ponderosa pine specialist.  As usual, we found ourselves weaving through runners on our route along the east side of Skaha Lake, but did find two late Horned Grebes.  We were in Okanagan Falls by 10 a.m., about a half-hour behind schedule despite the north wind that had been at our backs.  We checked our species total—95—a little off our planned 100-by-10 pace.  We decided to not bother looking for dippers at the dam—I hadn’t seen them there the day before—but did check the local Merlin nest and weren’t disappointed as the male flew in screaming within a minute or two.

Walking over to the river at the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory site, we added a number of marsh species—Redhead, Marsh Wren, Common Yellowthroat, Yellow-headed Blackbird, and a handsome male Northern Harrier.  A Belted Kingfisher—a good find this time of year—perched next to the channel, and an American Coot hugged the shoreline.  At the north end of the lake we found three target species quickly—White-throated Swift, Lewis’s Woodpecker and Canyon Wren—but the lake itself held nothing new.  We kept scanning the water as we cycled south, and finally found a Common Loon at the very end of the lake.

Scanning the Okanagan River channel north of Oliver

I stopped the gang at McIntyre Bluff to scan the huge rock face for Peregrine Falcons—this is one of the local nest sites and I’d seen a bird there a few days ago.  But the sky was empty save for wheeling, chattering White-throated Swifts, and the only new bird was a brilliant male Western Bluebird carrying a big bug to a nest box.  We reached River Road at about 12:30, almost an hour behind schedule, but luckily I’d built a spare hour into the plans for this eventuality.  I decided to go south down Island Road to search its deciduous woods for Downy Woodpecker and Bewick’s Wren, but the big surprise there was a singing Yellow-breasted Chat.  Back on River Road, we looked at the north end for Black-chinned Hummingbirds, but found no hummers at all.

A Cooper’s Hawk provided a bit of a boost for our spirits as we approached the steepest hill on our route—Secrest Road.  I let the others forge on ahead as I struggled up the slope, and although I did stop once to cool down in the wind (now miraculously from the south as we turned north), I managed to pedal most of the way up, a major improvement over past performances.  At the top I found the team watching a Hairy Woodpecker, a species we’d missed last year, but the Lark Sparrow I’d found a few days before refused to show in the now-strong wind.  A Cassin’s Finch called, ending my worries about missing this common species, but the the Park Rill woodlands failed to produce that other Cassin’s—the Vireo.  Considering our name, it wouldn’t do to go home without at least two species, and so far we’d only tallied Warbling Vireo.

At 2 p.m. we turned north onto the White Lake Road and began the long trip home—65 kilometres on the odometer and about 55 left to go.  Our species list was still pretty scanty—only 116, about 10 less than the plan suggested, so we had no choice but to do the Mahoney Lake side trip to try add a few more.  We quickly bumped into Tanya Luszcz, one of the Chafing for Chickadees team, and gradually found the rest of their large team (7 in all) scattered along the road).  After exchanging a few pleasantries, we pedalled on ahead to avoid awkward situations of pointing out new birds—this was a competition after all.

I’d checked out Mahoney Lake the day before on my Meadowlark Festival tour, and thankfully the Barrow’s Goldeneyes were still there along with the single immature female Common Goldeneye.  But the Ring-necked Ducks that had been on Green Lake were nowhere to be seen, so we turned around and made the return 7.5-kilometre trip to the White Lake Road, battling the south wind all the way.  From here the road climbs steadily for about 5 kilometres to White Lake.  Half way up I suggested we stop for a short hike into a Western Screech-Owl nest box even though I knew it was very unlikely to see either of the owls.  The Northern Pygmy-Owl that had been so cooperative here in April also failed to respond to my whistles, but we did hear a brief song from a Cassin’s Vireo.

Sebastián counting Wilson’s Phalaropes on White Lake

The south wind was really howling at White Lake, but a Brewer’s Sparrow gave its canary-like trill and some distant shorebirds on the lake itself suggested that a hike down to the shoreline would be worthwhile.  Fanning out, we hiked through the sagebrush in hopes of flushing the pair of Gray Partridge I’d seen a couple of times in the last week, but we dipped on that possibility.  At the fenceline I scoped the shore again and saw that the shorebirds were Wilson’s Phalaropes, without the Greater Yellowlegs that had been there last weekend.  By now the skies looked seriously threatening, and the darkness was probably deepened by the partial solar eclipse that was going on behind the clouds.  We stopped at the St. Andrew’s marsh and did hear and glimpse the Wilson’s Snipe I’d seen there regularly in the past week.

Storm clouds over the White Lake basin

At 6:30 p.m. we pulled into Three Gates Farm, home of my friend Doreen Olson.  We were greeted by a pair of White-breasted Nuthatches, a species we’d been searching for all day.  Doreen offered to refill our empty water bottles and invited us in to watch the hummingbird feeders from the warmth of her kitchen.  There, the Black-chinned Hummingbird male appeared within seconds, so after a short rest we got back on the bikes for the final leg of the trip.  A light drizzle had begun to fall, but home was only 20 kilometres away.  Sailing down the highway hill north of Kaleden we could see the Chafing for Chickadees team on the railway trail far below us (we later found they’d seen a Lark Sparrow at the north end of the trail—only a few metres from our route, and had also seen the dipper at Okanagan Falls—arrgh!).  We turned back up the Okanagan River channel and made a quick check of the airport oxbow—an American Wigeon was there, something we’d missed in the morning (but again, we missed the Ring-necked Duck the C for C team found there a few minutes later).

Although the comforts of home were calling loudly, I convinced the others that a check of Okanagan Lake would be worthwhile.  The rain continued to fall, the beach was busier with people than it had been at 7 a.m., and we couldn’t find anything new along its length, so we turned around and headed back for the river.  As we struggled past the sternwheeler S.S. Sicamous I saw something white on the dark water, so stopped for a look—a Western Grebe!  It was 8:27 p.m. and time to go home.  We only had one more hill to climb—the West Bench hill, and it seemed to be the easiest hill of the day.  The house was filled with birders and chatter about the day; I enjoyed a beer and a plate of curry, then climbed into bed.

I woke at 6:30 a.m., fed the chickens, made myself a cup of coffee, then sat down to figure out how many species we’d seen.  Our three lists had gotten out of whack through the day so we didn’t have an exact total at the end.  After adding three species to my list, then deleting one of the double-counted Western Kingbirds, I came up with a figure of 126 species for the day.  A very respectable total, and coincidentally close to our distance travelled—just shy of 123 kilometres.

By 9:30 the house was full of birders again as the 28 participants in the Okanagan Big Day Challenge gathered to tell stories of their adventures.  Doug Brown and Doug Ghrist–who had driven around the Oliver-Osoyoos Christmas Bird Count circle–came out on top with 133 species.  The Green Team award for best non-motorized transport day was a very close affair–but after several judicial recounts the Vireos were declared winners over the Chafing for Chickadees–126 to 125.  The Wilson’s Warblers of Kelowna came up with the bird of the day–a White-faced Ibis at the mouth of Mission Creek–and the Shuttleworth Shufflers got the Sour Grapes Award for missing Rock Pigeon.  A great day, great fun, and thousands of dollars raised for the Vaseux Lake Bird Observatory–you can follow our fund-raising totals (and donate yourself if you like) by clicking here, then clicking on one of names of the team members.

The V-Vaseux Vireos with their Okanagan Big Day Challenge hardware!