A pleasant Good Morning to you, Barbara, and all you Nature Devotees,
It has been a while since my last meandering river saunter. I have I been frequently to the river~ just in a different format as you might recall from my previous disclosure. Last Thursday was the grand finale of the AmeriCorps & DST members working together for 6 weeks. The members did a fabulous job of completing our goal and our accomplishment looks spectacular~ okay…since I might be a little bias, you should go and check it out for yourself. I admit that I got melancholic as I watched them walk away, because during the 6 weeks we got to know each other quite well and built relationships. I will miss each one of them and our good collaboration as a crew.
So this morning was my first-in-a-long time river visit. It was so superb to slide into my familiar river mode, which always bathes me in peaceful joy. Well, actually I splashed into my bliss when I spotted the juv. RED-tailed HAWK in the Trestle trees, watching me cross the street. Having watched the youngster hunt for some time I can attest that its skills have greatly improved due to lots of practice. It’s a relief to observe that the juvenile is mastering the food supply issue, because starvation is one of the causes that many juvenile HAWKS don’t survive their first year.
Then the BUFFLEHEADS & COMMON GOLDENEYES captured my attention, because their behavior shows that they are preparing to migrate up north for breeding. Both species were clustered in large, head bobbing groups, no longer intermingling nor dotting the river with small batches. It’s intriguing to watch the males’ heads bob up and down, then perform their vertical beak stretch. From my perspective the movement sequence is arbitrary, then again the 2 species might find that assessment clueless to the finer nuances mating conduct. Then there is that quirky male BUFFLEHEAD behavior: males spend a mighty amount of time and energy on fighting over a female, who keeps distancing herself from them and who they have to chase all over the place. They ignore several perfectly suitable females in the flock, who seem to be willing and able to enter a relationship.
As previously reported: we have been using rice straw for mulching and I have been keeping my eyes open for critters in the straw section. Lately ground foraging birds are pecking in the straw, an indicator that insects are present, which is good sign for birds and insects~ considering that the insect population dropped 40% and we lost 1 in 4 birds in last 40 years. The weeds are either absent or minimal in the straw mulched soil. Interestingly enough our wood chip places are absent of ground foraging birds as well as snakes and lizards. It will be great if the declining ground feeders such as TOWHEES, JUNCOS, ROBINS, BLACKBIRDS, migratory SPARROWS will benefit from the straw mulching.
We like to invite you to join us for our habitat restoration work. The Estuary Project will meet Saturday, the 21st from 9am-11am and click here for details. It will be great to welcome you.
My intent starring at the gulls made a levee promenader curious what I was watching. I told him I wasn’t sure if I had spotted a rare gull or a common one, changing its feather decor for its next year cycle. We ended up having a great conversation that entailed him going down the steep bank to pull a jump bike out of the river after I meowed about the bike battery in the water. He instantly became a Hero in my river book and he proved my point: the river invites us to meet good hearted people. River magic greetings to you from jane
Slowed down by a “slippery and wiry” pulse this week (I’m intrigued by the language of acupuncture), my birding has been mostly confined to a few sunny hours in my backyard. Fortunately, my backyard is immediately adjacent to the levee and river, just upsteam from the Water St. Bridge. A pretty wide array of birds fly in from the river for their steady stream of dependable treats.
This last Saturday, my neighbor Batya, who serves as my good-luck charm in birding, appeared with her binoculars, declaring that she was looking for a Savannah Sparrow, hopefully hidden among the four other species of sparrows that hang out here. I told her that I was longing to see a LINCOLN’S SPARROW, and that I would happily join her far-fetched effort. I had never seen a Lincoln’s Sparrow on the river, much less my backyard.
Within two minutes of sitting down, we noticed a movement in a nearby Japanese maple tree. A bird hopped out onto a branch, making itself very visible. It was cautiously eyeing the hopper bird feeder filled with millet. At first glance, It looked like another SONG SPARROW, pretty common in my backyard these days. But wait! It had
those telltale crisp stripes on its breast. . Batya and I didn’t move a muscle, not wanting this prize to fly away. We carefully went over every detail. The heads of the two species are almost exactly the same – same crown, same eyebrow, same auricular, same whisker. But then you get to the throat and the breast. The cosmic designer of this close, but more delicate, cousin of a song sparrow must have used a long, thin and finely bristled brush to paint the more delicate streaks on the throat and the buffy breast. Convinced that we were looking at a Lincoln’s, I risked taking a photo. Batya went for the books. We triumphantly confirmed the identity. Yes, it was! A LINCOLN’S SPARROW. My first! And in my backyard! Unlike the ubiquitous Song Sparrow, whose year-round range covers almost the entire United States, this far less common cousin breeds in the Sierras, Canada, and Alaska, and turns up here in Santa Cruz only in winter. Furthermore, it’s winter range is very limited – mostly along the California, Oregon and Washington coast in the U.S. and then south of the border. A special visitor! Next time you see a “song sparrow” look again. It may be a Lincoln’s. Or if you are in a grassy field, you could be looking at a Savannah’s, also a winter guest. Be sure to tell Batya. She was a good sport about the Lincoln’s, in fact as excited as I was. But I’m sure she is still dreaming of a Savannah’s.
The day after our sparrow success, I was bundling door hangers for the election and talking about birds with Sandra and Peter Nichols, two other bird enthusiasts and river walkers. I told them about the Lincoln’s and Sandra got a smile on her face and told me a somewhat similar story of prescience that happened quite recently. Here’s the story as I remember Sandra telling it:
“I especially love the BELTED KINGFISHER, the Wood Ducks and the Hooded Mergansers. I can’t stand it if I don’t see these birds at least once a year. Recently, Peter and I were walking along the river and thnking that we hadn’t seen our special kingfisher perched on her special spot on a wire just upstream from the Riverside Bridge. I began to worry that the City had for some reason removed the wire and inadvertently gotten rid of one of the kingfishers’ favorite fishing perches. We had passed the spot when I thought about this so I wanted to make sure to check it on the way back. I had a really positive attitude, feeling somehow that I was going to see the kingfisher. And, yes, it was there, perched on the wire that we had been looking for and missed. The wire was there, the female kingfisher was there, and we were happy.”
Sandra’s face was wreathed in smiles as she told me this story and described how beautiful the Belted Kingfisher is, especially the female. She said mischievously, “the female has two beautiful necklaces, not just one like the male. And one of the necklaces is a beautiful russet color. I just love this bird.”
And I just love hearing stories like this. How did Sandra know she was going to see this bird? They are not that common on the river. My only photo dates back to 2015 and doesn’t do this handsome bird justice. I agree that it is a magical bird and in fact have a watercolor painting of a female kingfisher in my living room.
It is almost equinox so I was not surprised to get an e-mail this week from Alex Rinkert saying that, “Spring is just around the corner so the time has come to begin Year 4 of the Santa Cruz County Breeding Bird Atlas II…this will be the penultimate year of field work. Nearly 100 atlasers have contributed observations to the project over the years. We have maintained a large contingent of regulars but are still hoping to attract new atlasers and re-interest former atlasers.”
If you are a birder but have never done atlasing before, there will be two trainings this year, March 22nd and 28th from 9-11. Please contact Alex at firstname.lastname@example.org to register for the free training. I took it two years ago and learned a lot about how to look for evidence of breeding that I had never really thought of. CLICK HERE to go to the Santa Cruz Bird Club website for more information on the project. I especially recommend opening the document called “ Breeding Codes” which will give you a clearer sense of what the training includes.
Just after writing this, I looked out my window and saw a SCRUB JAY with the temerity to
actually break off a small branch of my Japanese maple and fly away with it. I guess that will be the first entry in my breeding bird report this year, i.e. CN-carrying nest material. I may report my indignation but also my sincere hope that she nests nearby and that her family flourish
I created a little altar for my mail-in ballot this year. May people who love our natural environment be elected to office, up and down the ballot.
Our RED-throated LOON treated me to a rare sight: practicing the famous LOON stretch~ at least I think that is what it was doing. During mating season the well skilled divers raise their bodies straight out of the water and flap their wings wildly. You can’t mistake it for a take-off attempt, because waterfowl leans forward for that action. The RED-throated LOON kept at its maneuvers until finally the whole body was above the water, only the feet were below the river surface and after a few encores, it was serious preening time. Watching this scene I was reminded of my GOLDEN-crowned backyard SPARROW, who has been working on his song that just doesn’t come out right. He keeps getting stuck in this one section that silences him for a couple of minutes and then needs to be repeated with same result. I hope one day my backyard Sparrow gets to experience the same satisfaction as the RED-throated LOON.
