Petrel-ized!

Hurricane Newton sky photos from WIKI and AccuWeather.  Note how the storm covers a wide area from the Galápagos Islands in South America to Mexico. 

 I'm not sure how this all started.  But I was supposed to take a week off from blogging.  Apparently that wasn't going to be the plan.  In an event like no other in my life, I, along with many Arizona birders, experienced fallout from Hurricane Newton this past week. 

The storm is predicted during this time period to hit Arizona.  Birders are watching carefully. 

 It started off as an innocent storm around the equator and developed into something larger.  Forecasters began to warn us that this storm was heading straight towards us, the desert dwellers.  I've lived here for 20 years now and have never seen anything like it. Sure, we've had tropical storms but not quite like this one. I paced my house worrying about the torrential rains.  In fact, when the storm was about to hit us, I felt a bit of anxiety.  Would the rain shoot through our windows again like it had earlier this month?  People were saying to expect horizontal rain(the worst kind of rain if you're a homeowner).  The night before the storm I couldn't sleep because I was worried.  I didn't want to drive through flooded streets to get to work and had seriously considered taking the day off.  Looking back on it, I should have taken the day off, but not because of the flooding. 

Hurricane Newton crawls up the Sea of Cortez and is heading straight for Southern Arizona

 I awoke to a gentle and wonderful rain on Wednesday.  There were cool temps and the storm was a much needed gift for the desert.  Instead of the predicted 3 inches of torrential rain in a few hours; it was spread out over the entire day. But there was something more happening.  We watched as the eye of the storm fell apart over Southern Arizona. 

The track hits parts of Mexico causing flooding and damage to various towns along Coastal Mexico.  Some rain bands enter into nearby Chiapas

If you've seen the movie(or read the book), the Big Year, you'll remember a scene that mentions "major fallout". I always wondered what that would be like to experience. I would soon find out and become part of a rare national event that usually happens in other states. Who would have thought Arizona would ever experience something like this?! As predicted, the eye of Hurricane Newton fell apart over several key watering holes in Southern Arizona while we were all working.  It began with a few terns which wasn't anything big. But then there were reports of Storm-Petrels and Shearwaters!  People were stuck in meetings, classrooms, making dinner or in bad traffic when the reports started coming into the "birding newsroom".  Holy cow!!!! NEVER IN MY LIFE did I expect to see these incredible ocean birds here in the desert!

"X" marks the spot and we know where to look thanks to local predictions

This is where I take over with my photos.  Someday, I may own a satellite to plot charts and graphs, but not today:)  So from the ground, here's the Christmas miracle that happened for so many birders in September.  This will easily be one of the biggest events in Arizona history with new ABA records for the state and for the country. For example, an ABA first, the Juan Fernandez Petrel of South America flew over a birder in his driveway!  This gadfly petrel breeds off the coast of Chile on the islands of Robinson Crusoe and Alejandro Selkirk.  I swear I'm not making these names up.  He was lucky enough to snap some nice photos of the bird.  Another amazing sighting was had by Laurens Halsey who found a Wedge-tailed Shearwater!  

And this is the "X" which also included nearby Peña Blanca and Patagonia lakes.  

It's not everyday you get to see these gems, but I wasn't prepared for what I'd see.  You see, "fallout" is actually pretty sad.  While we were observing some of these poor seabirds finally touch water; there were some that were actually dying right before our very eyes. That's the "feeling" reaction I had to the initial observations. But then everyone is shouting out birds and trying to get an ID before they disappeared. That's the adrenaline part. It actually felt like a true pelagic except that we were on firm ground.  And no one was throwing up:) 

Black Storm-Petrel at the Bensen WTP

Throughout the week, we had a possible FOUR species of Storm-Petrels!!!  We quickly learned how to ID between the white-rumps and brown-rumps and everything else in between which included such topics as wedge-shaped tails vs forked tails. It was an exciting and challenging ID contest. 

Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel during a brief moment of sun at the Amado WTP

But there was one species of Storm-Petrel that confused everyone.  It had a white-rump and a square tail.  It looked like a Leach's Storm-Petrel but not quite.  For hours, people took notes, videos and photos of these birds in flight.  Still.  What Storm-Petrel species was it?!! Several California birders chimed into the AZ conversation and we were shocked by what they were saying. 

