Something Special After All

It rained all night. The rivers went up and started down again. My mother called at 5:30 AM to wish me happy birthday and ask what I was doing to celebrate. Nothing, said I. I was abrupt. It was 5:30 AM for god sake, I thought somebody had died or something. My sister called at 7:40 AM. Asked the same question. At sunrise there was a rainbow.

Sunrise Rainbow 11/06/09 (Click for larger image.)

Later it rained a lot more, and there was sun, and rain and so on. Through the morning I was working at the tribe, putting together our 'new' bookcases (hand-me-downs from a remodeled branch library in Sequim). Turned out to be complicated, we didn't get as far as actually moving things into them by the time I left. Shouldn'ta left.

But the weather service was promising us GIANT WAVES, no joke, that's what the NOAA warning said. So I came out to La Push this afternoon to see what a 25-foot swell looks like. High tide, lots of surf, big splashes, really big splashes out on some of the islands, I think I saw a wave splash up and right over Dahdayla Island. Not looking too much like 25-foot walls of water by the time they get to the beach, however, at least not from up above on the point at the north end of the beach. But wow gorgeous. A lot of people were out looking.

Now I'm tucked up in the Pacific Inn Motel in Forks tonight. It will be low tide in the morning and maybe safe to get out onto Rialto. Only maybe. I'll be cautious. The NOAA warnings are quite ferocious about people keeping off the beaches until the swell diminishes.

(I decided why not, it's my birthday. So I got to stay until dusk, didn't have to drive the hour and a half home in the dark, can be out on the beach again early in the morning.

(Truth, it's pouring rain outside at the moment. I kind of wish I were home and didn't have to stir out in the morning and go watch GIANT WAVES in the rain. I keep checking the weather forecast to assure myself it isn't going to snow or anything like that, either here or back in Port Angeles.)

(Happy birthday, me.)

PS. What NOAA said: ".A LARGE AND POWERFUL LOW PRESSURE CENTER IN THE GULF OF ALASKA HAS GENERATED GIANT WAVES WHICH WILL REACH THE WASHINGTON COAST ON FRIDAY MORNING AND THEN CONTINUE THROUGH SATURDAY...A LONG SERIES OF GIANT WAVES WILL START TO IMPACT THE WASHINGTON COAST ON FRIDAY MORNING AND THEN CONTINUE THROUGH SATURDAY. POWERFUL WAVES OF 25 TO 28 FEET ARE EXPECTED TO IMPACT THE BEACHES DURING THIS TIME PERIOD. THE GIANT WAVES WILL BE SEPARATED BY ABOUT 15 TO 20 SECONDS OF TIME...SO DO NOT BE LULLED BY PERIOD BETWEEN WAVES INTO THINKING IT IS SAFE TO VENTURE CLOSE TO THE WATERS EDGE...THESE WAVES ARE POWERFUL ENOUGH TO SWEEP UNWARY BEACH WALKERS OUT TO SEA. PEOPLE CAN BE SERIOUSLY INJURED BY DEBRIS...SUCH AS LOGS...TOSSED ABOUT IN THE WAVES."

Another Storm Coming

Another storm coming, rain through the weekend, they are saying back in the staff workroom. Unfair to beachbunnies, say I. But so far the storms have been warm. We've had all this rain, and rivers going up and down, but up on Hurricane Ridge there is still no snow by the visitor center.

Hurricane Ridge Webcam, 1PM, November 4 (Click for larger image.)

Later: Wow. They certainly think it's going to rain. The gauge on the Elwha expects the river to really jump up.

Expected flow on the Elwha River (Click for larger image.)

Later still: read Cliff Mass Weather Blog, and admire this fabulous animation from the U. of Washington meteorology department. Waves. There's gonna be waves. Thanks to CS for pointing this out.

Somewhere To the South of Us

Late in October, COASST reported algal bloom resurgent, distressed birds and dead birds and lingering brown foam on the beaches to the south on the Long Beach Peninsula; and to the north, MS's email said, "Birds on the north beaches alive on 20-22 October but by 23-25 October only a few alive on the beaches. The counts are between 50 to 60 dead on each of the 3 major beaches in the north (Hobuck, Sooes and Shi Shi). Species about 50:50 red-throated loons and common murres on Hobuck and then almost entirely common murres on Sooes and Shi Shi."

So I was sent on October 31 to Kalaloch North to survey with a writer preparing an article for High Country News. The idea was he would see actual handling of dead birds by amateur citizen scientist (me).

Last Tuesday when I was out with Rocco at Rialto there had been quite a lot of foam, calf-deep at one spot; but no birds. It seemed likely that further to the south we'd have birds to work. It rained all Friday night, the Sol Duc River as we drove over its bridges en route west and south was really fluffed up, high and muddy. We thought, 'Working in the rain, storm surf, dunes of foam, more birds than we can handle...' But instead we had sunshine, a beach swept by high tide, very little foam (1)(2), and no distressed or dead birds. (I was glad, but not so good for EW's article about COASST.)

Near the mouth of Kalaloch Creek we were chased up into the drift by a tide that didn't seem to know it was supposed to be going out and instead was getting higher. We retreated up one of the beach access trails, and came down again at our start point. We looked fairly thoroughly, and picked up a lot of trash on our return from the north end of the beach. No birds. By then the tide really was going out. There was the wide flat Kalaloch Beach to examine, but the retreating tide left us no beached bird offerings in the surf line.

EW spotted a peregrine falcon. There was a group of happy live scoters out in the surf. It began to cloud up. Gulls stood around. We headed home.

Kalaloch North, October 21, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

The One-Day House Guest

A Day in the Car with Rocco, October 27, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

Well, we ran around like crazy. The Park had closed the road to Hurricane Ridge on Monday due to ice and snow, so while we waited for them to update the road recording Tuesday morning we went out on Ediz Hook first thing and admired shipping. There were plenty of tankers, freighters, and miscellaneous work boats, and the pilot boat did a run—all just for our delectation. Gulls, ducks (not many). We called the Park road line, which informed us that the Hurricane Ridge Road was remaining closed for Tuesday.

So we zipped into town for me to get a week's worth of mail from the PO box, and return a week's worth of library books, and then headed west. We thought we might go to either Neah Bay or Lake Ozette. First went along Lake Crescent on the north shore (East Beach Road), then over to highway 112 which leads (eventually) along the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Visited Pillar Point County Park on the shore, very peacable small waves washing in; watched salmon fishermen messing with nets and boats.

Pillar Point. Canada in the background across the Strait. (Click for larger image.)

Progress was very slow along highway 112, so we made a sudden change of plan, went back south up highway 113 to Sappho and out to the outer coast at Rialto Beach. The usual beautiful ocean. Then into Forks for lunch at the Taqueria Santa Ana, then headed east again.

On our way back, we went up the Sol Duc River and did in fact see coho salmon leaping up the cascade. Not many. But it made me happy, I was hooting and hopping up and down. (I don't think Rocco was impressed by the glorious jumping fishes. He'd just seen coho from the underwater viewing gallery at the Chittenden Locks in Seattle. It must be something to be eye-to-eye with them...) Then detoured again along the north shore of Lake Crescent, this time from the west instead of from the east; took a short walk. Returned.

Then straight home and he packed up feverishly and rushed off to make the ferry from Kingston to Edmunds and on into Seattle for his next social engagement/lodging.

East Beach Road, Lake Crescent (Click for larger image.)

Intermezzo (Second)

I didn't dream it. Went today to the Peninsula College library to meet with them, and I do indeed have a new part-time job. Home now to fill out lots of paperwork and round up several forms of ID, then back to turn in the formalities and all is in process.

I've been in Florida with family for a week; then had a 22-hour houseguest— already ensconced in the guest room before I even got home— to run all over the map with; then, well, hanging around in a state of suspense unable to post or write email or really do anything until today's meeting told me for sure the current shape of my life.

Not only do I start next week on Tuesday, but since my birthday is on Friday my new boss is eager to make me the occasion for a staff party. We're librarians. We give each other parties all the time...

Shortly will return this blog to its usual beachbunny programming,

Looking East Along the Strait from Pillar Point County Park, 10/27/09... (Click for larger image.)though I do want to think about how to draw in a certain amount of librarianly content. Not much of what went on at the tribal library was mine to tell about. But I'm about to be learning about a whole new-to-me library world, academic libraries. And odds are I'll have things I want to tell.

First draft said 'They're librarians." Changed it to "We..."

Very Far Away

Salmon are jumping on the Sol Duc River. Algal foam is resurgent on the northwesternmost coast, Sooes and Shi-Shi Beaches are seeing distressed birds, alas. There is a clearing in the weather, soon to be followed by another storm.

But I'm in Florida with family, just about as far away as it is possible to be. (Well, not really of course. I am reading Kate Grenville's The Lieutenant, set at the very beginning of the penal colony in Australia. There is far away, and then there is far away.

The Word of the Day

Olympic Peninsula Gold says there was placer mining in beach sands at Kalaloch, and that "on tombolo between Abbey Island and Ruby Beach, in E 1/2 of NE 1/4 section 31 T26N R13W, in black sand deposits you can find some very fine grained gold." It does not say whether anyone made a claim. Don't see how they could work it, as it is underwater twice a day...

Like right here, it means... Abbey Island, June, 2009. Note person for scale. (Click for larger image.)

tombolo. Who knew?

Abbey Island, connected by tombolo to Ruby Beach

The Rivers Went Up, the Rivers Went Down Again

There isn't a gauge on the Sol Duc River. So I watched the Elwha gauge online through the morning... and in the afternoon off I went, hoping the Sol Duc too had gotten a little less fluffy. Well, yes. Less muddy, less volume but still a lot. Finally the salmon seemed to think it was practically perfect.

Coho Salmon Moving Upstream on the Sol Duc, at River Mile 59

I never managed to get a picture of one of the big ones, plump and colorful and a hint of those fierce hooked jaws as they flashed by. But I saw plenty, all sizes. Jump jump jump. After a while I feeling like I was throwing myself into each leap, and just watched. Happily.

Over and Over, Looking for Salmon

We are having a long brilliant leaf season. The vine maples started turning out on the west end at the end of August, and are now just barely past their peak up on the Sol Duc.

And it's been raining. The moss in the forest is magically soft again, the rivers jumped up at last. MP and I went to the Sol Duc yesterday. The forest was speckled with leaf color, and there was SO much water we couldn't see (still, again, just not going to see them this year) any salmon jumping. Probably they are hanging out in eddies, avoiding being swept downstream. We focussed on one who had gotten somehow to a little side pool way up on the rocks, and was trying to figure out how to go onward. We'd gasp and shout each time he tried and failed to get further. My whole body wriggled along with him, rose up on toes, trying to help him make it. We held our hands over our mouths to keep from screaming, shouting out at him go-Go-GO. Eventually he tried one more time, got stuck in a bad spot, and was flooded back down into the body of the river. And that was the only fish we saw.

Salmon Cascades, October 16, 2009

It rained a whole lot last night. I went back late this afternoon, of course I did, and there was even more water.

Vine maples on the Sol Duc Road (Click for larger image.)Vine maples on the Sol Duc Road (Click for larger image.)

I'll try again tomorrow, try again Monday. Then I go see my ma, and when I come back I'll have missed them.

Librarying

This is fairly astonishing. The Peninsula College library has called, and I will after all be starting a part-time job there as reference backup (and perhaps general fill-in-as-needed).

I'm still a librarian.

Details not to become clear until after I go see my ma next week. I do hope I didn't dream the conversation. So far I have only notes scribbled by my unconscious pencil while talking to the library director as evidence that it's really happening.

Reading News

Experimental widget, showing what's presently piled by the couch...

I lo-o-o-ve LibraryThing. So does the Elwha Klallam Library

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Well, Then

M.-S.'s email to COASST volunteers says that the algal bloom is still out there, but we are not getting harmful foam on the waves and not getting new bird mortalities on the beaches; and "I am pleased to say that preliminary estimates indicate that though alarming for those of us on the beach, the numbers were not sufficient to cause a population level effect to the scoter population." We can return to our normal survey patterns, she says.

So I did my usual monthly beach survey for dead birds on Saturday, and saw happy LIVE scoters, 40 or so, bobbin' around out beyond the surf. They were pretty far away to get a good look but there was one whose face markings and patch on his head plainly said 'scoter' to my binoculars. Purely anecdotal evidence that enough of them survived. Yaay.

(To my disappointment, however, I was not suddenly miraculously returned to when I could expect to find no dead birds, which is the norm on my two beaches. Three carcasses tagged last month were still there, and had to be examined and recorded; plus there was one 'new' one, though not fresh, really as long-dead as the re-finds. And I couldn't identify it because couldn't examine the feet closely and couldn't get a wing chord and I looked at Every Picture In the ID Book to no avail, which made me feel inadequate, though I'm sure my COASST mentors will be able to recognize it from the photographs. MUCH prefer doing the survey and having nothing to write down except the weather.)

What else. I went up on top of the jetty and looked over at the river. Pelicans sitting around, pelicans flying by, and lots of gulls. The waves came in quietly on the beach side. I sat for a long time and finished the then-current book.

Gulls disturbed by a small boat, Quileute River, October 10, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

Need some place to make the ID photos available, so herewith, October 10, 2009:
   On Ellen Creek Beach, a refind of a Western Gull someone mysteriously tagged with only one tie (red, so #1) WEGU (1)(2)(3); and bird #768, unknown (768a)(768b)(768c)(768d)
   On Rialto Jetty Beach, two refinds: a white-winged scoter #762 first tagged on 9/20 (1)(2), and a common murre #757 first tagged on 9/14 (1)(2).

Waiting for Rain

Oh the rivers are so low right now. The river guys out at Elwha say the storms arriving this week will bring the Elwha River back up to normal flow; so most likely the same will be true for the Sol Duc. Yaay.

First Storm of the Winter Impending (Click for larger image.)

Weather Bulletin

Frost this morning.

(Darn.)

(Saturday, Monday, Tuesday) Yes, Still Here

Did went to the ocean on Tuesday. Lots and lots of pelicans, and a porpoise, who porpoised on by showing his sweet little dorsal fin, and then again back in the other direction. Almost no surf, the tide just rose in a quiet way and started going back down again, with quiet waves.

Pelicans are normal year-round neighbors for Californians. But not up here. Each separate string of passing pelicans makes me happy. All my pelican photos were out of focus. Eeee-too-bad, some of them would have been really grand. So I have to show a quiet-surf picture instead.

Quiet Waves, Rialto Beach, October 6, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

I didn't see any dead birds, but would only have seen them if they were in the surf line. I was definitely not looking. Haven't heard from my COASST mentors lately about how the scoter wreck is proceeding. My blog post about surveying the dead birds on Third Beach was cited by the Peninsula Daily News (note link on top), and one of those photos was used in the COASST news section. It seems odd to me that apparently nobody else was making a record of the context, at least not publicly. Lord knows there were COASST surveyors out there taking formal ID photos of dead birds the whole time.

Oh and yes, went with WC on Saturday out to Salt Creek. While we waited for the Audubon people and the vulture lady, we wandered around the park,

Salt Creek Flows Into the Strait, Early Morning, October 3, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

beautiful warm morning, surely the vultures will move across the strait. And so they did, but crossed the shoreline way to the east, over the mouth of the Elwha River instead of where we were. Distant flapping specks through the Audubon man's scope, flapflap, flapflap. The vulture lady counted several hundred as she peered through her scope. Meanwhile WC and one of the other birdwatchers and I were more interested in the ship traffic. We saw the sub escorts, Silverstar and Gemstone and two Coast Guard cutters move out to the west as a group, then turn around heading east again. Sure enough a submarine conning tower appeared among the parade, and after a while you could actually see the body of the sub. Oh my, really large. Probably longer than all four escorts end to end.

On Monday after work I went one more time to look for leaping salmon at the Cascade on the Sol Duc River. It is the time of year when the sunlight at any time of day is always late-afternoon rich and beautiful. But the river is very low. There were fewer fish in the pool below, and only one fish moved. He bounced off, splat, and washed back down.

The Forest at the Cascade, October 5, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

Now to see if changing the title makes the automatic email go again...

This Very Morning

Venus burning over the dawn horizon. Sky-at-a-glance points out Mercury and Saturn, but it's already nearly too light, Mercury barely a spark. Mt. Baker clearly silhouetted.

I owe email to a million of my beloveds, and could have reported here on Saturday mostly-non-events at Salt Creek, Monday mostly-non-events at Salmon Cascade. Maybe later. And I do have to tell about the low water in the rivers. But for now, going to stay on track for an early departure to the ocean. High tide at 1:58 PM, I can spend much of the day watching it rise if I go soonish.

Three Months After the Road Opened

The Obstruction Point Road is about ready to close again. Soon the gate will close at the point where the dirt road leaves the Hurricane Ridge Road, up by the visitor center; already they warn you:

There was a bit of snow on the road going out in the morning, much less by afternoon returning. The clouds never quite cleared off Mt. Olympus, a twilighty sunshine came and went. Frost outlined the grasses. The marmots are gone down into their burrows.

Lillian Ridge Trail at Obstruction Point, October 2, 2009 (Click for larger image.)