Well, it looks like the river mouth Culvert needs further detail adjustments before it goes to the City Council. It’s a tricky construction: putting long pipes along the cliffs to the ocean. Of course I wonder how the sediment deposit plays into that, because the huge amounts of sand that are moved from the Main Beach to build the summer berms, wash into the river, creating extended shorelines and raising the riverbed. The storms didn’t make a dent into diminishing the sediment build-up and the river channel has gotten so narrow that people can cross the river to the other side. The culvert is intended to keep the river water level at 5’5” to prevent flooding during summer lagoon season.
I am not sure what was up with the two WHITE-crowned SPARROWS~ they really didn’t like the harmless little CHICKADEE, who was minding his on bug business, flitting through the Cottonwood tree. The two torpedoes came out of nowhere and zeroed in on the petite insect eater and let their torpedo beaks hammer out the message:” We want you to leave immediately!!”. The CHICKADEE, being no dummy, raced off. It crossed my mind that the SPARROWS were defending a nest, but they are winter migratory birds, who breed up north, so I have no clue what triggered their unfriendly behavior.
The last 4 Thursday mornings have been so rewarding and filled with awe. “Why”, you ask?Because I have been working with the AmeriCorps & Downtown Street Team(DST) members on the river levee restoration. It is a heart opening experience ~ all of us working together on the same goal at the Mike Fox Park ~ improving habitat and to feel so supported by our tools, plants, mulch donors and to have Linda Skeff’s AmeriCorps Team in the urban river stretch.The Team is from the Valley Women’s Club ‘s ‘SLV Native Habitat Restoration Program’. It is so great to see ‘my’ DST members becoming skilled restoration-ers. Together we have accomplished clearing bermuda grass, spread Jackson Landscape’s famous mulch over that area, planted many of our native plants that were donated by the Elkhorn Nursery. And BTW let me tell you: only the people who have wrestled with bermuda grass removal know that we deserve medals for our achievement! So if you see us working the next 2 Thursday mornings by the Riverside Ave. give the Team members an approval wave/honk and please don’t let us hold you back from dropping off yummies between 8am-10am:)
Hello Jane and Fellow Celebrants of the Natural World,
In spite of the heart-breaking destruction of the natural world, there is still so much to see and love. Perhaps the ghosts of extinct insects that I never learned to celebrate will feel some bitterness at that remark. But we all live in our severely blinkered worlds and do our best to celebrate what comes our way.
The river has offered us some exciting new sightings this last week, none of them discovered by me due to a few ill advised moves that provoked my back into rebellion. But thanks to friends and eBird I still managed to keep abreast of some of the mysterious comings and goings on the river.
The biggest news in terms of a rarity was Alex Rinkert’s sighting February 17 of a female BARROW’S GOLDENEYE just upstream of the trestle bridge near
the mouth of the river.. According to Alex, the Barrow’s Goldeneye has not been seen in the entire County since winter 2009-10. a full decade. Only a birding expert like Alex could have made the identification since it is almost indistinguishable from the Common Goldeneye that we see all the time at this time of year. Below is a photo of a female COMMON GOLDENEYE for comparison:
: The discovery has stirred up quite a bit of excitement among local bird aficionados as they confirm the identifiation. Here is Alex’ amazing description, providing an illuminating peek into the world of birding experts using all their skills to observe and record every obscure detail of a bird’s anatomy and plumage to assure correct identification of a rare sighting. Can you tell them apart, especially the head shape and the size of the beak? I think you have a better future as a serious birder than I do. Below is the description that Alex made in eBird.
Alex Rinkert Feb. 17, 2020, 9:40 a.m. “Female actively diving and preening just upstream of the trestle. Head and bill shape were typical of Barrow’s. The head was peaked at the forehead when loafing (i.e., not preening or diving). The bill was noticeably curved up at the base and toward the tip, and the contrasting dark nail at the tip of the bill seemed wide. The bill color and pattern was not the typical bright orange often associated with Barrow’s but is apparently within the range of variability in this species. The basal third or half of the bill was blackish and the distal end was a pale flesh-orange. The amount of color visible on the bill depended on the direction the bird was facing. Often the bill looked almost entirely dark but when in a profile view or straight on, the color was evident as it is in many of the photos. During our long observation we were able to directly compare the body size of this bird to numerous female Commons and this bird appeared slightly larger, but the difference in size was not noticeable except when they were side by side. Photos reveal six fully white secondaries and possibly a seventh that is partially white, as well as no white bar on the lesser covs. The pale yellow iris and the scattered white feathers on the lesser coverts suggest this is an adult female.”
“Common Goldeneyes can have an extensively yellow bill, but these aberrant individuals tend to have a completely yellow bill instead of a broad flesh-orange tip with a dark nail, and the bill and head shape is unlike Common. A hybrid was carefully considered in light of the somewhat darker bill color, but the bill shape and head (especially for an ad female) was typical of Barrow’s, as was the wing pattern.”
Here are two responses from Monterey Bay Birds listserv where rarities are often reported.
Liam Murphy February 17, 2020 7:37 pm “I refound the Barrow’s this evening about 1 hour before sunset. It had moved upstream a bit, just above the first sweeping bend, but still below the Riverside Ave Bridge. Alex’s notes are spot on. The color in the bill is not obvious from a distance. There is more color on the bill than on some of the Commons, but it’s a duller orange with a hint of pink (some of the Commons have a limited bright orange bill tip). The small size of the bill is really what stands out from a distance.”
Alexander Gauguine Feb. 18 5:19 pm Female Barrow’s Goldeneye now present just downstream of Trestle Bridge San Lorenzo with 4 female Commons. (Many more Common’s further upstream.)
It’s quite a blessing to have so much birding expertise in our community.
I did a little research and found out that the Common Goldeneye can be found during the winter in all 48 lower states and Alaska, but breeds almost solely in Canada and Alaska. Much less common, the Barrows are only found along the west coast from southern California up to Alaska during the winter. During breeding season, this species leaves the states almost entirely and moves inland in Canada and Alaska.
The discovery of the Barrow’s upstaged another wonderful discovery on February 15 by friends Michael Levy and Batya Kagan. They saw a pair of
HOODED MERGANSERS swimming just upstream of Highway 1 Bridge behind the Tannery. Above is Batya’s photo of the male Hooded Merganser with his elegant crest extended in full breeding display. I was thrilled to hear about this. I have been waiting for another glimpse of these gorgeous winter migrants for five years now. Below are three photos I caught five years ago in 2015 at almost the same time of year, and in the exact same area. I was lucky enough to catch the male in both full display mode and with his crest pulled in, and the female with her beautiful chestnut hairdo fully poofed out. I wonder if they take turns displaying their charms to each other. They don’t breed here but they clearly start courting early and before they reach their breeding site. I think I would also stretch out the courting season if I were this beautiful.
I liked learning on the Cornell website that baby Hooded Mergansers leap from their nests, when they are only one day old. Bold babies! Or pushy moms? “Their mother checks the area around the nest, then calls to the nestlings from ground level. From inside the nest, the little fluffballs scramble up to the entrance hole and then flutter to the ground, which may be 50 feet or more below them. In some cases they have to walk half a mile or more with their mother to the nearest body of water.”
And as another gift to me in my semi-homebound state, Batya also found a RING-NECKED DUCK in the same area behind the Tannery. I’ve seen this duck only occasionally in the Duck Pond and never behind the Tannery in a natural setting. Thanks again, Batya! .
Save yourself the trouble of looking for the ringed neck that gives this bird its name. It’s almost impossible to see. Apparently there is a chestnut collar on the bird’s black neck that 19th century biologists used to describe the species. The speciments were dead which I guess made it easier to see the brown ring. The best field marks are the pointed head and the white ring on the bill. We in Santa Cruz get to see both the Ring-necked Duck and the Hooded Merganser as they over-winter along the west coast of the U.S and Canada. Both species fly north to Canada during breeding season but like the Hooded Mergansers and a lot of our winter water fowl, they are in breeding plumage during most of the time they are with us.
I met Yosi Almog several weeks ago who is building an owl house on his property. The Cornell Lab is encouraging people to create more nesting boxes for local birds as natural nesting sites continue to shrink. CLICK HERE to see expert advice from the Cornell Lab’s website on how to build them. I’d love to hear about any successes you have. Good luck, Yosi.
With best wishes to all our local breeding birds, many of whom are busy scouting out nesting sites, building nests and even incubating (some hummingbirds).
“Teach us to walk the soft earth as relatives to all that live.” from a Sioux prayer
With gratitude for all that is “natural, wild and free” (from Aldo Leopold, Sand County Almanac)
The other morning the moist shore sand bore witness of night and dawn beach visitors. According to the left behind paw and bird feet prints lots had been going on while I was sleeping. I love trying to decipher what animal belongs to what print. My favorite scenario is to compare several imprints of the same species and try to figure how many individuals had been present, because~ just like us~ each animal has their unique walk. A great chewy food source for the imagination are the prints that just disappear into the no-where, because the ‘what-happened?’ plots are fun to play with.
Yes, Barbara, you are right: the Canada Geese are right on schedule for the February 1st through September 15 nesting season. For about a week I have been seeing them circle back and forth over the river, honking to high heaven and I wondered about their behavior. I think I discovered the reason for their restless river flights during my ride-along with Erica, who is on the Park & Rec. maintenance crew,. Remember last year’s CANDA GOOSE nest on the river island across the Benchland and Trader Joe’s parking lot that fit the bill( or eggs for that matter) for a safe nesting spot? Well, the CANADA GEESE parents obviously questioned the potential nest safety requirements, because the island is occupied with sprawled out camp sites. I watched one C. GOOSE land on the previous year breeding spot, crane its neck for a better look at the campers, walk back and forth and fly off. Personally I agree with the CANDA GEESE couple assessment of this situation: the island is not the right place for campers to be. I hope that the feather couple will locate a safe nesting ground.
I was starring off into space, working out the logistics for various Estuary Project volunteer groups, not really paying attention to the birds flying above me. But for whatever reason I turned around and looked up, right at the OSPREY, who was hovering over the water, eyeing its future meal. She plummeted into the water, came up empty beaked and dashed off into the sky to have a discussion with a RED-shouldered HAWK, who was rocking gently in a wind current above the river. They circled each other for a while and then they both flew to the Trestle trees. The OSPREY landed on its favorite bare branch while the RED-shouldered HAWK snuggled into the foliage, where its undetectable. That wonderful interruption blew my brain fog away and if you want to see the logistic result then come and join us on Feb.15 from 9am-11am down by the Boardwalk/Trestle path. Here is more info.
I want to leave you with a video that will make you smile and no! I won’t tell you why. So enjoy and cherish your Nature moments with gusto, jane
My apologies to the birds for my title. But I couldn’t resist.
I think I may actually have gotten a glimpse this morning of two RED-TAILED HAWKS in a rare courtship ritual – although I didn’t realize it at the time. I saw two raptors with the telltale bright orange tails circling higher and higher
until I could no longer see them. I thought maybe the strong winds were helping lift them to these unusual heights, and that they were flying around at that altitude for pure joy. But it did seem unusual. I couldn’t remember ever seeing hawks, certainly not a pair, soaring that high. When I looked it up at home, I read that these hawks typically carry out their courtship rituals very high up in the air – up to 1000 feet! And courtship season typically begins in late February through March. Aha! According to the book, the ritual includes circling, touching each other and diving on half-closed wings at speeds up to 100 miles per hour. I didn’t see any tentative touching or daredevil diving, but I did see the hawks circling higher up than I’ve ever seen them. This species is said to mate for life, but when a mate dies, the mateless hawk’s ritual sky-dance courtship must begin again. Or sometimes, according to the book, a pair will engage in the aerial acrobatics in order to strengthen pre-existing pair bonds before going into the breeding. Since they mate for life and the breeding window is small, I may never get to see even this much of their sky dance again in my life.
It’s sweet, isn’t it, that nowadays our walks along the river often include welcoming back old friends like the Red-throated Loon that you so happily reported on last week and this pair of CANADA GEESE that was my first-of-season sighting this year . My neighbor Batya told me that she saw a flock of about 10 a week ago – earlier and more numerous than ever reported on the urban stretch of the river as far as I know. This was confirmed by your park ranger friend. Last year you might recall that Alex Rinkert who leads the Bird Breeding Project in Santa Cruz County asked us to report any breeding behavior of these geese – since their populations seem to be moving south. And sure enough, we saw a second year of three families on the urban river in 2019, an increase from the previous year. It looks like we may see even more this year. I especially love these good parents for their mutually supportive and highly protective parenting.
Have readers read the classic Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold? I love this book. Here’s what Leopold has to say about the spring arrival of Canada Geese in Wisconsin:
“A March morning is only as drab as he who walks in it without a glance skyward, ear cocked for geese. I once knew an educated lady, banded by Phi Peta Kappa, who told me that she had never heard or seen the geese that twice a year proclaim the revolving seasons to her well-insulated roof”
I’m afraid I was once that lady. I’m grateful to local birding guides who have helped me become more aware of all the avian wonders around me. .
And speaking of dear old friends, this morning I saw a dear PIED-BILLED GREBE, hanging out on the cold and windy river with the COMMON GOLDENEYE, above. Since the Grebe is a solitary soul (part of my attraction to it, I suppose) I think the Goldeneye, who is generally more convivial, may have become separated from her flock and decided to find comfort in a new friend. Or was she rejected by her flock for her unusual plumage? For whatever reason, they continued swimming close to each other, almost alone in an otherwise pretty empty river between Soquel and Laurel Streets. I didn’t even notice until I saw the image on my computer that the Grebe’s bill had changed back from its non-breeding drab color to its breeding colors of bright white with a dark black stripe. That’s another winsome aspect of this nondescript bird – it’s modest and unusual breeding display (males and females are indistinguishable and they both sport beautiful bills during breeding season). I’m happy to know that my little grebe is ready and willing again this year.
As for chattiness, this opinionated RAVEN had a lot to say to me this morning, if only I had the ears to hear. Maybe it was saying No to the Recall.
Which – eh –brings me to the Recall – which has been occupying a lot of my time and keeping me from the river. I strongly believe that this recall not only sets a terrible precedent for democratic governance but threatens to upset our new environmentally responsive majority. Our new Mayor, Justin Cummings captured the crux of the matter when he said,
“Recalls are intended to remove elected officials who commit crimes or who abuse their powers in office. Regular elections, not recall elections, are the way that members of the public are supposed to make clear their various policy priorities. What is happening in this recall is an attempt to pre-empt and undermine the normal electoral process, and the voters should reject it.”
Two key points that Justin did not mention are that (1) this recall began immediately after the November 2018 election, long before accusations of misconduct were directed against Drew Glover and Chris Krohn. and (2) that the recall was instigated and funded – to the tune of close to $100,000 (!) – by outside development and real estate interests (using the local anti-rent control group Santa Cruz Together as its funnel). And they had the nerve to call it a “grassroots movement”! Takeover by wealthy, outside interests is what our community should be seriously concerned about, not a regrettable but minor lapse in civility by hard-working and committed civil servants. You can read lots more about the recall if you go to Stopsantacruzrecalls.org.
As for Chris Krohn and Drew Glover, both are srong environmentalists who are supportive of protecting the San Lorenzo River as a wildlife habitat. If we lose them and get Don Lane and Renee Golder, I believe it will be a setback for a green future in Santa Cruz. Don Lane supported recreational boating on the San Lorenzo River when he was on the Council, the issue that triggered this blog. Renee Golder has been registered as a Republican most of her adult life. Katherine Beiers and Tim Fitzmaurice, on the other hand, oppose the recall and have generously stepped forward as “just in case’ candidates who are committed to upholding the progressive views of Chris and Drew i the event they are recalled Let’s hope not! I urge readers to vote NO on the recall and YES on Katherine and Tim.
When Drew Glover was running for City Council in 2016, he carefully listened to me talk about the importance of protecting the wildlife habitat of the river from commercial and recreational development and memorized the fact about the 122 bird species who depend on the urban river for their survival. He used this information in several campaign forums. Drew is the founder of Project Pollinate, an organization committed to raising public awareness about our threatened ecosystem. Click here for a very interesting video of him describing the work of his five-year old organization.
Chris Krohn has been an active environmentalist long before his first 4 years as a City Council member from 1998 to 2004. He was part of a progressive majority that got the current San Lorenzo Urban River Plan (SLURP) passed in 2003, a plan that offered far more habitat protection than the levee projects of many other cities. Chris Krohn has actively solicited the input of Jane and me and many other local environmentalists in considering the environmental impact of issues before the City Council. He has worked hard to put environmentally aware community members on some of the leading City Commissions.
The following statement in support of Krohn and Glover, and against the recall, was recently released by the Sierra Club:
The Sierra Club is against the recall of Counncilmembers Drew Glover and Chris Krohn in the March 3, 2020 election. Council members Glover and Krohn originally earned the Sierra Club’s endorsement through a rigorous vetting process that identifies candidates who prioritize the world’s climate and our local biodiversity. As elected officials, both have energetically followed through on their commitment to the environment.
Both councilmembers are important to the council majority that protects our local environment. They have taken the lead in providing free bus passes to downtown employees, supporting our City’s urban tree canopy, protecting the site of the downtown Farmer’s Market from development into a $40 million parking structure, managing UCSC growth in the context of finite natural resources, renovating our downtown library at the civic center, requiring that a minimum 20% of new housing be kept affordable to local workers, and protecting our greenbelt from overuse and degradation.
Council members Glover and Krohn have supported Sierra Club priorities, and now we need to suppport their voices on the Council.
We hope you will join with the Sierra Club in voting AGAINST the recalls of Drew Glover and Chris Krohn. For more information on how to help, please visit stopsantacruzrecalls.org.
Please vote NO on the recall. Vote YES for Katherine and Tim.
Click here to see my eBird checklist from Feb. 4, 2020
I hope you have time in your life to to make some new wild friends, or visit some old ones.
Good Morning Barbara and fellow Nature Celebrators,
In my last post I was lamenting that I hadn’t seen ‘my’ RED-throated LOON on the river. One of our readers responded right away, mentioning that she saw a LOON a day prior to my post. She also brought up that the recent Christmas bird count reported a 30% decline of birds recorded, which mirrors my observation of the low migratory waterfowl presence. The day after my post I met up with my levee compadre, and I was so happy to hear that a RED-throated LOON was waiting for me upriver. We booth just about jumped up and down like excited kids. I rushed to find ‘my’ bird and sure enough there it was: preening the beautiful feathers, taking a few dips to put them in place. Once in awhile the healthy looking bird checked on me and continue its absorbing morning beautifications, resulting in a great success. Watching the RED-throated LOON I mused how remarkable it was how we are weaving this rich river community network with our readers.
The day after my Sierra Club Executive Commission election defeat I let the river magic wash over loss wound and greeted Nature’s healing powers. And yes, the election campaign was a hurtful experience, which didn’t surprise, but was unpleasant to go through. So it was soothing to see the SPOTTED SANDPIPER at its favorite rock and it was exciting to see an other one close by, announcing the early phase of potential mate selection. The AMERICAN COOTS flotillas decorated the water surface and a few COMMON GOLDENEYES moseyed along the cliff edge, exploring the rocks for breakfast choices. I let the slow, easy life pursuit of the wildlife spread a calming, peaceful blanket over my turbulent soul and surrendered to the moment. I want to thank all of you Sierra Club members, who honored me with your vote. Your voice matters a lot to me, because it encourages and supports me to continue standing up for the environment.
It was a pleasure to take a walk with Sandi, who had been introduced to me by her nephew, the prior Project Manager of the Santa Cruz Downtown Street Team(DST). He took the brilliant introduction step, because he had read my blog post that referred to his aunt’s FB report about the Seabright dog that had audaciously chased the poor SNOWY PLOVERS, which was hard for Sandi to watch since she is a dog trainer. We had wonderful, quirk filled walk that was packed with river life: the various birds, showing her the restoration work the DST members had achieved, the guy who threw his bike in the waterline bushes and flushed birds and who took kindly to my educational talk, even considering coming to the Estuary Project work day. Sandi and I even managed to find time to exchange great brainstorming ideas for the river.
What is it with life that hands me a battery dead camera when I observe something astounding? I faced that dilemma as I was coming around the Crescent bridge bend where a beautiful, healthy RED-shouldered HAWK was having an AMERICAN COOT breakfast right by the waterline. As always I felt sorry for the feast victim and as usual I bridged that pity with knowing that bird hunters don’t kill for hoarding sake, but everyday survival. Satisfied I didn’t show any interest in sharing the meal, the gorgeous HAWK kept filled its empty belly, only occasionally eyeing me until I gave the RED-shouldered HAWK its eating privacy.
It will be so exciting to introduce the Estuary Project volunteer crew to the new, working tools that were donated by a river compadre, who we have impressed with our Estuary Project efforts. My compadre thoroughly, deeply enjoys the river and birds, so I can’t wait to work with the volunteers and new tools to improve the habitat further for thriving critters, who will be lovingly celebrated by the donator and all of us. And I like to assure the reader, who saw the beautiful CEDAR WAXWING at the river that more of their food sources are on the planting menu horizon.
Here is to the river that unites us with its magic!!
Cheers & chirps, jane