A tale of two twitches

 

Before my birding tour in central Thailand ended, it came to my attention that Yellow-breasted Buntings were also seen and photographed at the Bluethroat site back in Penang. To have two mega rarities literally together of which one is critically endangered and a global lifer for me was too good to be true surely. But the images surfacing in social media say otherwise. Well, my pending visit to the locality escalated from gradually to urgently. I had ample time at the airport when I waited for my flight back to Penang. Normal folks would be homesick and all that but I am a birder and we are a breed apart. As I sipped my over-priced coffee at one the cafes, there was only one mind on my mind – Yellow-breasted Buntings. A plan was formed before I boarded the plane. By the time I climbed onto bed, it was midnight. At the break of dawn, I found myself at the grasslands of Kubang Semang in mainland Penang for my first twitch in years. I have not had so much excitement in my birding life for a long time and it was invigorating to say the least.

It was a Monday and the chosen day was also part of the plan. A mega like the Bluethroat will have any place in Peninsular Malaysia crowded especially when the bird is stable and regular. Add another mega into the mix and you do the math. It was empty when James and I arrived at the site. Just as I was about to pat myself on the back, other like-minded ‘bird’ people started pouring in. And I guess a working Monday is not much of a hindrance after all. The male Bluethroat, as expected, did not take long to reveal his stunning presence. Having just experienced a similar encounter less than twenty-four hours ago, the usual thrill of a successful twitch was a little lacking.

All my years of birding has taught me quite a number of things and taking birds for granted is not one of them. I continued to shower the Bluethroat with attention while James and a few others who have spent enough time with the Bluethroat last week, were on the lookout for the Yellow-breasted Buntings.

An Oriental Reed-Warbler wandered into view and this common but at times elusive migrant, warranted some attention as well.

When anxiety set in, I set everything aside and focused all my attention in finding the main reason behind this rare weekday excursion. It was a hive of bird activities at this patch of grasslands. As fate would have it, I have the Baya Weavers to thank for this bustling atmosphere. And I do not mean it in a good way. The similarities between a female Baya Weaver and the buntings were undeniable. Inevitably, every movement by the former will have my bins locked onto them and there were about a dozen of them around.

The Munias can never to be mistaken for the buntings but their movement will occasionally distract me from my quest. The majority of these adorable birds were White-headed Munias. On any other day I would have invested some time and effort to document them but today is not the day.

The same can be said about the Black-headed Munias.

As the day grew hotter, fatigue and frustration heightened. I was distracted by the Baya Weavers so often that I can now recognise their jizz in an instance. And a lone bird foraging at a short distance do not strike me as one of them. Before I could switch to my camera, my lifer took off but I alerted the rest of its presence nevertheless. Soon after, a Yellow-breasted Bunting popped into view and there was no denying its identity now. However, there was no icing to the cake. I can blame it on my gear or even old age but it will not change the fact that this horrible image was all I have to show at the end of the encounter.

The outcome of the twitch was a bitter pill to swallow. I am well aware I could have just as easily missed the Yellow-breasted Bunting altogether. I refuse to believe that my experience with this species will be nothing more than a case of so close and yet so far. No, there has got to be more and I have to make sure of that. Four gruelling work days had to pass before a re-visit was possible. The resident Bronze-winged Jacana which used to be a rarity, was the first to greet me during my second attempt at the critically endangered Yellow-breasted Buntings.

The present status of this vagrant is a sad tale indeed. It used to be common where it naturally occurs but common does not mean invincible if share your home with humans. Rampant trapping and hunting have driven the Yellow-breasted Bunting to the brink of extinction. The world does not need another example like the Passenger Pigeon to show just how fragile the wellbeing of wildlife can be. And now, there are at least three individuals wintering in my neck of woods. It will be a shame if I do not give it my all to connect with this species before it is too late. Minutes turned to hours and still no signs of the celebrity birds despite the number of eyes looking for them. Naturally, I was not alone as it was the weekend after all.

Nothing is ever a sure thing when it comes to birding. It does not matter how skilled you are or how meticulous is your planning and strategies. If the bird does not want to be seen or photographed, there is nothing you can do about it. Fortunately, luck was on my side and a Yellow-breasted Bunting suddenly decided to alight in front of me. There is a God after all.

From the images posted on social media, one of the birds was an adult male and the other two were either first winter or female birds in different stages of moult. The individual that I was staring was not the adult male and that was the only thing I can be sure of at that time. Opinions from knowledgeable friends and resources online indicated that it was a female. Although not as striking as a male bird, she has more than enough captivation to leave a lasting impressive.

Best of all, she was obliging enough to allow all those present to obtain photographic memories of the encounter. And all the earlier ill feelings she and her kin caused, was forgiven.

Almost immediately after she retreated, a second bird was spotted. However, it could not live up to the first encounter due to the distance. The second bird also turned out to be a female but her underparts are more heavily streaked and lacking the colour intensity.

When she took flight, another individual followed and I can only assume was the first female. And that concluded my observation of the Yellow-breasted Buntings. I found my closure in the end and the world is a beautiful place once again.

Just in case you are wondering, the handsome male Bluethroat was still around and performing for a number of admirers since morning. However, it was the female Bluethroat that caught my eye today. It is common knowledge that the duller female was the shyer of the two at this location. Anyway, it was a record shot more than anything else but completed my observation of the rare Bluethroats as well.

A surprisingly confiding Yellow-bellied Prinia held me back from my making my journey home. Like what I mentioned earlier, nothing in birding should ever be taken for granted and even the commonest species deserve some attention especially if they are performing well like this.

Cambodia: Wild, wild west

It was another early start to the day but today, our mode of transportation was two SUVs instead of the usual MPV. Our time in the wild finally came and we will leave the comforts of the city for the next three days in search of more exotic bird life in the wild interiors. And as usual, anticipation was high.

The journey was long and the countryside was dry and dusty. But the vast open areas of these arid plains, not unlike scenes from a classical western, do have their appeals. In fact, they are home to some incredibly fascinating bird species and one in particular was the main objective for the morning excursion.

When a bird is as intriguing as the Bengal Florican, I do not see the need to sugar coat my description of it. Bustards are a family of birds that is as foreign to me as the mother tongue of this history-rich country. With only about 800 birds left in the world of which half is found in Cambodia, it is inevitably an endangered species like most of the other notable fauna found here. We visited one of its strongholds, the Prolay Grassland, a Bengal Florican Conservation Area east of Siem Reap Province. I thought the open landscape of Chuping in Perlis back home was vast until we made our way into this reserve.

A Green Bee-eater hunting next to the access road at first light briefly derailed us from our objective. I was also looking forward to this lifer as bee-eaters are such graceful and beautiful aerial hunters. I was to discover in the days to come that Cambodia has a healthy population of Green Bee-eaters but it did not deter me from appreciating this striking little bird to the fullest now.

The Pied Bushchat is quite a common sight here as well but it was still an exciting lifer no less. In terms of appearance, an almost completely black plumage may not get you a whole lot of admirers. However, black is one of my favourite colours and this charming bird was given its due attention.

For our quest of the Bengal Florican, we acquired the services of the local wardens. The grassland covered the landscape as far as the eye can see and locating a bird the size of a large duck is literally like looking for a needle in a haystack. The knowledge and acute sense of sight of the wardens were invaluable to our mission. A lone Small Buttonquail was confident of its ability to blend into the sea of grass. However, its defence mechanism was no match for the eagle-eyed wardens. While my companions cherished another lifer, I obtained my best photo of this adorable gamebird that has a sparse distribution in Malaysia.

Then we glanced upon a large winged creature floating in from the horizon. Time froze as I strained my eyes into the rising sun because the identity of the bird, even at this distance, was unmistakable. I was staring at my first ever wild crane and it also happened to be the world’s tallest flying bird. When the Sarus Crane finally landed, it was half hidden by the tall grass. The distance and lighting condition indirectly provided a dreamlike effect to the image. It was nothing more than a record shot but the encounter almost made me forget why I was here in the first place. Hesitantly, I had to leave the crane where it stood and continued on with my original quest before the temperature rose to an unbearable heights.

Even with the help of the wardens, the Bengal Florican still proved elusive for the time being. Deep inside I knew what we up against and for this lifer, we had to our work cut out for us.

Luckily, this grassland was teeming with bird life and we had some interesting distractions during our hunt like this foraging Oriental Skylark. It is yet another species that I have been hunting for years without success back home. The differences to me were indeed subtle from the commoner pipits. On the other hand, my judgement could be clouded by the ongoing search for the star bird of this locality.

Red Avadavats were commonly seen in the vicinity. The strikingly coloured males are exquisite gems of the grassland and I wished I had more time to spend with the flocks we encountered along the way.

Then came the much delayed climax to the visit. The wardens signalled us over and we rushed to their location. A sudden rustle of wings caught our attention as a female Bengal Florican took flight at a distance across our path. She may lack the contrasting colours of the male but she was still the curtain raiser for some stellar performances among the sea of grass.

It was near impossible to creep up on a Bengal Florican in its element and distant sightings were all we could muster. For a bird its size, it is certainly gifted with the ability to hide well. It will let you see it when you are miles away but once you approach within reasonable distances, it vanishes by going low behind the grass or indentations on the ground. In short, it was an oversized quail. Like the female, the only images worth sharing of the males were flight shots but it was a cherished experience nevertheless.

If only the real thing was half as easy...

With the Bengal Florican securely in the bag, we now had the luxury for less significant matters like for example having the most important meal of the day...

The wardens then took our party around the reserve for more birding and all the stops we made were nearby a pond. It made perfect sense as this is the dry season and water is a prized commodity. At one such pond, the Almighty blessed us another chance with one of His more impressive creations. A pair of Sarus Cranes was resting at the water’s edge and I have been in this country long enough to know how incredibly shy some of the residents here can be. So, we enjoyed these remarkable birds from afar.

Imagine this used to be a scene back home in Malaysia. Unfortunately, the Sarus Crane has long being extinct there and to see them here now in the flesh is a true privilege for me. But greed is a deadly sin that I sometimes surrender to and wanting a better image of the resting pair inevitably put them to flight. They were still a fair distance away but I guess the threat of approaching human forms were too much for the cranes to tolerate.

Yesterday, I was given very little chance to photograph the Siberian Rubythroat. I did not fare any better today. The closely related Bluethroat was present in bigger numbers but record shots were all that I could obtained. The absence of their namesake indicates they are most probably females. Although these terrestrial birds are new to me, their shyness compounded with the absence of colours killed off much of my enthusiasm for them. The ever rising temperature out in the field was no help either.  

With the testing conditions here in Cambodia, fresh coconut water became our new favourite drink to quench our at times insatiable thirst...

Our next destination was Tmatboey Village – home to the Giant Ibis and White-shouldered Ibis. We arrive at the Kulen Promtep Wildlife Sanctuary in the mid afternoon after a much welcomed lunch and the dry dipterocarp forest welcomed our arrival with intense heat and dust. The Tmatboey Eco Lodge is a modest accommodation located within the sanctuary and our home for the next two days.

Hopefully, this photo on the front door of our chalet is a good omen...

We barely unpacked when Mardy announced that one of the local guides (again local knowledge was vital) found a nice surprise nearby the lodge and it turned out to be the perfect welcome gift. A lone White-shouldered Ibis was foraging at a pond minutes away from our chalets and we cautiously moved closer. But a distant tractor on the move put the ibis to flight and it alighted on a tall tree far away. The White-shouldered Ibis may live in the shadows of its bigger relative the Giant Ibis but this critically endangered species (with less than 500 individuals left in the world) deserves recognition as well. However, I could tell there and then that its skittish nature will be a major hindrance.

The forest here is sparse and low. There is no doubt about that and to balance things out with birding in the rain forest, nature made most of the birds here shy. A foraging Rufous Treepie decided to cut us some slack and provided a prolonged and relatively close encounter. The striking colouration and stunning appearance makes it one of the most attractive birds found here.

Back in Malaysia, the Black-hooded Oriole only occurs in Langkawi and it is quite ironic that I had to travel all this way before I can tick it off my life list.

The Burmese Shrike is another new species for me and it was certainly a cracker. Naturally, it had our attention.

A recognisable and distinct call echoed through the vicinity and one cannot mistaken the nasal notes of the Great Slaty Woodpecker for anything else. On any other day, I would have tried my best to obtain better images of this flock of three birds. The trees here are half the height of those back home and even with canopy dwellers like these woodpeckers, I still stand a good chance. But today was no ordinary day. We were making our way towards one of ponds in this wildlife sanctuary where the Giant Ibises have been frequenting of late. And what is now considered to be the world’s biggest woodpecker will have to play an unfamiliar role of a supporting cast instead of the lead performer.

I caught sight of a few large birds circling above the forest. Upon further scrutiny they turned out to be Lesser Adjutants and Wolly-necked Storks. The latter was a lifer and I was overjoyed. However in time, I realized that a sight of soaring storks is not always a reason to celebrate as it could mean that the storks have been recently spooked to flight from their feeding ground. When storks and other large water birds are spooked they rarely return anytime soon and sometimes, not at all.

On this occasion, the culprit was a local villager and his dogs. Only God knows why he had the sudden urge to walk his dogs through a wildlife sanctuary. His unexplainable behaviour left us staring at an empty pond. Gradually, some birds did return to the vicinity and the most notable one was the Green Bee-eater. I may not have much time for this elegant beauty back at the Bengal Florican site but I certainly did now.

Birding in a foreign country meant every little brown job had to be scrutinized. And a pipit, no matter how ordinary looking, perched on a tall dead tree deserved some attention from its behaviour alone. It turned out to be an Olive-backed Pipit – a species that I have not seen for many moons. I did not know then but this dead tree overlooking the ‘ibis pond’ will play a significant part in my life in the very near future.

The Common Woodshrike, as the name implies, is a common sight here in Kulen Promtep. This juvenile was by far the most confiding one we came across.

Young birds can sometimes be too bold for their own good. Lucky for this guy, it has absolutely nothing to fear from this group of humans.

The dipterocarp forest briefly came to life once again in the late evening as the residents prepared to roost for the night. I am no stranger to woodpeckers as my homeland has a variety of stunning species. It may be a case of the grass is always greener on the other side but I find the spectacular Black-headed Woodpecker to have no parallels in terms of aesthetic appeal. Light was vanishing by the minute but not to take the time to appreciate this pair of woodpeckers bonding on a dead tree one last time before retiring for the night would be unforgivable.

As darkness fell, a sense of gloom started to crawl its way into my soul. My main target of the trip has eluded us so far. Will we suffer the same fate for our remaining days here in this wilderness? As my mind started to ponder, my ears picked up an odd call at a distance. The words “Giant Ibis” seeped through the lips of our guide. Moments later three dark shapes flew overhead and alighted on a distant tree. The moment I have been waiting for has arrived and as the one percent of the world’s population of Giant Ibis prepared to roost, they were unaware that a group of birders were watching their every move intently. There was just about enough light left for a record shot but the quality of the image was no longer relevant. But the moment and everything leading to it were - from tolerating the aching joints after a long day of birding to the second I finally laid eyes on this astonishing creature. I have come across countless interesting bird species in all my 30 years as a birder and the Giant Ibis is certainly one of the most incredible lifers for me. What a way to wrapped things up for our third day of birding in Cambodia. As we made our way back in the dark, I now have a good feeling about this birding site. To find out if my intuition was right, you have to wait for my next post in which we continued our quest for the critically endangered Giant Ibis.