Saturday, September 6, 2025 Peregrine Falcon, Northern Harrier, Swans, Songbirds

Seward, Alaska

 

Another phenomenal day of birding, despite the intermittent cold rain showers! 

 

A female or immature NORTHERN HARRIER caught the updraft off a small grove of spruce trees by the beach, seemingly at ease and enjoying itself. The rascally young RAVEN beach bums soon took notice and circled around, ready to harass it. The Harrier flew straight towards me and soon filled my lens! Then it veered off and executed some fancy maneuvers to avoid a collision with a Raven and disappeared.

 

I glanced at the nearby wrack and there strode the three BLACK TURNSTONES, flipping rocks and chittering. Although aware of me, they continued to walk along with me and feed. I gave them a wide berth and slowly passed them to leave them in peace.

 

The RAVENS returned to have a little conversation with me; so curious and entertaining. On the way to the beach, I passed a Raven sitting on the railroad track while another proudly carried a piece of gravel up the embankment to show off to the other. Such a prize! They are always up to something!

 

A young SEMIPALMATED PLOVER foraged amongst a small flock of WESTERN SANDPIPERS, calling, “chew-it!” though no others answered. I saw no Pipits today, and fewer Savannah Sparrows. A very dark, territorial SONG SPARROW did its best to chase everyone away.

 

A pair of TRUMPETER SWANS paddled and fed in the intertidal stream; are they gleaning salmon eggs? One stretched its powerful, white wings, always a stunning sight.

 

Then, a fleet dark PEREGRINE FALCON stroked across the beach rye grass and out onto the flats. The heavy streaking indicated a juvenile. It flew in a great arc along the tideline, scattering Gulls, and then gained altitude as it flew west and disappeared. Wow! Haven’t had the pleasure of seeing a Peregrine in a long time!

 

I was joined by Jonah with his scope, and Robin. We deliberated over a distant but through-the-scope ICELAND GULL adult and juvenile. Worth checking further and photographing in better light.

 

Three DOUBLE-CRESTED CORMORANTS flew in formation like Cranes, high over the estuary. This always surprises me as I don’t expect them to be flying over land.

 

The 7 DOWITCHERS remained in the pond with PECTORAL SANDPIPERS, feeding among the GREEN-WINGED TEAL and other ducks. When they flushed, they vocalized with a sharp, “weet!” call of a LONG-BILLED DOWITCHER. I did not hear any mellow, “tu, tu, tu” of SHORT-BILLED DOWITCHERS. With the poor light and distance, it’s possible they were all Long-billed, or perhaps both species were present.

 

The show continued back at the parking area. Looking down the road, we saw dozens of ROBINS and other birds flying back and forth; worth investigating. Though a bit damp, we continued to bird in amazement. 

 

GOLDEN-CROWNED SPARROWS seemed to be the most common species with Jonah’s estimate of 41; here, there, and everywhere. Next were about 35 ROBINS, feasting on the few remaining elderberries. I photographed a young one that still had a few baby spots. Late nester! I missed the two Hermit Thrushes.

 

A treat was a FOX SPARROW (3), scratch-jumping in the dirt, and a LINCOLN SPARROW. A few DARK-EYED JUNCOS flashed their white outer tail feathers and chipped. I did not see Jonah’s White-crowned Sparrow, but it was so great to see so many Sparrows!

 

ORANGE-CROWNED WARBLERS (6) gleaned insects from the cottonwood and alder leaves, free-falling from one branch to the next. I just missed the two Yellow Warblers, a Ruby-crowned Kinglet, and the Golden-crowned Kinglets (4) called by Jonah. I did see and hear the cheery BLACK-CAPPED CHICKADEES (3), and heard the loud DOWNY WOODPECKER.

 

As the cold rain returned, we too headed back to the cars. Oddly, we saw virtually no birds while driving past the same stretch of road. Perhaps it was time for an intermission of the amazing Mixed-Flock Migration Show. 

 

Happy Birding!

Carol Griswold

Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter

 

























 

Friday, September 5, 2025 American Pipits, Black Turnstones, Pectoral Sandpipers, Long-billed Dowitchers

Seward, Alaska

Sunrise 7:04 am, sunset 8:51 pm for a total day length of 13 hours and 46 minutes. Tomorrow will be 5 minutes and 23 seconds shorter.

