Beginner’s Luck: My First Golden Gate Bird Alliance Birding Trip
By Kara Henderson
My excitement faded with each step I took as sheets of water fell. I hadn’t received word the field trip—my first—had been canceled, but how many birds would we really see in this weather? Twenty minutes later, I arrived at Fort Mason Community Garden and was greeted by a dozen or so hardy folks. David—a volunteer guide with the Golden Gate Bird Alliance, along with Erica and John—briefed us on the upcoming two hours: “This corner of the peninsula hosts many habitats—186 species of birds were counted last year. We’ll start here, make our way to the bay and then wrap up at the General’s Residence where a Great Horned Owl couple has been spotted once or twice. Birds hunker down in the rain but need to come out for food.” And as if on cue, the rain stopped, and we were off through saturated plots of flowers and vegetables.

Our first sightings did not disappoint. A red-shafted Northern Flicker rested on a pine’s crown like a Christmas tree topper. The underside of its wing feathers blazed a fiery streak as it flew away, but its voice was never far for long. Two—TWO!—Northern Mockingbirds fluttered and danced on a picnic table. Anna’s Hummingbirds whizzed past, sooty Fox Sparrows raked and foraged and California Towhees posed. All of them delighted, but my heart and head still hung on three words: Great Horned Owl. Onward.
As we gathered above Aquatic Cove, winter’s chill made itself home within my bones. Western Grebes floated and Brown Pelicans and various gulls soared. But the real scene-stealer, thanks to John’s scope, was the Black Skimmer—12 in all—hiding out among cormorants on the breakwater. More likely found in southern California, catching a glimpse of the skimmer’s striking black-on-white plumage and orange-streaked, scissor-like bill drew smiles as we each took turns viewing. “Just where were those Great Horned Owls?” I asked David.

Trekking through Black Point Historic Gardens, I bottled the smell of damp fresh earth in my memory, while the sound of waves hitting the beach and fans cheering on swimmers wafted from the park below. Nearly at the end of our trip, we had been graced by 58 different species of avian life. An embarrassment of riches, I would have gone home with a spring in my step.…