Seward, Alaska
Sunrise 5:30 am, sunset 10:40 pm for a total day length of 17 hours and 9 minutes. Tomorrow will be 4 minutes and 42 seconds shorter.
Another spectacular day today with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze. Temperatures ranged from 50-67 by mid-afternoon.
A minus tide again lured me into a mid-morning walk along the tide flats at Afognak Beach.
A BALD EAGLE adult stood in a freshwater channel, preening and drinking, keeping cool. Two GLAUCOUS-WINGED GULLS fought over a pathetic pink salmon carcass that was little more than a rag. Flounders left interesting arrow-shaped depressions in the sand where they had rested before the tide dropped.
Out near the low tide line, 20 RAVENS and some GULLS busily excavated with their bills, flinging sand from jagged pits about 4” deep. I watched several successful fisher-diggers grab a buried Sand Lance and toss it down the hatch.
It is amazing to me that the fish can breathe while buried in the sand, and that the birds know how to find them using this ingenious fishing technique.
MARBLED MURRELETS called to one another with piercing, loud contact calls, I presumed between family members. “I’m here! Where are you?” It’s always great to see and hear these unusual, tree-nesting, commuting Alcids.
While strolling along the water’s edge admiring the sea treasures, I heard an explosive exhale and looked up in amazement to see a Humpback Whale breaching halfway out of the water just offshore!!! It crashed back into the water with a tremendous splash and disappeared!
I snapped a few photos as it resurfaced for air, revealing several deep scratches on its side in front of the dorsal fin.
In all the times that I had scanned the water watching KITTIWAKES, PELAGIC and DOUBLE-CRESTED CORMORANTS, MARBLED MURRELETS, and Harbor Seals I did not notice any spouts. That whale had to breach right in front of me to get my attention. I spent a lot more time waiting and walking along the edge but it headed off into the distance.
Time was suspended in another way as I happened to be there just before the tide changed. The wavelets ran up and down the shallow beach, but neither advanced nor retreated. Then, imperceptibly at first, they reached a little farther and a little farther, and soon it was clear that the tide was coming in.
How fun to feel connected to the tides, the ocean, and the invisible moon, a mighty cycle so regular I can read the change on a tide table.
Update: the next day I saw a single WHITE-WINGED SCOTER.
Happy Birding!
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter