Showing posts with label sanderlings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sanderlings. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Bouncy peeps

On these chilly winter days, how do sandpipers deal with the cold?

We were shivering, in our jackets and scarves, double gloves, warm boots, and the hoods over our tuques.

The sanderling* has no warm socks.

Following the flocks of sandpipers along the shore, I noticed something different about the way they moved. Watch:


*An adult sanderling weighs between 1.4 and 3.5 ounces. The legs are about as thick as a pencil lead. Not much bulk for holding the heat!

Friday, January 04, 2013

Sandpiper mnemonics

Joey Slinger, in Down and Dirty Birding, classifies the Sandpiper clan into three categories: Great Big Sandpipers*, Middle-sized Sandpipers**, and "Peeps"***. Ours, on the Boundary Bay flats, are middle-sized.

When I get a decent photo or two, I try to identify them, and then memorize the clues for each one.  I'm not all that good at it.

So here's my latest attempt at hammering something into my hard skull.

Last Tuesday, the tide was part-way out in the Centennial Beach area. Recent storms and high tides had scoured the upper beach clean. Most of the driftwood was 'way up there in front of the houses. The few rolls of drying eelgrass were just below that, far above their usual resting place. And most of the sand was covered with about an inch of loose sea-bottom scum.

There were no snails to be seen, but many small clams were lying loose on the sand, washed out of their hiding places. The gulls were dropping them out on the sandbars, and squabbling noisily over who got there first. A pair of eagles sat on the farthest sandbar, watching the gulls.

Along the line of wavelets at the shore, hundreds of peeps were dancing and bobbing. Further out, flocks of bigger ones stood, belly-deep, head down, bills probing. The water out there was ankle-deep to a gull; this is a very flat beach.

A dunlin.

The dunlins are the larger of the two. My latest bird book gives a length of 21.5 cm. In breeding season, (for the two weeks of breeding season they hang around), they are distinctive, with a black belly and reddish back, but most of the time, they're just another peep. But looking closely, if they don't have their bills buried up to the hilt in mud, I can see that the bill is fairly long, and turns slightly down at the tip.

Bill above water, and bill in normal pose.

These are the pipers that forage a bit further out. They move about slowly, digging deep into the mud as they go. Occasionally, they all rise at once and move on down the shore, where they settle and up-end themselves looking for sand dwellers, probably worms.

Dunlins doing their thing.

We often see flocks of these, out over the water, looking like a speeding grey cloud that briefly flashes white as it turns for the return trip.

The sanderlings are the little ones that race along at the very edge of the water, pecking quickly and moving on. Run, run, run, peck, run, peck, run, run, peck, peck . . . Their legs move, says my book, "like (a) windup toy." A perfect description.

They fatten themselves on those little amphipods, Americorophium salmonis, catching them as they wait at the mouth of their burrows, just before the tide drops and they move deep into the sand.

Smaller than the dunlin; 19 cm. long, and with a shorter, straight bill. Extremely cute.

They're a lighter shade of brown than the dunlins now, but will darken up for breeding season.

Sanderlings or dunlins flying. Both species have a white wing stripe that shows up in flight. (Click to see full size.) The ones flying upside-down are reflections.

So: sanderlings run, sanderlingsanderlingsanderlingsanderling, legs pumping away constantly. Dunlins are more serious; they get the work dun, not giving up until they've dug out their worm. And their bills point and turn dowun. Think I can remember that?

*Great Big Sandpipers I've seen around here: Whimbrels, at Iona Beach.
**Middle-sized Sandpipers, ditto: Yellowlegs, greater and lesser. Boundary Bay, Crescent Beach. Dowitchers, Reifel Island, Dunlins and Sandpipers, Boundary Bay and Semiahmoo Beach.
***Peeps: Least Sandpiper, Oyster Bay, south of Campbell River. Least is a good word for it; these are tiny!


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Eat and run, run and eat ...

The colder it gets, the happier the peeps are. These mid-winter days, rafts of tiny birds float on the waters of Boundary Bay, from one shore to the other, or drift in low-flying clouds as if tossed by a stray breeze. Hundreds more hunt along the shore for tiny mud critters. Prey was plentiful last week; the dunlins and sanderlings were feasting.


I love those cute running legs!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Preview

I'm working on a bit of a video. They always take longer than I think they will. I'll just leave a cover image, for now.

Sanderling, Boundary Bay

It almost looks summery, doesn't it? Appearances are deceiving. It was freezing out there. The birds should have been blue with cold.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

When in Rome (or Boundary Bay) ...

Laurie noticed them first. We were watching peeps along the water line at Boundary Bay. They foraged in small groups, about a half to one dozen at a time, strung out as far as we could see either way. Most of them were these:

Sanderlings in winter plumage

Small, round, pale grey. bright white. Black bill and feet.
 My bird guide, Audubon ... Western Region, says,
"Unlike most sandpipers, they are quite tame even during winter and are a delight to watch as they retreat and advance with the breaking waves." ... flocks of Sanderlings ... spread out in long lines along the water's edge and run in small groups of twos or threes."
That describes them perfectly. They allowed us to come within a couple of metres from where they were feeding, and even then, ran towards us. The waves were smallish, not quite enough to swamp the birds, so they didn't retreat, but let the water wash over them even as they probed for food.

The guide also mentions the stripe on their wings, seen in flight.

The book mentions a white stripe: I see the dark edge of it on a mostly white bird.
What Laurie saw: among all those happy, peeping, grey birds, there were three different ones, blending in, acting just like the others.

Just a bit longer and thinner, and a definite brown, with a brown collar. Dark brown legs and bill.

And the bill is longer than the sanderlings', and just slightly curved downward.
As far as I can tell, they're dunlins, separated from their usual hundreds-strong flock. (I could easily, easily, be wrong.*) We don't see dunlins this close, normally; one step too close (and that's 'way back where we have to squint to see them), and the whole shebang lifts itself up, does a rapid series of aerial acrobatics, and settles far off in the distance. These three have taken on the calmer habits of their new companions.

*I could be wrong on the sanderlings, too; peeps in general confuse me.

Monday, December 13, 2010

U-Pick Seafood Bar

We spent a beautiful, if chilly, afternoon at Boundary Bay, watching "peeps" as they foraged at the edge of the retreating tide. This one has caught something interesting; a small clam, perhaps?

I think they're sanderlings, in winter dress.
More tomorrow, once I've sorted the photos.
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