Monday, 9 April 2018

Day 7 Cycle to Chorrillos Beach - South Day 8 Los Pantanos



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April 7th

Hot, 28 Celsius, sunny with very little wind. Westerly.

Lima

Early in the morning, just as the sun is rising and before it heads north too far, I set off for Los Pantanos on the bike. First time riding the bike with panniers, the going is easy but I can tell that it will need some cleaning before I set off for the hills. Through Miraflores and down to the beach, there are cycle paths nearly all of the way, not that people leave them free for cyclists though.
I soon arrive at my hotel for the next four nights, Casa del Inca in Chorrillos, and I head for the beach unladen, leaving everything at the hotel. Gloria and Natalie, the staff, are pleased to see me and say that the beach is safe. Being bitten on Pisco beach four years ago though, I leave my binoculars and camera at the hotel.
The sea is as thunderous as ever and the tideline has soapy suds thick and viscous. I walk to the north end of the beach, seeing two Blackish Oystercatchers and a few of the American variety on the sand. Three fishermen are managing their long net in the surf by manipulating ropes.
I reach the north end and watch as four fishermen using rod and line together with gaudy spinners try their luck. I ask if they have caught any and the disappointing response is that only one fish has been caught amongst the four of them.
A small sand spit here with wave dashed rocks some fifty yards out has a thousand or so birds; mostly Franklin's gulls with a few Belcher's and Kelp Gulls, a couple of Whimbrel, four American Oystercatchers and a single Sanderling.
A car seat is on the sand propped up against a couple of large lorry tyres. Perfect for seawatching, if only I had some optics. I don't obviously but still manage to see a couple of fine Red-Legged Cormorants and a few terns, Royal and Elegant, as well as Peruvian Boobies, Pelicans and Neotropic Cormorants. No Guanay Cormorants and only two Inca Terns. Most strange! Anyway, two new birds for the Green Bird list, I head off to the hills.
Climbing the high dusty hills, lacking any vegetation what so ever, reminds me of a couple of places in the UK. The geos, large cliffs cut into by millennia of wave action, have rock that is angled by fault movement to eleven o'clock, just as on Fair Isle in North Scotland. The magnitude of the cliffs match Fair Isle too. How wonderful to be reminded of the place I call Paradise when in Peru. The pathway up the hills reminds me of the path to the Old Man of Hoy on Orkney. The big difference here being the weather. Hot as this, 30 degrees Celsius, it may never be on Orkney.
Fair Isle has tens of thousands of birds flying around the geos and over the waves. There the birds are Northern gannets and Fulmars. Here their place is taken mostly by Franklin;s Gulls for which there are thousands. Around my head vultures fly close. Circling by I see that a few are Turkey Vultures amongst the commoner Black. Another bird for the list.
Back on the sand I walk back to hotel, do some shopping and then head for Los Pantanos de Villa. Now with camera and bins, I find a large new salty scrape that has a variety of America-bound waders. The peeps are all Least Sandpipers, twenty two of them and there are both Yellowlegs, Greater and Lesser and a few Spotted Sandpipers.


It is late afternoon and after chatting with two of the reserve's staff, I head for the hotel and an early night. Darkness falls quickly. Light at 6:15 p.m. Dark by 6:30.

April 8th


Out early I cycle to yesterday's new scrape on the north side of the Los Pantanos de Villa reserve and search around it's edges. Thirty three Least Sandpipers have no other Peep species with them. I start to list and count all the birds with the intention of putting them all on eBird later.


Permit is bought at the reserve centre from Grecia and I walk to the observation towers overlooking the largest of the lagoons. Two Harris Hawks are close and the lagoon has the usual birds, egrets, cormorants and Great Grebes.



 A close by Striated Heron allows an opportunity to photograph it.
Off to the sea, I am stopped by some alarm calls from Scrub Blackbirds. A Harris Hawk has caught one of them and is plucking it from atop a lamppost near to the large white water tower. The poor blackbird's feather float down to me.


I reach the beach and there is the usual mass of birds on the lagoon. Receiving a phone call, I am soon joined by Dr Rob Williams who has come to bird and film. Together we chat birds and Rob's incredible sharpness soon has him calling “Blue-footed Booby.” I can just make out the bird amongst a group of Peruvian Boobies as they rise and dip in the large swell.





Enjoying all of the usual birds, the waders, gulls and skimmers, the egrets, cormorants and pelicans, we search for Humboldt Penguins without luck. We do find though a new bird for the Green Bird list, a flock of twenty nine Semi-palmated Plovers are just inside the soapy surf that covers the tideline. The waves crashing down here are the biggest I have ever seen.


Rob said he had heard a Peruvian Pipit whilst walking to the beach so we walk behind the large reedbed to search the saltmarsh scrub. A small hummingbird flashes by and Rob immediately calls out “Oasis.” I don't hear it or get anything on it so no way can I count it.
Rob films me for a future project as I cross a small wooden bridge and he does an interview once we are back at the visitor's centre a while later. Three takes and done, friends arrive, Mani and Katia and it is time for Rob to leave for his lunch. A fabulous morning birding with one of Peru's finest.


With Mani I walk back to the beach and find four Peruvian Thick-knees there thanks to Nick's location details. Nick is one of the friendliest people I know and works at Los Pantanos together with the delightful Grecia. Thick-knees photographed we join Katia who has driven to the beach. Together we walk the beach south adjacent to the lagoon and I find an extremely tatty looking Laughing Gull, my first for Peru. Another bird on the list, the longer black bill, all dark primaries and longer black legs and overall larger size denote this bird over the thousands of north-bound Franklin's Gulls. Marvellous to think that all will be in Canada by mid-May.



Friday, 6 April 2018

Day 5, Biking Birder IV - Peru 2018. Miraflores, Day 6 LOST!



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April 5th

Hot, 28 Celsius, sunny with very little wind. Westerly.

Lima


Breakfast, watching seedeaters, very small plain brown birds, in the garden. I just don't like them as I find them difficult to sort out.





Blue-black Grassquits?

Bicycle packing and checking in the morning is followed by meeting a lovely Peruvian lady in Kennedy Park for a catch up chat. Having passed once more the superb pyramid, Huanca Pulluana, I get to the park. 


Paola I met back in 2014 when we stayed at the same hostel in Miraflores and we have been in touch via Facebook ever since. She is an incredibly brave lady who suffers from a variety of conditions, such as Fybromyalgia.
Despite the fact we hadn't seen each other for over three years we immediately recognise each other at the Blue Bull rendezvous spot. We sit in the shade to help Paola and talk for over an hour before retiring to a cafe for juice. Her courage through such horrific suffering is incredible and as with all one meets who are suffering, one can't help thinking how can I help?
The best news though during all of Paola's talk of illness and job problems occurs when she shyly says that she has a boyfriend! Fantastic. I hope that Roberto will be the sort of loving partner she deserves.


Late in the afternoon I wonder down to the beautiful blue pier of Miraflores Beach once more, more in hope than expectation that Blackish Oystercatchers will be there. All week the sea has been extremely rough, with large waves, so good for the surfers here, crashing the rocks and providing no place for the birds to feed.
The view is better today though for when I arrive I see a much calmer ocean and hopes are raised. Good job too because as I scan the rocks to the north of the entrance to the pier, there they are, two Blackish Oystercatchers! Timing things to perfection, they don't stay long before they ehad off out to sea. Not before I have the evidence though, photographs and a couple of videos.







April 6th

At a birthday party a couple of nights ago, Fernando, the wonderful Peruvian husband of Fabian, a lovely French lady and father of the brilliant eight year old daughter, Malu (!!!xx), told me that birdwatching in the grounds of a university on the eastern edge of the city of Lima. Fernando kindly sent me three extensive papers detailing bird studies carried out in the grounds. I read through them and make a list of the bird species, adding English names from the list of Latin and Spanish names. Some interesting species are possible.


Three hours after leaving the house I am lost. Everything was going fine. The Liman roads, although busy of course, are safe enough as drivers seem to care more about cyclists than each other. For me they make way, wave me through, smile and say “buenos dios.” To each other they are brutal but non responsive and not abusive at all. They may cut each other up, sneak through the tiniest gap and pip there horn at the slightest hold up but to cyclists they are wonderful.

I do find a university and after security guards help me chain my bike to the railings I find that not only am I not allowed into the grounds but that it is the wrong university! I leave here and head to the nearby dusty hills. I am trying to get near to them hoping for new bird species but there is no way to them. Every road has gates and Privado signs. I look at the height of these hills and realise that the actual university is on the other side of them. Having to do some emails to various organisations and phone calls to contact my bank over a slight problem; a cashpoint wouldn't give me any money yesterday despite my account having a healthy balance, I head for home.



Thursday, 5 April 2018

Last Thing I Need! Well Maybe a Blessing in Disguise.



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April 2nd to 4th, 2018

Lima

Early morning cloud burnt off by eleven, then hot, 28 Celsius, sunny with very little wind. Westerly. Thick sea fog along beach at Miraflores on the 4th until 2:00 p.m. Then the sun!

April 2nd

A long walk to get my leg muscles better before the long cycle climb to Junin, I left my hotel at around 7:30 a.m. And started the long walk back to Lima. No use of any fossil fuelled transport, I watch people catching the bus, climbing aboard Tuc Tucs (motortaxis) and I watch people driving their cars or jumping into taxis. I plod and whistle. Life is good!


The main road through Chorillos is interminable. After a short incline there is a two miles stretch that ends with an elevated view of the sea and along the spectacular promenade and beaches to Miraflores and way beyond. I descend down to sea level and enter a small harbour where motorised boats aren't used for fishing but small self-oared boats with nets piled high inside and a passenger bird, such as a Snowy, Egret, a Kelp or Belcher's Gull or more usually a Peruvian Pelican that sits sleeping whilst the fisherman rows out to sea.
I am searching for one species, an endemic to Peru called a Surf Cincloides Cinclodes taczanowskii. I don't expect to find one so imagine my thrill when one alights on some rocks just two metres away. Brilliant bird to get for the Green Birding list.


The bird securely photographed and listed, I head for the harbour wall and watch as a group of burly fishermen drag a large dinghy-like fishing boat, tug of war up the beach. 


I also collect plastic in deference to having seen the Cincloides and leave to walk along the beach. A group of three ladies ask me whether I am a photographer and ask me to take their photograph. I politely oblige.


Flocks of gulls on the beach are mostly Belcher's Gulls with a few Kelp and Gray Gulls. I continue to pick up plastic and am thrilled to see at least twenty council workers doing the same with rakes and bin liners. There is a lot of plastic and ever small piece can't be collected. Good to see the effort being made here though.
Five miles later I have walked the beaches and explored the occasional rocky breakwater for Blackish Oystercatchers with no luck. I head inland, up the steep road to Parque Kennedy in Miraflores. I know that a new bird for the year list is waiting for me there.



I can hear them as soon as I enter the park, parakeets, Red-masked Parakeets Psittacara erythrogenys and they are noisily eating figs on a low branch of a tree overhanging a pathway. There are people using their smartphones to photograph them. There are other new birds to list and watch; Pacific Parrotlets Forpus coelesti, the diminutive blue and green birds seem to be more common this time than on previous visits, Blue-gray Tanager Thraupis episcopus, the sub-species that lacks a bright white wingbar to the ones seen in Amazonia, Rufous-collared Sparrow Zonotrichia capensis, a common but beautifully marked little bird and Southern Beardless Tyrannulet Camptostoma obsoletum, a very small, dull-coloured bird with a slight crest.
Cats! The park has many of them, in fact it is noted for their presence. A cat that leaps to try to catch a passing Monarch butterfly is not my friend.