This week, I landed Least, Black and my lifer Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel. Top: Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel, Middle: Black Storm-Petrel and bottom from left to right, Ashy Storm-Petrel and Townsend's Storm-Petrel(these were the ones we had to rule out from the top two) 

A Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel!  This is a Galápagos Island species! Mind blowing. This storm was really a wonderful outdoor classroom experience.  By the next day, all the Storm-Petrels were gone or dead. It was like this major event never happened. Many Maricopa birders(the Phoenix crowd) and others were bummed as they tried desperately to find just ONE Storm-Petrel.  In an answer to their prayers, the bird gods gave them one incredible view of a Wedge-rumped Storm-Petrel in the heart of their lands. There, in their 100+ degree temps, they had marvelous views of this exciting bird. James McVay, who we've met on this blog, discovered the bird at a random park in Mesa. He was the guy doing a big year with his pops last year. Anyhow, the Maricopa birders really had the best views of anyone in this state. They had great lighting and really close and unobstructed views of this very special bird. Then, by the next day, this bird too had vanished. 

Hard core birders from left to right.  Wonderful birding guide Laurens Halsey is focused like no other.  Big year contestant, for Arizona, Brian Johnson is in the middle and the emergency rare bird contact person, Debra Finch is on the line with another awesome bird guide, Chris Benesh, describing the chaos that is happening around us as if it were a play by play for a football game.  In the background, another great bird guide Richard Fray goes over notes with other birders.  Yes folks, Arizona is the real deal when it comes to birds.  You'll never find a better group of birders in this country.  Many of us, including myself, have grown from their knowledge and expertise while "working" out in the field.   Not seen is Chris McCreedy who is trying to cover and record the flight patterns of the Storm-Petrels and other "interesting" birds seen over the waters. 

Final thoughts.  There were two sides of birders that showed themselves to the birding community.  The science crew and the "save-the-whales birds" crew.  Some were saying let them naturally die so that we can study and preserve them. The other half tried to save them.  And like all things with opposite views, both were accomplished.  I had a box just in case. Here is a local new's report about the fallout.  It was a wonderful experience to watch Mother Nature in action.  

Observing the Black Storm-Petrel from the Benson WTP.  It's a tricky area to bird because the hours are not posted.  Thankfully the people at the water treatment plant extended the hours for many birders.  

The birders here did an incredible job laying out a "net" to try and find rarities. Some birders, like a woman named Pat, hoped that Storm-Petrels would fall from the sky into her backyard. We can't all be lucky like Brian Gibbons with his amazing Juan Fernandez Petrel find(that is seriously the worst name for a bird). One day Pat.  One day......

Coachline, a lake once more!

Anyhow, during the next day at 4 AM(and before work), I covered the Northwest corner of Tucson at Coachline while others went to all the other watering holes in Southern Arizona.  All of our findings were relayed thanks in part to Andrew Core. It's wonderful being part of a team.  I'm not done with Storm-Petrels or Shearwaters just yet:)  Stay tuned for more fun...in about two weeks or so.  Hopefully, I can relax for awhile before things pick up again. 

An Ode to August

Barrel Cactus Bloom

August you can be quite stunning.  But you also drain me of my energy. I see rain and I smile.  I see sun and I frown. Hot, sweaty, sticky T-shirts are not my thing. It's a love-hate relationship with you.

Migrating Black Terns at Benson's WTP

You bring us rarities.  You bring us color.  Lightning, thunder, raging desert rivers along with gulls, terns and lots of other interesting things. But try searching for a Painted Bunting in 100+ degrees while walking around wet grassy bug filled fields! You, dear August, test my limits.

Texas Ranger and Barrel Cactus

I begin to think of ocean waters, cool breezes, and freezing nights.

The Benson WTP

I come home from an exhausting day at work.  No energy to do anything.  Just sleep.

Mary Jo Ballator's Ash Canyon Retreat-home to the US rare Lucifer Hummmingbirds

Hiking is not even possible.  So I sit among the blooming flowers and watch the migrating hummingbirds from within my chair. 

Male Lucifer Hummingbird

The bugs bite me.  Itch itch itch.  You are way too intense for me and all I can do to escape you, August, is retreat into my air conditioned car.

I think of stain glass windows and old pine with lots of musty books. It's raining all day long.  And cold.  Behind my window, I watch the birds while enjoying a hot cup of coffee. 

Coyote pups need water and want to play with the photographer!  Not today:)

 Most speak ill of the whipping frozen winds of the north.  Not me.  I feel energized by them. I imagine myself at the Whitewater Draw on a cold January day.

Female Lucifer Hummingbird

August.  You are beautiful but you are too high maintenance for me.

As much as I hate saying good-bye to you, I am also secretly relieved that you are leaving.  Is that terrible of me to write?

Sweetwater Wetlands

Your close friend, September, will be visiting soon and I look forward to a brief visit. Nothing personal:)