If you would like to cut to the chase and see a picture of the Booby scroll to the end. The first day it was sighted (10/7) by Jim Pawlicki, I was put to the test while birding around Rochester-do I chase now? It's a Brown Booby: of course.
I arrived at the Erie Basin Marina to a hurricane and no birders. Cool. The waves were crashing over the breakwall and onto my car as I drove up to the tower. Not a good sign. Jim told me they were all at the rowing club so I made my way with multiple wrong turns. This was a brilliant start to a chase. 10 minutes later, the bird is being seen at Squaw Island, so off the caravan goes like crazed hornets. Joe Mitchell made an audible and turned down a street to bird island pier before hitting Squaw Island. He must have information. He jumped out of the car and was immediately on the Booby heading up river with Cormorants toward the Peace Bridge, into the Bridge, and out of sight. He called it out perfectly so everyone could see it.
One problem: I fucking missed it-I missed it, right in front of me. All I saw were DB Cormorants in the sun. I melted. Now I found myself in Buffalo chasing ghosts again. An existential crisis was developing and it was rush hour traffic downtown.
The bird headed up the river toward Erie Basin Marina so the logical thing was to head there. But I was the only one, which was disconcerting b/c I knew a few others missed it too. Whatever, after a wrong turn I was back at the basin with slightly better weather. About 10 minutes in I had 3 Jaegers, 2 of which were Parasitic-very close looks! I thought that if I missed the Booby, I could live with the Jaegers. But not really.
Parasitic Jaegers
An hour later, wet from the waves, and no Booby-Peter Yoerg, a river rat (I say that with respect) showed up. I told him that I was ready to head home. He said, "well, if you have something more pressing..." as he headed up the tower. Fine, I'll give it 30 more minutes. I was avoiding the tower b/c of high winds-It was brutal up there. My scope fell over once and I used "language of the street", as Peter comically put it.
Soon after, I heard "I think I got it". It was gliding up river over a breakwall toward the red water intake building, cutting effortlessly through the wind. As sunset fell the bird disappeared and the chase paid off!
Little did we know that the bird would be around daily for going on a week now-coming and going to the roost in the morning and evening. Everyone has seen it at this point, so my chase was unnecessary, but it was masochistically fun.
Double-crested Cormorants on Donnely's pier sandbar
2nd trip to see the Booby.
12 hours up in smoke, or how I should not complain that I have 12 hours to hang out looking for a bird.
Reports were coming in all week and I just couldn't make back to the marina area to get the killer looks that a few lucky souls had managed. Brooke had not seen it yet and she was salivating to get there. I went Saturday morning, getting there at 7 am just in time to see it leave the roosting site.I had to linger around the river and Lake Erie waiting for Brooke to be able to make it to the Marina after her obligations. I wanted to go home by 11 am. I waited, thankfully, and at 630 pm, racing against the sunset, we were headed out to the Reef Lighthouse on a boat to get spectacular views of the Booby!
These two pictures were taken from the boat at sunset
Brown Booby!
For now click on the link below to see the boat trip.