So started my day and so it continued. I have never shown a particular leaning towards terns before, in fact I sometimes find them rather tricky, but today I developed an unexplainable fascination for the family.
It was early morning, the sun was just up and I was on a raised bank about 5meters above the level of the incoming tide.
Forster’s Terns were searching for food, occasionally hovering at about 8 meters before plunging towards the water, putting me in a good position for photographs. I set my camera to maximum FPS and AI Servo Focus to keep up with the action.
Smaller birds were the Least Terns, They seemed to prefer hovering higher than the Forster’s and would make step descents before taking the final plunge.
Big gull-like terns were Caspian, but I had to check them carefully as there was the possibility of the similar Royal Terns in the area.
A flock of Black Skimmers swooped up and over the road bridge on Warner, back down to the water’s surface and they were gone. They were too quick for me. Now I know that if I venture to suggest that skimmers are terns, some of my more vigilant readers may scoff. They are related in the Charadriiformes order, but then so are curlews, stints, gulls and guillemots. While the Terns are members of the Sternidae family, the skimmers are related within the Rhychopidae. Taxanomically, they are next door neighbours as well as first cousins. Morphologically, they share more similarities than differences. So for today, they will be terns.
The fifth species was Elegant Tern, but again close inspection was required. Many of the birds heading to roost were flying singly, while later in the day, the birds heading out to feed seemed to be doing so as couples.
There is an area close to the boardwalk where the gulls and terns like to roost, so I would head there later to examine them on the ground, but for now, I was enjoying the Forster’s Terns. As well as fishing, they were pair-bonding. They flew high, the male (I’m assuming) above with his wings held at an acute dihedral angle; the female (by process of assumptive elimination) banked gently from side to side beneath him. On the ground, they offered one another small gifts of fish and kept up a constant chattering.
As the water level rises in the northern lagoon, it is forced through a pipe, under the dividing road and into the next lagoon. More Forster’s Terns were fishing the tide here as it channelled through the pipe.
As they rose up out of the water after diving for a fish, they would shake themselves, much as a dog might, to get the excess water off.
On a hill over looking the lagoons, a small wooded area holds a few Great Blue Heron nests. Earlier in the morning, the herons had been hunting in the wildflower meadows close by until the Red-shouldered Blackbirds chased them off. Now, in the freshwater lake, they were looking to feed their chicks by the more accepted method associated with herons.
Low bank-side weeds provided a stage for the local speciality of Savannah Sparrow. This is Belding’s Sparrow.
After a brief sidetrack, I was back to the terns. An area by the boardwalk has been fenced off and allows the terns to nest in peace and quiet (if such a thing is ever likely at a tern colony). While the Forster’s Terns were still the prevalent species, Least Terns were increasing in number here. A small flock of Elegant Terns were roosting on an island in the back lagoon.
Despite seeing many flying over, the larger terns were not well represented on the roosts. Only when I looked South from the boardwalk did I see an island with a large flock of Black Skimmers and the bigger sternidae.
I would really love to get a picture of a skimmer skimming and an idea struck me. When they came out on to the water to feed, they would probably fly straight up this stretch of water towards me, offering the perfect opportunity to photograph them. So I settled in to wait.
Just in case you are unfamiliar with skimmers, they are famed and named for their manner of feeding.
They fly along just above the surface of the water with their bill open and the bottom mandible lowered into the water.
If the skimming bird crosses the path of a fish, the head flexes down as the bill snaps shut. It seems a bit hit and miss, but it seems to work. If you look closely, you might just see the little morsel the bird in the picture below has caught.
Many times the flock took flight as if spooked by a Peregrine Falcon, but they soon settled again, too far away for a photograph. Then a wonderful thing happened. Another photographer arrived and struck up a conversation about my lens. We discussed stuff for a while before he unexpectedly asked if I would like a go of his lens. It was a Canon 500mm F4, why did he feel the need to ask, I wonder? He set it up on a sturdy tripod with a gymbal head mount and left me to it.
I felt like a Cypriot with a scattergun, shooting everything I could see and soon filled up an 8GB card.
The 4 Black Skimmers above as well as the Snowy Egret, Short-billed Dowitcher and the Marbled Godwit in flight were all taken with the big lens.
It was certainly a hit with the ladies too, drawing admiring glances and saucy remarks from passers-by. If you have not seen a Canon 500mm F4, picture a bucket on the front of a camera and you won't be far off.
Other photographers started to arrive as afternoon turned to evening. They told me that skimmers are nocturnal feeders and do not usually make their move until the evening is well advanced. I hadn’t known this, but it fitted in with what I had seen today. At around 18.00, they began to come out onto the water, just one or two to start with, but as the evening drew on, small parties began to feed. I was surprised by their size, speed and manoevreability. It was hard to keep the camera on them.
The boardwalk interrupts their skim path so they suddenly have to pull up and gain altitude to carry them over the rails. When a large bird such as this with such an impressive beak is hurtling towards you at great speed, it is hard not to duck.As predicted it was only once the light was leaving the sky that they came out in force. Close to the water while feeding, they move in a perfect synchronous formation. In the sky, they are awkward and haphazard.
I had the opportunity to compare the results of both lenses and I must say that the 500mm F4 is a great lens, but….. it does not come with the vital accessory to compliment it, a porter. The size and weight of the lens itself plus the sturdier tripod and gymbal mount would make it impractical as a travelling lens. The 100-400 is much more convenient, light and can be hand held. Therefore, despite Carl having to wrestle it from me, I will not be getting a 500mm F4. I shall stick to the smaller, more useful lens and resign myself to the ladies admiring Carl’s equipment instead of mine.
But just in case I start pining for the power and clarity of the 500mm F4 and begin to resent the limitations of my 100-400 F4.5-5.6, I have included a couple of comparison pictures to commend the smaller lens.
In fact, this may be my favourite one of the skimmers!
Of course terns were not the only birds at Bolsa Chica today.
A few waders were still hanging around after the rest had headed north. Willet, Short-billed Dowitchers and Marbled Godwits were the most numerous. These pictures were also taken with the 100-400.
Species seen; 58
Pied-billed Grebe 1, Brown Pelican 40, Double-crested Cormorant 12, Snowy Egret 15, Great Blue Heron 4, Great Egret 2, Black-crowned Night-heron 6, White-faced Ibis 5, Mallard 10 Gadwall 5, Ruddy Duck 8, Red-tailed Hawk 1, Coopers Hawk 3, American Kestrel 1, Black-necked Stilt 12, American Avocet 15, Grey Plover 4, Semipalmated Plover 5, Kildeer 2, Snowy Plover 2, Short-billed Dowitcher 35, Marbled Godwit 50, Whimbrel 6, Long-billed Curlew 4, Lesser Yellowlegs 2, Spotted Sandpiper 1, Willet 50, Ruddy Turnstone 2, Red Knot 6, Sanderling 2, Western Sandpiper 15, Ring-billed Gull 4, California Gull 25, Western Gull 40, Caspian Tern 30, Elegant Tern 100, Forster’s Tern 200, Least Tern 60, Black Skimmer 200, Mourning Dove 8, Anna’s Hummingbird 5, Allen’s Hummingbird 3, Say’s Phoebe 1, Violet-green Swallow 6, Northern Rough-winged Swallow 2, American Barn Swallow 20, Northern Mockingbird 1, American Crow 6, Common Raven 1, Common Starling 30, House Finch 30, Wilson’s Warbler 6, California Towhee 3, Belding’s Sparrow 8, Song Sparrow 2, Red-winged Blackbird 8
(Long Beach, Los Angeles was my scheduled trip for this week), secondly, find the right habitat i.e. chaparral. To this end, I found myself at Santiago Oaks Regional Park near Villa Park in Orange County, California (Google Earth 33 49 18N 117 46 31W). I received a very warm welcome from the lady who mans the gate from 07.00 ‘til sunset and takes the $5 fee per car.
Birds were apparent as soon as I stepped out of the car. Some Western Scrub-jays and a Northern Mockingbird flew over, a California Towhee watched from a wall and a flock of parrots, possibly red-crowned, probably alien, called raucously. Rather gallingly, Red-crowned Parrot would be a red crayon bird in other circumstances. Another non-native, a Nutmeg Mannikin, flitted through the Historic Orange Grove.
Here were Acorn Woodpeckers, Bushtits, Spotted Towhees and in the higher branches, Yellow-rumped Warblers. Two woodpeckers landed in a tree just ahead, stopped very briefly and flew off, but they stayed long enough for me to get a good look and identify them as 
Below them a Cottontail Rabbit was feeding watchfully.
Chaparral is a heath-like community of plants characterised by low-growing drought-resistant plants such as Black Sage and California Buckwheat, with emergent individuals such as Yucca and Sugarbush. The actual constituents can vary with altitude and distance from the coast. The normally arid conditions in which it grows makes it prone to fire.
I continued for a short while in the pleasant company of a lady named Valerie, before deciding to move on. A White-tailed Kite gave us a fly-by as we made our way back down the canyon slopes.
A family of Acorn Woodpeckers were maintaining their food store in a utility pole while Western Scrub-jays undermined them by stealing their acorns.
A fenced area contains a small circuit leading visitors through well-attended feeders with the added facility of a comfortable, rain-proof porch to watch from. 
California Quail, White-crowned and Golden-crowned Sparrows, Spotted and California Towhees pecked for feed on the ground. A Northern Mockingbird watched from the top of a cactus.
The day had turned brighter and Valerie heard a thrasher calling from the slopes across the road from the feeder garden. She pinpointed the area with some advice from the warden and we climbed the trail to see if we could find it.
It was a 
The wind was cold now and the rain was starting, but a quick trot along the boardwalk produced 20+ species. Snowy Plover, Royal Tern were species not seen on the previous visit and a very close look at a Surf Scoter made the discomfort worth while.
A Willet and a Marbled Godwit showed very well on a tiny patch of sand left by the retreating tide.
I had never noticed an Eared Grebe’s pre-dive routine before today. The usual appearance of this species on the surface is like a fluffy ball. 
Just before it dives, it contracts it’s feathers, expelling all the air and dramatically reducing in size and buoyancy. Then it is ready to submerge which it does with an elegant dive. 
A Snowy Egret allowed me to approach closely and this time I remembered to underexpose by a couple of thirds to prevent his whiteness burning out the detail.
A pair of Black Oystercatchers were working a mussel bed by the Aqualink ferry at Dock 4. It struck me that a boat ride might be a nice idea. At $5 for a 20 minute trip to Alamitos Bay Landing, it seemed good value, so much so that I came back again. As an added treat we made a stop beside the Queen Mary at her permanent mooring.
and a Western Gull that took exception to it’s own reflection in the cockpit window.
Today was my highest ever Peregrine Falcon count. The first was seen flying straight at me from my hotel window. The second, from the boat and the third was circling the top of the Wells Fargo building at the corner of Pine Street. With such close proximity, the chances are that it was the same bird or part of a pair, but each was separated by enough time, distance and direction to count separately.
Do NOT try this on a Sunday! I did, but I am a trained professional.
The bus stop is right by the beach and some Heerman’s Gulls were showing well. I took a few moments on the beach, scanning just beyond the surf line and seeing thousands of dark ducks which proved to be Surf Scoters with a few Brown Pelicans scattered amongst them.
A small roost of gulls held Californian and Ring-billed Gulls.
I was very lucky to be able to get so close and luckier still as other birds joined them. Western Sandpipers and Dunlin fed on the very edge while Marbled Godwits and Willets were able to wade a little deeper. 
A Double-crested Cormorant was huddled in the saltmarsh vegetation. On the deeper water, Lesser Scaup, Bufflehead and Eared Grebe dived to feed. It was clear enough to be able to watch the grebe under water.
At the southern end of the first body of water, a sluice gate empties from a relief channel. This channel passes through the reserve draining it and annexing a freshwater area to the north. 
A Ring-billed Gull was posing nicely.
Blue-winged Teal, Northern Pintail, American Wigeon and Mallard. A Harrier sat out on the marsh. 
On the bank below me I had my best ever view of a Western Meadowlark. The river behind me was full of Ruddy duck with some American Coots. In the river side vegetation, Belding’s Sparrows scuttled about like little mice.
The lighter mottled sides, the brighter bill and lightness around the eye suggested I should.
The picture was taken later on at a closer approach. Unfortuneately, it seemed to have run out of steam by then.
The Western Sandpipers thronged the mud in their many hundreds. I had hoped to find a few Least Sandpipers Amongst them and had been combing the flocks for a more conspicuously marked pelage and yellowy legs. 
At last I found one and then two, three, four. From that moment on it seemed that all the tiny peeps were least. Beyond them I noticed a Little Ringed Plover and had to correct myself to a fellow birder. It was of course a Semi-palmated Plover.
Just for a second, I thought it was a Curlew Sandpiper.
the day and a Red-breasted Merganser came close enough to show off her teeth.
More Least Sandpiper were joined by an American Avocet in the shallows. I turned inland with an idea to look up some burrowing owls that the mad woman had mentioned. 
A Green Heron sat well for me as I walked east, but joggers disturbed this American Kestrel immediately after the picture. 
Sadly, when I reached the described spot, some owl botherers had skipped the fence into the protected area and were creeping about very close to the burrow.
A close look at a Peregrine made up for missing the owls and two local ladies, Zorissa and Sammy, shared the sight. On a bank beneath the falcon, California Towhees and White-crowned Sparrows appeared not to have seen it.