COME ON DOWN…

Dear Barbara,

Just have to tell you quickly, that I watched the arrival of the COMMON GOLDENEYE last Sunday morning.

COMMON GOLDENEYE ON THE SAN LORENZO RIVER
COMMON GOLDENEYE ON THE SAN LORENZO RIVER

The water looked like a busy airport on Thanksgiving. The flocks of COMMON GOLDENEYE were confusing the other already established migratory birds with their landing, taking off, circling, landing again then flying a little upstream, changing their minds, coming back, swimming around in their rushed manner. The EARED GREBES were carefully and slowly swimming along the banks, avoiding the feathered turmoil. The BUFFELHEADS were ducking and diving in order to stay off the COMMON GOLDENEYE runway. It was a hilarious scene to watch. Right now the COMMON GOLDENEYE flocks dominate the stretch from the Trestle to Crescent bridge. At this point there are only about 5 BUFFLEHEADS left toward the Riverside bridge, where there had been approx. 20 prior to the new river decoration.  And of course I wonder where the rest escaped to.

BUFFLE HEAD COUPLE
BUFFLE HEAD COUPLE

Had a great encounter with this young man, who lives in the SC mountains.  While running errands, he noticed the bait ball in front of the San Lorenzo River mouth from West-cliff, decided to check it out and was rewarded with seeing a huge variety of birds engaged in a feeding orgy while the SHEARWATERS were flying back and forth. Then he got interested in checking out the river some more, put up his telescope, watched how the PEREGRINE FALCON swooped down, got an EARED GREBE, flew up to its Trestle tree perch and shred its dinner in the setting sun light. The OSPREY flew in with its fish dinner and the PEREGRINE FALCON wasn’t in his usual OSPREY hospitable mood and screeching at high volume, bombarded the OSPREY, denying it the planned gourmet fish eating in the Trestle trees.

PEREGRINE FALCON CHECKING THE SKY
PEREGRINE FALCON CHECKING THE SKY

So come on down & watch the river tell its captivating story.

Back to river greetings, jane

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One thought on “COME ON DOWN…

  1. Wowee!!! Truly a ‘feathered turmoil’! I put on my feathers and dashed down there this morning, hoping to join in the excitement. But the birds had worked it all out by the time I got there. They had claimed their territory between the trestle and upstream, and were fishing in small groups, as calm as could be. The coots were closest to the bridge, then the common goldeneyes took over, and pushed over to the side were one eared grebe and a very few bufflehead. As you say, where were the others? So great that you caught the arrival, the displacement, the confusion. And the story of the osprey and peregrine falcon! That river holds mysteries aplenty. Great reading.

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