The bird not seen, seen

Northern Wheatears (Oenanthe oenanthe) are not really a nemesis bird of mine. That would be Sabine’s Gull. I have seen them (Wheatears that is I’ve never seen a Sabine’s Gull),…

Northern Wheatears (Oenanthe oenanthe) are not really a nemesis bird of mine. That would be Sabine’s Gull. I have seen them (Wheatears that is I’ve never seen a Sabine’s Gull), in Greenland. But they are a bird that I’ve long thought I should see here, and never have. A local bird enthusiast told me when I first arrived back in Arctic Bay (nine years ago this August) that although they could be found on Baffin Island, they were no where to be found near here.

A couple of years ago, however a cinematographer staying at the House told me that there was a pair nesting in the hills above the house.  He later rolled an ATV aways down the hill while on his way to film them, cutting short his filming in Arctic Bay. So the next year I went to find them.

One of the joys of living up here, especially this time of year, is you don’t need to find what you are looking for in order to have a fulfilling trip. And there is much joy to be found in the Bird not Seen. Another joy is that sometimes, when you aren’t looking, you’ll find that bird.

This evening, on a lovely summers night, we went for a drive out to the beautiful Uluksan Point, to stretch our legs, to visit the old Qarmat, for an evening of renewal after weeks of gloomy weather. As I climbed a small knob to take a photo of Qarmaq I spied a small bird flitting about higher up, directly into the sun. As I strained against the light with the binoculars I saw a small passerine hawking glowing backlit flies. Because of the light the bird glowed brightly around the edges but as it flew higher I thought I could see a white rump. I thought it might be a Snow bunting but I wondered, and as I wondered I started climbing closer into the sun.

Sure enough it was a pair of Northern Wheatears,Wheatearhe
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obviously agitated that I was near a nest, their nest and I snapped a few quick, poor shots. All too soon I descended, my family tired of renewal, and watching avinga (lemmings), whistled and called for me to return.

Hopefully tomorrow morning I’ll be back there, getting better shots than these, of these fascinating creatures. They are one of two species from here who migrate not south through North America, but across to Greenland, then Europe and then down to Africa, where James looks after them for our winter.Wheatearshe2

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