WC saw a pod of orcas from the ferry on his way across yesterday morning. In the afternoon we tried for salmon leaping up the Cascade on the Sol Duc River. But though there were more salmon in the pool below the Cascade than there were a week ago, they are still not jumping. What happens if the river never fluffs up? Will they eventually move anyway? Or do this year's returning salmon never spawn?

Tomorrow we try (again) to see the turkey vulture migration at Salt Creek.

HouseGuest

About to go meet WC at the ferry. We have 48 hours. It's a bit rainy. Various scattered possibilities include

Hurricane Ridge and Obstruction Point
Salmon Cascades
Rialto Beach
Linda Mapes' local book launch, Friday night
vulture migration program at Salt Creek Saturday morning

Or we could cast caution to the winds at dart off to the Hoh Rain Forest tomorrow. I mean, duh, it's raining...

That Earthquake in Samoa

Earthquake and tsunami in Samoa. There's a tsunami advisory in effect for the California and Oregon coasts. The news story in the LA Times says only about a 12 inch wave.

image from NOAA, Watches, Warning & Advisories, 09/29/09 (Click for larger image.)

The full warning text is long, but the part we care about assures us

"SIGNIFICANT WIDESPREAD INUNDATION IS NOT EXPECTED FOR AREAS IN AN ADVISORY. TSUNAMIS ARE A SERIES OF WAVES POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS SEVERAL HOURS AFTER INITIAL ARRIVAL TIME. ESTIMATED TIMES OF INITIAL WAVE ARRIVAL FOR SELECTED SITES IN THE ADVISORY ARE PROVIDED BELOW.

SANTA BARBARA-CA 2111 PDT SEP 29
LA JOLLA-CA 2116 PDT SEP 29
CRESCENT CITY-CA 2120 PDT SEP 29
SAN FRANCISCO-CA 2131 PDT SEP 29
CHARLESTON-OR 2132 PDT SEP 29
SEASIDE-OR 2205 PDT SEP 29
"

Reading News

The library's hold system has come through with a whole pile of titles all at once. I have the newest mystery titles by Margaret Coel, Kenneth Abel, Peter Lovesey, Deborah Grabien, Harry Dolan, William Kent Krueger & Sara Paretsky to look forward to. (I'm an addict of the new. When I think I have nothing to read, I only mean that no brand-new mysteries I'm looking forward to are in hand.)

Plus three young adult titles, two juvenile fictions, Alastair Reynolds' newest, and three non-fiction titles. M is bringing me a pile of Wendell Berry's novels from her bookcase, which she is sure will feed my fiction hunger. Sunny Frazier is sending me a copy of her book. And really, it's time to take another run at Willard Bascom's Waves and Beaches : The Dynamics of the Ocean Surface, try to understand more about, well, waves and beaches.

The Kenneth Abel is a Katrina book, so I think I'll read that one next; last week I gobbled down Dave Eggers' Zeitoun in one long insomniac night, extraordinarily smooth nonfiction that proceeds like a Katrina novel—Katrina coming, Katrina happening, city drowned, aftermath (with unexpected further bad thing happening)— only it's truth. My bookmarks are in Kathryn Stockett's The Help and Scott Weidensaul's wonderful book about migratory birds, Living on the Wind.

The hold-for-emergency book is Katy Munger's new Casey Jones mystery, the first since 2001, which I think I will just go ahead and read, instead of saving it, the next time I am stranded with no new mysteries lined up and find myself neurotic with fear-of-nothing-to-read. Except once a few decades ago when I was in a broken-down Zen Center van in the middle of Market Street at rush-hour in San Francisco, I've never in my life actually had nothing to read.

On Into the Weekend

Stirred out early-ish on Saturday to try to see the turkey vulture migration (please look at map). No, still no turkey vultures. I was out there at Salt Creek, sitting on the bench where the researcher Diann MacRae set up shop last year, at 9:30. The sun was out and many of the occupants of the campground wandered down the steps onto the rocks with their coffee mugs in hand, but no turkey vultures came across the Strait for the next hour and a half (unless they are really subtle, or happened to veer to the side before they came in sight). Fog came rolling in from the west at 11. I decided no vulture in his right mind would think about soaring across the Strait in a chilly fog, so I left.

Of course, probably the fog didn't stay; and maybe vultures don't have minds...

The other Sibley book (Bird Life and Behavior) quite interesting about New World vultures. They are more closely related to storks than to hawks. They form pair bonds for life, but will choose another partner if one dies. They have some inaesthetic habits.

Salt Creek County Recreation Area, 09/26/09 (Click for larger image.)

A couple of seals swam by just outside the kelp bed. They were really big, maybe they were sea lions, I couldn't get a good enough look to tell. One of the coffee mug people said there had been a whale in Crescent Bay around the corner yesterday, and after a couple of hours it swam right by the point here; and they had seen two sea lions.

Is the Sun or the Fog Going to Win

MP was cheering for the sunshine, I thought if we were going to be out on the beach for hours I'd just as soon have it foggy at least half the time.

Little James Island from Rialto Jetty, 9/25/09 (Click for larger image.)

After a while the sun took control where we were, which made MP happy. Off to the north you could see that the fog had not surrendered. The tide was coming back, the waves were beautiful, the gulls flying past were shining in the sunlight, there were not so many people on the beach, oh it was a fine day.

Tide Coming Back, Ellen Creek reach of Rialto, 9/25/09 (Click for larger image.)

This was Friday, we were out there to do the COASST survey of the three Rialto beach segments. We are keeping up the frequent resurveys for as long as the algae bloom is happening and the birds are still dying in elevated numbers (which I said I would not mention any more, sorry); and they asked if I was up for doing all three Rialto segments, instead of my usual two.

MP wanted to come, to see how it is done. We had a total of four birds. On Rialto Jetty, refound a white-winged scoter that AE and I had tagged on the 21st. On the Ellen Creek beach, two new birds, a common murre and a white-winged scoter. On the Hole-in-the-Wall beach, a surf scoter. We were working against the incoming tide by that point. MP went on to Hole-in-the-Wall to see if there were any more birds to work while I did #767, the surf scoter.

The minute she walked away I rediscovered that left alone with a dead bird I become excited and confused. My 'cootie discipline'—being careful about what I touch with the gloves, what I don't touch without the gloves— lapses entirely, and I find myself doing things like cinching down the tags with one glove off and one glove on; I flip the ID guide madly to and fro, change my mind over and over, remeasure, and forget to write everything down. I've put all the ID photos on a CD so don't need to show any here, but: wing feather detail of #765, a common murre if I got it right (you may remember that the last murre I thought I had turned out to be a rhinoceros auklet); and #767, a female surf scoter.

We had time to sit for a while in the sun and watch the waves, see the gulls fly by. Only a handful of pelicans, they must all be already well south of here. On the way home we went up the Sol Duc to see if the fish were jumping at Salmon Cascades. There were a few fish in the pool below, cruising around, but nobody jumped. Have to wait until after the next rain, probably, to watch Life At Its Most Determined. But it was nice to see the river.

Salmon Cascades, Sol Duc River, 9/25/09 (Click for larger image.)

High Tide at Salt Creek

Salt Creek County Park, Tuesday afternoon. High tide. Not a hint of a single passing Cathartes aura (turkey vulture). Nobody around except gulls and harlequin ducks. And a couple of kayakers.

Tongue Point, where the Strait was washing over the tidepool rocks (Click for larger image.)

Only I couldn't get away from work until later than I planned, and arrived out there at about 2:30, perhaps too late in the day.

It was very gorgeous out there, sky very clear (the smoke plume that was about to wave over the Olympic Peninsula was still blowing out to sea.)

I wrote to Diann MacRae, who does the Olympic Vulture Study, Tuesday night; she answered back: "The highest numbers seem to come between 10 am - 2 pm, but also as early as 0930 and late as 430 pm. If it's a really good flight day, they seem to arrive around 10 and stream in for an hour or two or more." So since I got out there at 2:30 on Tuesday I'd have missed them, probably, though there probably weren't any, other than maybe a few calendrically confused ones. Sept. 26 to October 3 is usually the peak migration week.

Might go early Sunday morning and try again. I sure would like to see a few hundred big birds come gliding across the Strait from Sooke. Or not. I'm actually tired of thinking about birds all the time...

Kelp Bed at Tongue Point (Click for larger image.)

Smoke Update

It's pivoting eastwards. Conditions here much improved.

11:38 AM here (Click for larger image.)

The Smoke Map

NOAA's SSD Fire Detection (Fire and Smoke Analysis) web site shows what eyes could see all afternoon, ever thicker. We are under heavy smoke from fires in Oregon.

The Smoke Map (Click for larger image.)The Fires (Click for larger image.)