April 3rd

Birds in the garden of my dear friends, Katia and Mani, include favourites such as Croaking Ground Dove. I love these tiny doves with there fart-like thrup. Eared Doves, Long-tailed Mockingbirds, Amazilia Hummingbirds, Shiny Cowbirds and Southern Beardless Tyrannulets are joined by a few West Peruvian Doves. A new bird for the Green list is a Blue-black Grassquit Volatinia jacarina.



I walk to Parque el Olivar which is close by and see Saffron Finches Sicalis flaveola almost immediately. Red-masked Parakeets are on the grass and as I approach one all the water sprinklers start up and I get soaked! LOL!





The reason for being in the park is to meet a friend I met in The Manu last year, whilst staying at Chaskawasi-Manu, Eduardo. He arrives with his girlfrind, a lovely Scottish lass named Tabitha, Tabby for short. Eduardo has a Frank Zappa t-shirt on. Good lad . . . a musical obsession of mine. Both are incredible people and it is a pleasure chatting for over an hour about this and that, mostly that. That is environmental concerns and the Manu. Tabby had met Eduardo when she was working in The Manu, the suave Peruvian chatting up a naive young Scottish lass!






April 4th


Plans and itineraries change as today's route was to have been to start the real cycling tour and head inland. Instead I am sitting in the waiting room of The Good Hope Clinic's dentistry department awaiting a dentist's appointment. A pre-molar in the lower jaw has had a crown fall off and I am here to have the damaged assessed. I hope it can be replaced.
It can't. In fact an x-ray shows that what remains of the tooth is broken in two. Now forty two years ago I was kicked in the face by a group of lads who, just for fun, decided that a long-haired hippy deserves to be beaten up. I lost five teeth that day and it looks like this one had escaped detection and had been in it's broken state ever since. Out it has to come.

Guess who needs the tooth mouse? In Peru, children who have a milk tooth come out, get money for their tooth from the tooth mouse! How cool is that?

One of the best dentist experiences ever, if you can ever say that about having a tooth removed, the hole is stitched up and wadding applied. Instructions over care are google translated for me and I am told to go back home to rest. I go birding!
Slowly, gently, carefully I walk along the Miraflores beach hoping to find Blackish Oystercatcher. There is no chance of any new seabirds as there is thick sea fog preventing seeing any. A rubbish van has men loading the rubbish from some skips and taking edible pieces out of the stuff to feed gulls. I stand and photograph the different ages of Belcher's and Kelp Gulls.



People want their photograph taken. I am stopped by a family of Incan looking people from Chinchero, north of Cusco who ask me to do just that. They talk to me for around twenty minutes as I rest my legs and tooth, or lack there of. A family group of beach lovers ask the same . . . please take our photographs. They call over two young girls who proceed to take their clothes off, luckily only down to their swim costumes. I may be sixty one but in my head I am still only nineteen!



I reach the marina and ask politely (Privado!), humourously (Privado!!) beggingly (PRIVADO!!!) if I can go in to search for the oystercatcher species. No chance. The security guard girl doesn't crack a smile at my antics.
I reach the fishing port and watch as a group of around forty men, all seemingly the same size and similarly costumed, repeatedly run into the sea, dive in and run back out again. All this is done with whoops and shouts. Military? Sports team bonding? I have no idea.




The Surf Cincloides is still here, as are hundreds of Franklin's, Belcher's and Kelp Gulls together with a lot of Peruvian Pelicans and Inca Terns.
I walk slowly back to Mirafloes and am thrilled to see a school of three Bottle-nosed Dolphins out at sea. The fog has now dissipated and the day is beautiful, warm and sunny. I spend sometime photographing the many Rainbow Crabs on the rocks hoping that Blackish Oystercatchers will turn up.




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