The Brooding Season

Yesterday was my first survey day working for Oregon State University. I’d be remiss not to admit that I’ve been looking forward to this stage of my internship for months; what is more exhilarating than watching Bald eagles swipe up Common murres from immense offshore rocks that are constantly slapped Read more…

The Red Knots

“Where is she from?” Pointing in my direction, the student cocks her head. The sun has taken its hold on my skin; I am officially tan again. Coupled with my above-average ability to roll my R’s when teaching the kids words like “Chorlo,” Oystercatcher in Spanish, it is now impossible Read more…

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This is my first reported estimate of shorebirds. Of course, I’ve counted before; take a finger and number off how many individual Whimbrels are picking through the mud, take note of the two Yellowlegs just hanging out in between the flock, and you’re good. But estimates? That’s a different ball Read more…

The rumors

If Paul Revere were a modern-day birder, he’d be running down the path of the estuary flailing a Kaufman guide in the air while frantically shouting: “The shorebirds are coming! The shorebirds are coming!” But he’s not. Paul Revere is long dead. C’mon guys, get yourself together. I know the Read more…

The Waiting Game

Squint. Harder. Until all of the muscles around your eyes are so tense that they could almost carve your eyeballs out their sockets. Relax, and do twenty reps. This is what my shorebird surveys are like. For three weeks now I’ve been venturing out on the same Bay, stopping at Read more…

The Feeding

Food. Everywhere. This town has so much to experience just through the taste buds and I cannot help myself. It’s no wonder why our migrating shorebird friends love to make Newport their pit stop–everything looks, and tastes, delicious! Though I love a good meal, I’ve never considered myself a foodie; Read more…

The Landing

I look at my calendar and count the days. Yep, one week and 14 hours since I first opened the door to my new apartment. Sitting here, I glance out the window and scan the expanse of the Yaquina Bay, squinting slightly at the brilliance of the sunlight dancing off Read more…