Mostly cloudy this morning with a northwest breeze, temps in the low 50s. A tiny blue sky-window opened wide by the afternoon and the sun beamed, raising the temp to 58ยบ. Rain in the forecast and temps hovering around 50 for the next week.

After so much rain and fog, it was great to hit the beach. I immediately flushed a WILSON’S SNIPE that flew low from its hiding place in the yellowing sedges, dove into neighboring sedges and disappeared. 

About 7 LONG-BILLED DOWITCHERS fed in the ever more shallow pond. A GREATER YELLOWLEGS walked across and didn’t even get its belly wet. PECTORAL SANDPIPERS and a few peeps foraged by a lush green stand of Mare’s Tails. 

Dozens of GREEN-WINGED TEAL, AMERICAN WIGEON, MALLARDS, and NORTHERN PINTAILS preened and dabbled nearby. A BELTED KINGFISHER rattled past and then a majestic GREAT BLUE HERON.

But the best was yet to come!

As I strolled along the beach, I encountered a pulse of SAVANNAH SPARROWS chasing flies. These had dwindled to just a few, but now they seemed everywhere, with their bubblegum pink legs and fancy yellow eyebrows.

As if conjured, suddenly I saw about 6 AMERICAN PIPITS chasing flies in the mud and on the sandy beach with the Sparrows! I’ve been wanting to find Pipits! As they walked along, they gently bobbed their tails. The white outertail feathers flashed when excited or when they flew in pursuit.

A mob of screaming (do they even have a volume control?) GLAUCOUS-WINGED GULLS, HERRING GULLS, SHORT-BILLED GULLS, and BLACK-LEGGED KITTIWAKES feasted on pink salmon carcasses and even live ones still spawning in the intertidal streams. The splashing of the salmon mingled with the ruckus of the Gulls. BALD EAGLES seemed to enjoy raising the decibels as they cruised low overhead, temporarily scattering everything in their path.

A dark shorebird caught my eye: BLACK TURNSTONE! I watched it forage among the green algae-covered rocks, deftly flipping rocks, sticks, and other items out of the way. It flew across a finger of water and landed, holding bright white wings up high like a banner. The count rose to three Black Turnstones towards the end of the beach.

A cooperative PECTORAL SANDPIPER provided excellent views as it foraged along the beach. A few WESTERN and LEAST SANDPIPERS poked and prodded among the rocks and in the mud.

The birds are on the move; I’m thrilled to have been allowed to watch.

What a great morning!

Happy Birding!

Carol Griswold

Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter 


Update: While birding with Jonah and Robin the next day, we heard the Dowitchers vocalize with "whit!" aka "keet!" a diagnostic identifier for LONG-BILLED DOWITCHERS. In contrast, the Short-billed Dowitchers call is a mellow "tu, tu, tu." Tough species to identify in the fall without vocalizations.

























Friday, August 29, 2025 Flood and Wind

 Seward, Alaska

A big storm rolled in on Wednesday evening starting with 1.5” of rain and a flood watch advisory. The sky hoses really opened up by the next afternoon accompanied by strong south winds with gusts to 33 mph. 3.65” of rain fell by evening. The deluge on the nearby mountains surged down the short watershed, overflowing and gouging the riverbanks.

 

Lowell Creek became a raging brown beast, gorged on stolen sand, gravel and rocks. All day and night, the heavy equipment operators labored to remove the load thundering over the waterfall. Rocks bounced as they hit the basin. 


As the tide ebbed, the bulldozers and excavators followed it out, carving channels to improve flow, and pushed gravel into deeper water. Other excavators scooped out the basin below the fall and bulldozers pushed it away in a synchronous dance.

 

The water quickly rose under the little bridge connecting Seward to the Lowell Point community, the only land access. The machines toiled, their operators working past the point of exhaustion. 

 

Fortunately, by Friday afternoon the storm passed, the wind sighed, and the sun rolled out into a blue sky as if nothing had happened. The waterfall, shed of its load and no longer angry, turned white again. The bridge was intact.

 

The mounds of gravel surrounding the rerouted creek channel and the giant piles stashed along the roadside and spilled over onto the beach stand in mute testimony of the drama. 


Cheers!

Carol Griswold

Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter