25 December 2025
I must have been a good boy this year: Santa brought me two nice presents for Christmas. The first was an Eastern Phoebe. The University of California at Santa Cruz has a very large campus. In addition to the usual academic buildings and dorms, which are quite spread out, there are a farm and an arboretum set among fields on the lower campus and a big nature reserve on the upper part. Yesterday an Eastern Phoebe was discovered in a meadow on the upper campus. Eastern Phoebes are moderately common vagrants to California, but this was the first of this year that was easy for me to chase. The site was well known to me. Long ago, when I was an undergraduate living on campus, I would walk up there in the Spring to hear Hermit Thrushes sing. As at Davenport two days ago, there were two birders already present who told me that the bird had been seen some minutes before, but was now out of sight. A Hermit Thrush did call, though the ones there now are a different group than those that are there in the summer, which have departed somewhere to the south. California Scrub-Jays and Steller’s Jays called more frequently and loudly. Pileated and Acorn Woodpeckers called in the distance. A few Dark-eyed Juncos and Golden-crowned Sparrows alternated feeding under shrubs and perching on them. A Black Phoebe gave momentary excitement, until we realized that it was the species we see everywhere around here and not a rare visitor from the east. Another birder arrived and the two original ones departed. Finally I saw a likely looking bird fly high into a distant tree. As we debated whether it really was the Eastern Phoebe or not, it settled the matter by flying straight toward us and perching on top of a close-by shrub. No doubt now. It perched for a bit, then moved to another near-by bush, then another, and another, giving lovely views.
After I had had enough of the phoebe I decided to try again for the White Wagtail at Wilder Ranch. The birds on the beach were much the same as on the 23rd, though there were many fewer. Having brought my scope this time I was able to pick out a few Iceland Gulls and some Herring x Glaucous-winged Gull hybrids among the rest. The scope was also necessary to identify the White Wagtail. It was way across the beach, hardly visible with the binoculars. With the scope the slender shape, long waggedy tail, and various pigmentation patterns were discernable. A better view would certainly have been desirable, but there was enough to identify the bird.
Two new birds today, Eastern Phoebe and White Wagtail, and I have 410 for the year.