August 31, 1989 - What's Left of the Great MigrationBIS The Suffolk Times • August 31, 1989
What's Left of the Great Migration
By Paul Stoutenburah
There was a time when the fall migra-
tion of shorebirds would have meant
vast gunning activity all along the
south shore of Long Island. From
Southampton west along the bays and
shores there would have been favorite
points bristling with guns. Small de-
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coys on wooden dowels would be
pushed into the sand or soft mud to lure
what then seemed like an endless supply
of shorebirds.
This migration took the birds as far
away as southern Argentina. They
would be fat and plump in anticipation
of the arduous journey ahead. Some
would be adult birds who had just fin-
ished their annual nesting in the far
north tundra. Others would be the
young, now trying out their naviga-
tional instincts that have always served
the species so well.
Each year I try to go to the south side
to experience what is left of that once
great migration. Whittled down by the
sports shooter of yesterday and the
market gunners' slaughter that fed teem-
ing cities, the birds now face a new and
more devastating force as a result of to-
day's expanding world. The loss of
natural habitat all along their incredibly
long flyway and the complicated
problems of today's pollution from
modern society are the great forces that
Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh
ROYAL TERN —These large terns are usually seen more to the south but in the past few years they have
been showing up in our area.
more than equal the destruction of
yesterday's unregulated gunning.
We usually take a boat or canoe to
get out to the bird islands that lay along
the bays of the South Shore and this
year was no exception. We went by
power boat and it was a pleasure to be
whisked over the water in such elegant
fashion for my memory goes back to
when I first rowed across with Gil
Raynor, one of Long Island's greatest
naturalists. Like so many things we
find today there are fewer shorebirds
now than there were then. Yet, when we
visited the island last Monday, we were
glad to see that some of our old friends
were still making it.
Peeps and Plovers
Oystercatchers with their noisy and
wonderful wild calls seemed to be ev-
erywhere, poking their long, knife -like
red bills amongst the mussel beds. They
were fattening up for their trip south.
At one point we had 15 or more
running here, running there, stopping
and probing. High up on the beach
marsh were "peeps," those incredibly
small shorebirds that seem to blend in
so well with their surroundings.
Spread out over the wet expanse of
sand were the trim black- and -white
semipalmated plovers and sprinkled
among them were piping plovers —
those birds with the plaintive call. They
are now on the endangered list and I
wondered how many would return next
year to nest along our beaches. With all
the perils these shorebirds face on their
winter journey south I'm sure fewer
than those who start will return.
There were small flocks of dowitchers
and a nice group of knots with their
changing rust- colored bellies. Black -bel-
lied plovers with their true plover pos-
ture fed here and there and their black
wing patches when they flew helped to
identify them from afar. Of course, there
were the ruddy turnstones, with their
colorful black - and - white -and -brown of
all shades. This is the one shorebird
that, in my opinion, is holding its own.
There were greater and lesser yel-
lowlegs wading and probing in the shal-
lows and when they flew their noisy
voice could be heard through the mix-
ture of bird calls that continually filled
the air. What a wonderful sound. A few
sanderlings were seen. This bird is one
that is noticeably declining. These are
the birds most people associate with the
ocean beach; they love to chase the
waves as they retreat. I'm sure they are
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Nowhere To Be Seen
Look as we might with our scopes
and binoculars we could not find any of
the giants of the shorebird family, the
godwits. These large -size shorebirds
with their long bills were the gunners'
delight. Usually we see two or three of
them but this year we'd have to go
home without sighting a single one.
Terns- were probably the most com-
mon bird on the flats with the excep-
tion, of course, of the common gull.
We had a nice group of 30 or more
royal terns. These birds are becoming
more and more common as they move
up from the south. These are the "big"
terns with the bright orange bill and
tufted black head. They have a definite
call all their own and can be identified
easily from the others. We even had a
few roseate terns with their beautiful
white bodies and long tails flying
amongst the common terns, which as
their name implies, were the most
abundant. Resting by the terns was a
nice group of black skimmers, those
marvelous black- and -white birds that
skim the water with their long bill
when they feed.
Cormorants in long strings have been
flying for the past few weeks on their
annual trek southward. These strings of
fisheaters will continue for the next
month or so. When added up, they give
you some idea of the immensity of this
species.
On our way home we stopped at a
few sod farms to check on migrating
shorebirds. There are some of these
birds that feed in our inland fields and it
is these sod farms in particular that give
us good, unobstructed views of the area.
On one we found a dozen or more
kildeers feeding and at another there
were 10 to 15 golden plovers. Now
there is the classic shorebird of old not
often seen anymore. What color! What a
stance! What a bird! It was a proper and
fitting way to end our trip to bird island
where we renewed old acquaintances of
the great migrations that once passed
through our south shore.