But that's neither here nor there so lets talk about the trip. Just after 6:00am we rolled out of Farmington with 3 mini vans, 2 guides, 3 drivers, 10 participants, and special guest Greg Miller (The Big Year). Greg was a fun guy to go birding with and provided a ton of interesting information, plenty of funny comments, and made the experience memorable for everyone. Our first stop was the ponds at the end of Glover Lane which were pretty dead in comparison to past year--very few waterfowl and shorebirds. Plenty of FORSTER'S TERNS provided great looks for all. We made our way into Farmington Bay where right inside the entrance we snagged a couple of great birds for the day. A drake BLUE-WINGED TEAL and a SPOTTED SANDPIPER accompanied the various other waterfowl and shorebirds. Both SNOWY and GREAT EGRET were picked up along the road to Egg Island. At the raised parking area we got stellar looks at a WHIMBREL, a number of Long-billed Curlews, and 1 MARBLED GODWIT in the grass to the west. A lone BLACK-BELLIED PLOVER, and a handful of Dowitchers were in the distance.
Anyways, we left Farmington and headed to Antelope Island picking up AMERICAN CROW on Antelope Drive. At the entrance station to the park a COMMON YELLOWTHROAT was in the bushes just singin' away. On the causeway was a shorebirders delight. Plovers, sandpipers, sanderlings, curlews, willets, whimbrel, phalarope, killdeer, knots, turnstones--it was a Thanksgiving Dinner and there was something for everyone to eat. We started getting the easy stuff then the really good stuff, then the okay stuff. People were getting new Utah birds, new life birds, and new year birds. After a while I got down to business and started scoping the plovers--around 1,200 BLACK-BELLIED PLOVERS were there and mixed in were a few treats. I found an AMERICAN GOLDEN-PLOVER still in basic plumage and everyone got great looks. Then it was about 30 minutes of checking bird by bird looking for a reported PACIFIC GOLDEN-PLOVER from the previous day. GOT IT! Feeding on a mudflat about 150 yards out with a handful of Black-bellied. The bird was still molting and seemed to have all the right features. Front heavy, long slender bill, short primaries, thick white patch on the neck, and a beautiful golden back.
A quick stop at Mantua didn't turn up anything new for the day except a TREE SWALLOW. We skipped ALL of our usual Cache Valley stops to try and catch up on lost time--plus the potential for new birds was limited. Our next stop was along the Logan River to scan the cliffs for swifts. We managed to pick up VIOLET-GREEN SWALLOW--which were flying over the ridges in the hundreds. Greg spotted a WHITE-THROATED SWIFT amongst the throngs, while a couple high flying birds that looked to be swifts were just specks in the distance. We also managed to see our only WESTERN TANAGER of the day here--as well as a singing FOX SPARROW, and LAZULI BUNTING. At a second stop we added AMERICAN DIPPER but nothing else. Next we decided to try something different. In the past the road to Tony Grove has always been closed for this trip--this year it was open. The long drive in and out takes a lot of time, but we added a bunch of species, including a couple birds we haven't had on the trip before. Most notably were a pair of WHITE-WINGED CROSSBILL that were foraging on the side of the road, and a HAMMOND'S FLYCATCHER in the same area.
We picked up most of our high mountain species here, and what we didn't get on the road, we tracked down at Franklin Basin Road. Big misses were all the mountain woodpeckers minus Flicker. No sapsuckers, no Hairy, and no Three-toed--and we didn't get any of them later. In fact the only woodpecker we got all day was NORTHERN FLICKER. We skipped Beaver Mountain then cruised out of the high country to Bear Lake where we picked up COMMON LOON on the southwest shore. This was a first for this trip route. It was fun to watch the loons chase and harass one another on the vibrant blue water. Heading east towards the Wyoming border hoping to pick up some raptors we were missing on a portion of the route that normally produces. It didn't let down as we added GOLDEN EAGLE and PRAIRIE FALCON along the way.
Continuing to adjust our route, we skipped out on the majority of the Deseret Ranch Lowlands and instead only drove the first couple miles of Home Ranch Road where we added AMERICAN WIGEON and VESPER SPARROW. Several WILSON'S PHALAROPE provided great looks just off the road which allowed for a nice photo opportunity.
Jumping the border we made our way to Woodruff Narrows Reservoir in Wyoming and added RING-NECKED DUCK on the water, NORTHERN ROUGH-WINGED and BANK SWALLOWS rounding out the swallows for the trip, and BREWER'S SPARROW which had been scant throughout earlier stops. As we were leaving the last car with Jeff spotted 3 GREATER SAGE-GROUSE just off the road. We were a 1/4 mile up the road and had to flip a u-turn to get back. Our car saw the birds as they disappeared over the hill, and the 3rd car barely got looks--far from satisfying. But all as not lost--as we turned to leave Mike spotted another grouse further up the road. We saw one and it disappeared into the sage--so I walked with Greg out to see if he could get a photo. Little did we know that one bird was with 5 others that waited till we were right on top of them before taking flight. This time everyone saw the birds as they circled and dropped deeper into the sage flat. By now we were more than 2 hours behind schedule and rolled into Evanston around 7:00pm. We took a quick dinner break as the sky started to dim as the sun and moon met in the sky to the west.
As darkness settled a breeze picked up and the forest grew quiet--Jeff and I both heard a FLAMMULATED OWL hooting but it quickly faded. As we tried for the birds after we had no responses. Jeff wandered down the road a few hundred feet and found another owl so the group followed--by the time we got there, silence. And for 15-20 minutes nothing--well nothing but cars. It became frustrating--but even more so when an Owl out of nowhere would start hooting right as the cars were coming, then stop when the cars were gone. I was beginning to worry that we would miss looks at this tiny owl that was always a special end to the trip. Then as a car headed up the road and one of the tiny birds started to hoot again I headed towards the sound. The bird sounded close, and the car passed giving me a clear direction to the bird. I didn't hesitate, putting my flashlight on what seemed like too small a tree for any owl, but as I scanned up the trunk of the tiny tree, there on the tiny limb was the tiny owl. Everyone came towards me getting looks at the owl before the bird finally sick of the attention retreated into the woods.
For a number of attendees this was a highlight and a life bird. For Greg Miller it was a visual lifer, one of very few birds of North America he had heard--but not seen. Impressive for someone with a life list approaching 800. While we were trying for the owl at one point Jeff called out a COMMON POORWILL but no one else heard it. About 5 minutes later I heard the bird, but then it went quiet again. And that's it.
We made another stop to try for Saw-whet and/or Pygmy-Owl, but nothing responded to my persistent whistling. We headed back towards Salt Lake, then Farmington getting everyone back around 11pm. 17 hours, 136 species, and more than 300 miles later, another Marathon Birding Trip was over. At the end of these days it is always crazy to look back and see what you missed.
It's crazy for instance to think that we saw RUDDY TURNSTONES, but not Ruddy Ducks. Or that we saw WHITE-WINGED CROSSBILLS, but not Red Crossbills. Or how about the fact we had TWO species of GOLDEN-PLOVERS, but not a single Snowy or Semipalmated Plover.
We had no Scrub or Steller's Jay, no wodpeckers besides flicker, no empids besides Hammond's, and not a single Black-chinned Hummingbird. This year might have had the most surprise misses. Over the past 5 years the thing that has seemed consistent was a later than normal spring--this year we were weeks ahead and in the past where birds were clumped together in the mountains in search of food, now they were spread out on territories. It made for an interesting time--but as always a great marathon trip!
On the drive home Jeff and I talked about the trip and the biggest dislike we have is the amount of driving time between stops. Too much time is spent in the car trying to get to new patches of habitat to pick up 2 or 3 birds to keep building the number up--so next year we might switch things up a little and change the route to allow more time for birding--and maybe even more birds. I guess we will have to wait another year to find out!