Monday, September 30, 2019 Yellow-billed Cuckoo video


YELLOW-BILLED CUCKOO video captured by Jonah Lindquist and his description:

Here’s the phone video I was able to take, sorry it’s fuzzy. I am very sure this was a yellow-billed cuckoo because the lower mandible was distinctly yellow, you can see this in the video if you look closely near the end. Also, it was long-tailed, slender, rufous upperside and white underside. It was flying from branch to branch in thick alders. I didn’t have binocs on me, but it came within 15 feet of me while it was next to the road; I could clearly tell what it was.

Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter

Monday, September 30, 2019 Yellow-Billed Cuckoo!

Seward, Alaska

Around noon today, high schooler Jonah Lindquist spotted a YELLOW-BILLED CUCKOO in the brush between the highway and the bike park, identified it, and even managed to get a video before it flew off! Wow!

I and two other birders wandered around looking for it without success about 45 minutes later; lots of brush and habitat for this rare needle in a haystack!

Todd Eskelin noted that this is the first documented Yellow-billed Cuckoo for Seward and the Kenai Peninsula. Congratulations, Jonah! Great sighting!

John Maniscalco reported a GOLDEN EAGLE flying across the highway at 11 am about a block farther north, heading towards the airport.

Todd also reported a probable ANNA’S HUMMINGBIRD spotted yesterday north of Seward on Stoney Creek Road, feeding on flowers. 

Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter





Thursday, September 19, 2019 Turnagain Arm Dall Sheep

Just refound these photos of a Dall sheep ewe and her lamb negotiating the steep cliffs along Turnagain Arm. The daring duo attracted quite a crowd in the conveniently located pullout across the highway. Applause all but broke out when the lamb bravely followed its athletic mom down an especially tricky precipice. 

Mom didn’t seem to coddle her youngster; she just forged ahead and expected it to follow. The lamb tried to nurse after that effort, but mom didn’t wait and kept moving. She only stood still momentarily to gaze regally at the crowd below, then she and her brave little lamb vanished around the cliff. 

As the spectators hurried back to their waiting vehicles, they smiled and shared exclamations of amazement and appreciation of their good luck. Quite a show!

Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter on the road














Monday, September 16, 2019 Swan Cygnet Saga

Seward, Alaska

Sunrise 7:29 am, sunset 8:18 pm for a total day length of 12 hours and 49 minutes. Tomorrow will be 5 minutes and 24 seconds shorter. 

Wednesday, August 28: The three resident TRUMPETER SWAN cygnets, almost 3 months old, stretched and flapped their mighty wings and felt their increasing power. Did they know that soon they would lift off and fly from their pond and wetland world? I doubt the doting and watchful parents demonstrated that incredible feat since the babies hatched in June. Soon, their destiny would manifest. I wish I could watch that first flight!

This family has been particularly challenging to watch as they are masters at hiding in the vegetation at the very back of the wetland. Sometimes, I only catch a periscoped head or often, nothing at all for weeks. Then, boom! There they are right in view by the road. Bigger and even more beautiful.

Saturday, September 14: While enjoying Afognak Beach, the sound of trumpeting spun me around. Yes! The Swan family of five was flying from the bay, right past me with the cygnets in the lead, heading back to the pond! So exciting! They must have been excited too, talking all about it!

Sunday, September 15: Trouble strikes! Glancing through the vegetation along the road, I caught sight of a single cygnet on the west shore of the Lagoon. The confused cygnet was surrounded by four hostile adult Trumpeter Swans. I immediately pulled over and started shooting images.

They strode purposefully towards the unfortunate youngster, heads lowered for business. What a scary sight! The cygnet walked quickly, staying just out of reach. Then they sped up, now wing to wing, marching closer and closer. The poor baby, who had likely never experienced a second of hostility in its entire short life, fairly flung itself into the water and began swimming away. The three bullies also launched and followed in a relentless slo-mo pursuit. Finally, the cygnet swam south and pulled away. The territorial Swans fortunately let it go and resumed feeding, preening, and stretching. 

I pulled into to the parking lot and got out for a better view. I counted eight adults, the usual number, presumably the six cygnets from last year’s hatch and two more, very likely the displaced previous generation parents. They looked angelic, like nothing had happened.

I looked for the cygnet’s parents and siblings. None to be seen. I wondered if this big but little, pink-billed, gray and white fledgling had been left behind when the family toured the Lagoon and then flew home. It would be very unusual for the parents to purposefully abandon one of its treasured cygnets so soon. Come April, it’s a different story!

I drove over to the Nash Road Mile 2 wetland, but as usual, did not see any swans. They could have been hiding in the back. Or they could have flown anywhere. Did they have an emergency plan in place? An emergency contact? Escape routes? Meeting place? Safe spots? Nope. This little guy was all on its own. It found out the hard way that Swans that looked like its loving parents could be hostile and aggressive. I could only worry and wonder.

Monday, September 16: I didn’t see the cygnet at the Lagoon (the eight swans were still there) or see any Swans at the home base this morning. But, joyfully, a few hours later, there they were in the pond, all three cygnets and both parents calmly feeding in the horsetails and pondweeds by the road. I wondered if the family flew back to the Lagoon and reunited, or if the cygnet knew to go home, or what. I’ll likely never know, but I was so happy to see them all together again! What a relief!

Report on Friday of a pair of GREAT HORNED OWLS calling back and forth at the bike park in Forest Acres. Reports of many flocks of SANDHILL CRANES migrating overhead this afternoon. I missed them all!

Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter
















Saturday, September 14, 2019 Exit Glacier

Seward, Alaska

Sunrise 7:24 am, sunset 8:25 pm for a total day length of 13 hours even. Tomorrow will be 5 minutes and 24 seconds shorter.

Gorgeous, sunny day today with a high of 62 and overnight low of 44. The brisk north wind did not bring significant smoke. Yay! Possible heavy rain forecast for Sunday; Monday partly sunny, then showers likely for the rest of the week.

I had barely emerged from the car at the Exit Glacier parking lot when I heard SANDHILL CRANES bugling high over the mountains. I scrambled to get my camera and binoculars out. Just in time! Over 150 Cranes gathered overhead reconnoitering their route, then continued south in a beautiful arc. 

Exit Glacier beckoned; the early afternoon light ignited turquoise crevasses amidst dark, pulverized mountain-dust medial moraine stripes. Surprisingly, cottonwoods still held on to their brittle yellowed leaves even after recent stormy weather. It won’t be long before this lovely backdrop succumbs to the winds.

Near the end of the spur trail that chases the retreating glacier, I sat on a warm, glacially-striated rock to enjoy the fine scenery and rare day. After a time, I noticed hundreds of minute white parachutes blown by the katabatic breeze like snow flurries. More, and hundreds more. Had they actually been snow, everyone would have noticed. But they were stealth, zipping along in plain view unnoticed and overshadowed by the grandeur of the nearby glacier.

I could almost hear their tiny voices, “Wheeeeee!” as the liberated seeds flew far from their mothers’ arms into the wide world. Who says plants can’t move? I managed to pounce on a few that momentarily landed nearby and inspected them with wonder. Dozens of delicate white filaments sprouting from the top of the elongated, tan seed easily transported their precious cargo, powered by the wind. 

I scanned the surrounding glacier-scoured landscape with my binocs for the mother fireweeds, expecting a veritable blizzard erupting from the source, but I found none. Maybe they were just out of sight, but who knows how far these seeds had already flown?

Back on the main trail in the valley, I did see Fireweed (Chamerion angustifolium) and Dwarf Fireweed (Chamerion latifolium) seeds flying from rain-battered plants and almost heard their cheers for the sunny day and wind that set them free. Could be a mix of both species migrating like the cranes, just not quite as loud or as far. Pretty good for a seed!

Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter



















Wednesday, September 11, 2019 Spencer Glacier Whistle Stop

By sheer luck and a last-minute schedule adjustment, I managed to squeeze in two fabulous trips to Spencer Glacier via the Glacier Discovery Train. Rain sandwiched the September 4 trip; hard rain and wind, remnants of two typhoons, chased the September 11 trip. 

Prior to catching the train, I checked out Portage Lake. Bus passengers crowded the M/V Ptarmigan deck as she circled a low blue berg before sailing off to see Portage Glacier hidden around the corner. Clouds hung low and mist spattered. I was happy to return to blue skies at Portage.

Suddenly, the joyous bugling of cranes caught my ears. I quickly looked up to see several skeins of SANDHILL CRANES overhead, my first of the fall. So thrilling!  Then I boarded the train for the short trip to the Whistle Stop.

Spencer Glacier experienced considerable calving this summer during the hot sunny weather. Towering ice bergs packed the southwest end, temporarily grounded, waiting for their inevitable journey down the Placer River. Bergie bits in fanciful shapes dotted the calm shallow water, doubled by their reflections. Even though the glacier has receded dramatically, it is still very impressive and beautiful. 

Gold, yellow, and red fall colors provided a spectacular background for the blue ice. A closer look revealed a lot of dead trees and premature colors also due to the severe and unusual summer drought. 

A USFS engineer was inspecting the amazing 280’ Placer River Trail Bridge, the longest clear span, glue laminate, timber truss bridge in North America.

From the USFS link: https://www.fs.usda.gov/detail/chugach/home/?cid=STELPRDB5336206 The pedestrian bridge was completed in 2013 at a cost of $1.67 million. It is designed to withstand wind gusts up to 120 mph, 200# per square inch of snow load, flooding potential, and high seismic events. The bridge has 20 feet of clearance, designed to allow ice bergs to freely pass underneath during periods flooding. Quite a challenging and dynamic environment!

The deck panels, posts, cap rail and horizontal rail elements are made of Alaska Yellow Cedar glulam. No preservative is needed on these areas due to the decay-resistant nature of the wood, but they are now gray. The truss members and rest of the bridge are preservative-treated Douglas Fir glulam. I could smell the creosote, though not as strongly as in previous years.

The plan is to connect the Spencer Glacier Whistle Stop with the Grandview Whistle Stop with 30 miles of trails, cabins, and campsites. For now, however, that ambitious trail peters out shortly beyond the bridge, overgrown with alders, willows and fireweed. I noticed a lot of moose tracks, including young ones, and turned around, not interested in surprising their owners.

I saw very few birds on my trips. The water levels all though the wetlands around Portage were very low and the rivers seem very low. A small flock of MALLARDS preened on a exposed mud bar. Two TRUMPETER SWANS graced a pond in Placer River Valley. At the whistle stop I saw a few DARK-EYED JUNCOS and heard COMMON REDPOLLS. On the way back, however, in the Portage Valley wetlands near the railroad tracks, we spotted a flock of Sandhill Cranes feeding.

Despite this summer’s extremes of heat, drought, wildfires, and flooding, the resilient Cranes bring hope, joy, life, and inspiration in the face of adversity and dramatic change, just like Spencer Glacier.

Happy Birding!
Carol Griswold
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter