Among Arctic birds: Arctic 11

High Arctic Explorer: Arctic 11

I love to watch the fulmars. They seem to follow the ship as we move across from Canada to Greenland. Lizanne thought they might follow us all the way to Greenland but somewhere mid Davis Strait we lost them. I don’t know why they follow. Maybe the ship stirs up tasty treats as it cuts through Arctic waters. Maybe they hope for a dump of garbage off the stern. Sorry birds; that’s not going to happen. Or maybe they just like to play in the air currents created by the ship.

Fulmar riding the air

They fly up to the stern of the ship, drop suddenly so you can almost touch them and then swerve to starboard or port at the last possible second. From there they arc out beyond the ship flying away to the stern only to turn and chase the ship again.

As I stood on the starboard deck one evening watching the performance one came within arm’s length of me. I swear he looked at me and kicked his feet in the air as he passed. I can’t think why a bird in flight would kick its feet in flight and I’ve never seen another bird do that. It looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself soaring and diving alongside the ship.

Part of the fun for me is to try to capture bird moments with my camera. After this trip I have more photos of birds than of any other subject. Most of them are either photos of bird butts 'go-away birds’ or they are blurry blobs. Even though gulls, fulmars, and kittiwakes are much larger than the sparrows and robins at home, it’s still difficult for me to catch them in flight. The best shot would be of a bird in flight looking directly into my lens with the light glinting off its eye. I’ll keep chasing that shot.

On Arctic expeditions the birds I love to watch are the ones that don’t inhabit the south. One of my favourites is the thick-billed murre. Thick-billed murres are in the auk family as are puffins and penguins. One of the reasons I have a particular fondness for these birds is that they seem like such underdogs. One nickname for them is ‘flying footballs.’ They have the highest cost of flight of any bird because of their short wings better designed for propelling them as they dive than for carrying them in the air.. I love to watch their determined flapping and running across the water in an attempt to get airborne. I recall watching one little guy at the side of the ship do his run up to takeoff. Just as it seemed that his stubby wings would finally lift him from the surface, a swell came along and washed over his head. A few seconds later his head emerged and he began his running and flapping again this time successfully.

Coming in for a landing

It's hard to isolate just one

Ok guys who's leading?

I can so fly

Another thing I admire about the murres is that they seem to have to work so hard to survive. They lay a single egg on a rocky outcrop and the parents take turns tending the egg and then the chick. When it’s time for the chicks to join the flock in the water the father sits in the water far below the cliff and calls to the youngster who must then leap into the water with wings not yet ready to carry it up. If the chick is lucky it lands beside Dad and off they go to spend the next 6 to 8 weeks on the water where Dad continues to provide food. I’m not sure what Mom is up to during this time. If the chick is unlucky and lands on the rocks it becomes part of a banquet for the waiting polar bears.

The last of the birds I tried to photograph on the recent Arctic expedition were a pair of parasitic jaegers. Not a lovely name and in Europe they are called Arctic skua. They got their name for a reason however. They get their food by stealing it from other birds. When they are nesting they prey on other birds and their eggs. When they are at sea they wait for a gull or a tern to catch a fish and then chase the bird in order to fluster it and steal its dinner.

We came across a nesting pair in Croker Bay. They were none to happy with us and screamed and dove as people walked over the invisible line that determined their territory. I tried to stay far enough back that the birds would settle on the ground and preen. They have the most fascinating tails. In flight the parasitic jaegers have long straight feathers emanating from their gracefully rounded tails.

I don’t know how long I spent watching and photographing these birds but as with so many things when I’m completely engaged, I didn’t notice how much time had passed. When I looked up from my camera I saw that people were moving toward the shore to get in zodiacs and go back to the ship. As Jason told us many times, not everyone will fit on the last zodiac so I put the lens cap back on my camera and headed to where my splash pants and rubber boots were waiting. That photo shoot burned up half of the remaining battery for my Olympus camera but it was well worth it for the experience regardless of the quality of photos.