The March 4th-Wednesday Golden Gate Bird Alliance walk was cancelled, like pretty much everything else in this first month of the recognized pandemic, but I strolled down to the usual starting place at the usual time. (Strolled ’cuz I left the spotting scope home – scopes want to be shared, and there’s no way to share a scope and maintain social distancing and surface cleanliness – meaning I wouldn’t have to slog back up the hill with it. And with all the news of beach closures, I didn’t like the chance of the entry being blocked to cars – which it wasn’t, but the exercise was good.)
Anyway, one intrepid birder joined me for much of the walk, carefully hovering six feet away, and we saw or heard 42 species of birds – more than in any of the past three years, despite the reduction in eyes and optics on the hunt – mainly because the weather was rather better than in preceding March trips. Partly cloudy, meaning partly sunny, and often without cold winds….
The first biggest observation: the island trees held zero nesting cormorants. The remnants of last year’s nests clung to the branches, but no one was rebuilding. We did see half a dozen Double-crested Cormorants on the floats, including one with beautiful white crests like an Easter Bunny costume, so maybe April will see some action. On the other hand, another cormorant on the floats was so pale it looked like a new-fledged juvenile; maybe they’re nesting elsewhere this year.
Lots of courting action on the lake: Two male Common Goldeneyes were trying to impress the same female with the length of their necks (a drake can reach his tail with the back of his head, even though they usually look like they don’t have necks at all), and several pairs of Eared Grebes were swimming side by side and showing off their gold and copper and steel party clothes, some of the flashiest among North American birds. Ruddy Ducks were everywhere – the most numerous bird on the lake – and many of the drakes lived up to their name for a change: brilliant russet backs to go with their black caps, white cheeks, and sky-blue bills.
Hank-the-Rescue-Pelican had a friend, a first for March since 2010 (and that may have been a misguided checkmark for Helen, the lake’s previous rescue pelican). Hmmmm. Hank can hope, and so can we, but the chances aren’t good.…