The lighthouse

Our second stop on the morning of May 30th was Kjølnes Lighthouse in Norway.  It was gray, cold and windy.  From this point forward I am not going to write that it was windy.   In coastal Norway, it is windy - all the time.  Not just a mild, ocean breeze.  No, gusty, cold wind.  We did get a lucky break from the wind, once, which I'll write about later.

Both of our guides had very nice Swarovski spotting scopes and these served us well throughout the trip.  We received spotting scope etiquette instructions at the start of the trip, but they were forgotten at the first opportunity.  I noticed also that many, including myself, were squeamish about moving or focusing the scope.  I felt like I couldn't touch the scope.  I'm not sure how valuable a sea watch is under such circumstances.  Gray skies, gray water and wind.  If something good was seen by the guides, (as one participant described it, "looking at dots over the water") it meant that thirteen trip participants had to line up behind the scopes for their own look.  That also meant that the dot on or over the water was long gone by the time, say, the third or fourth in line got their turn.  I stuck with this as long as I could stand it.  It's my least favorite way to see birds.  (Through dirty van windows may be my second least favorite).   If it's a life bird I'll certainly give it a try, but I typically don't see the bird well enough to count it anyway.  This is true even for a trip bird.  We had three sea watches under these conditions - the very last one was probably the absolute worst.  Activities like this probably drive up the species list numbers more than anything else.    

Fortunately this was also our lunch time.  We had bagged lunches this day.  I got my bag, made a cup of coffee and then quietly left the lighthouse to find a place to eat out of the wind.  I never returned.  

My wandering took me around to the other outbuildings and a landscape which was either rocky or grassy little hills.  Away from the lighthouse the wind was tolerable and it was very pretty especially around the little hills.         

Common Ringed Plover (Charadrius hiaticula) - seen often on this trip.

Above and below:  Red-throated Pipit (Anthus cervinus).

Anttu said that we were also looking for a Rock Pipit here for one of the trip members who needed it for her life bird.  My solo wondering scared up a pipit - I could tell by the way it was acting and flying - but it never settled within view to get a real look.  I thought it was a Rock Pipit (A. petrosus).  When everyone finally came down from the lighthouse I told Anttu that there was a Rock Pipit flying around in the grassy hills.  Oh, let's find it.  He played the Rock Pipit vocalization and the bird that revealed itself was a Red-throated Pipit.  I had never seen a Rock Pipit or a Red-throated Pipit so I was pleased with either.  But, I was told that Red-throated Pipit was "so much better" because they are harder to find.  True enough, both birds have a very slender range along the coastlines.  We did later see a Rock Pipit - just one - and we also saw Red-throated Pipit at least once again after this.  

Nothing was ever said about seeing Red-throated Pipit on this trip.  I feel about pipits like I feel about wagtails.  We don't have enough of them; for me, American Pipit (A. rubescens) is really the only one possible.  I've never seen Sprague's Pipit (A, spragueii) out west, despite seriously looking on a trip across Montana in June 2009, and the Red-throated Pipit's range in Alaska is a mere decimal point when compared with the range of the Gray-headed Chickadee - oops, I mean Siberian Tit.

On the list of my five favorite trip birds, I tied Ortolan Bunting and Red-throated Pipit in the fifth spot.  Maybe Red-throated Pipit should have been all by itself.  All this second guessing.

Landscape along the road leaving the lighthouse.

Coastal Norway's landscapes are really beautiful and quite dramatic.  Enlarge this photo to see the reindeer in the lower center left.