It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. My better half and I have embarked
on a one day culinary expedition to the town of Ipoh in Perak. We were happily
soaking in the sights and sounds and of course, experiencing the local cuisines
when I received a message from Nelson. A pair of Comb Ducks were spotted by BK at
the Pulau Burung marshlands back in Penang. Not only is it a first record for
Malaysia but the male has a rather unique bill that reminisces some pterodactyls
of ancient times. I had to dig really deep to try and enjoy the rest of our
little expedition. Cutting short this trip, which we had plan weeks ago, and
dragging her to a what is basically one giant rubbish dump just so I can see a
pair of ducks will not end well. The ducks will just have to wait till tomorrow
– no matter how rare they may be.
I woke up before my alarm had a chance to ring the next morning. The
Comb Duck was the only thing on my mind now. As I walked to my vehicle, it
started to rain hard. Against my better judgement, I decided to proceed with my
quest to tick off Malaysia’s first Comb Duck. I arrived at the marshland
earlier than expected. I parked my vehicle where the ducks were last seen and
waited. The rain has started to ease and the soothing rhythm of falling raindrops
on the roof of my SUV coupled with the surprisingly pleasant orchestra of frog
calls would have been the perfect lullaby on any normal day. But today is no
normal today. I looked east and counted the seconds to sunrise. As soon as it
got bright enough, I scanned every inch of the marshlands but to no avail and the
Comb Duck is not exactly something you can miss easily.
This is one of the most painful dip outs I have ever experience. More
out of desperation than anything else, I searched the remaining ponds in the
vicinity and all I found was more disappointment. As I gradually came to term
that the Comb Ducks have moved on, I paid some attention to the flocks of
Black-crowned Night-herons loitering about the vicinity. I have not seen this
big numbers here before and their presence lifted my spirit slightly. I have
never converted any of my bird images to black and white before but for this
time, it reflects the moment (and the excursion) quite accurately – gloomy and cold.
Adult herons are beautiful creatures and it has been a long time
since I last got this close to them. It brought back memories of the former
heronry in the outskirts of Georgetown where you could almost pat the heron on
the head if you try hard enough. That heronry was destroyed (as usual) to make
way for a transportation hub that never materialized.
A majority of the herons present were subadults. It is a good
indication that the population here is doing very well.
A subadult enjoying the good life next to a landfill...
A few juveniles were also present. Thus giving me an opportunity to
capture all stages of this nocturnal waterbird’s plumage.
The only other bird that I took notice of was this male Common
Kingfisher. Common by name but not distribution here in Malaysia, I usually
give this species its due attention. However, my fixation with the pair of Comb
Ducks did not allow it this time.
At the time of writing, another rarity popped up in Penang again.
This time it was a Black-tailed Gull discovered by Hor Kee and it is a new
record for Peninsular Malaysia. There must some big storm brewing up north and
blowing all these rarities our way. It is an unbelievable phenomenon if I get
to see the birds eventually that is. My attempt to locate the gull at the Bagan
Belat coastline suffered the same fate as the Comb Duck. Lucky for me I did not
put too much expectation on locating the gull with my current streak of bad
luck. The only bird that I had the heart to shoot was this young White-bellied
Sea-eagle that flew low overhead. It was probably the same individual that was
seen (by Dave) giving the gull a hostile welcome yesterday. A double dip out
within the space of a few days was a damn bitter pill to swallow. But if it was
not meant to be, it was not meant to be. Life goes on…
I hate ending my posts on a solemn note and fortunately, I do not
have to this time. The Big Guy upstairs finally cut me some slack and provided
me with a consolation for my earlier disappointments. I received news from 3
birding buddies of a roosting rufous morph Oriental Scops-owl in the heart of
Georgetown city later on the same day I missed out on the Black-tailed Gull. It
pays to be nice and humble to fellow birders and bird photographers (thank you,
guys). I have seen this scarce migrant only once before and it was a grey morph
bird then. Coincidentally, it was also seen in a built-up area. However, this
time one thing was different - I had my gear with me. The news came minutes
before the end of my working day and I straddled my faithful iron steed and
made my way to the locality soon after. It was roosting on, of all things, a
narrow ledge above a glass panel. This owl is a migrant and this particular
individual was most probably still on passage.
Dozens of normal folks walked past oblivious of the owl. Perhaps
they were too distracted by this bald guy holding a telephoto lens in the
middle of town. I could not be bothered. I was savouring the moment. The owl
was exceptionally confiding and I finally had the opportunity to obtain its
images. I stayed with the owl until dusk as I was in no particular hurry to go
anywhere. It had also started to stir a little and this enabled me to capture
the owl in slightly different poses.
Peekaboo…
I left the owl when nightfall was upon us. After all the dip outs, I
am glad I have a birding excursion that ended on a happy note and it is
courtesy of an adorable little migratory owl. Life is beautiful again..