Recently I wrote two blog posts for 10,000 Birds. After seeing the Terek Sandpiper in Finland on May 23rd, I wrote There's a Shorebird on the Roof. Then, sometime around mid-July, I received my copy of the ABA birding magazine (Vol. 57, No. 4, July 2025) (can read the article with an ABA membership), and was spellbound by Lost on the Frontier by Brad Meiklejohn (pages 30-45). After seeing the Siberian Tit in Finland, I was deeply saddened and wrote Missing the Gray-headed Chickadee. Not all birders are members of the ABA and 10,000 Birds is an international birding site. I felt a personal urgency to get this news out.
After this is when things got all jumbled up.
On the morning of Friday, August 1st, I logged into the ABA Community site, and learned that a Terek Sandpiper had been seen on Buldir Island in the western Aleutians on July 21st by birder Nick Ramsey and friends. The photos he posted were beautiful. After a busy day I capped it off with a documentary movie from Norway titled Folktales. I liked the movie and, as I was driving home, I was thinking that I should email the details of this movie to our Finland/Norway guide, Anttu. Then I remembered, no, he's from Finland - even though the movie takes place in Finnmark. In the movie a couple of bird vocalizations could be heard here and there (I recognized a thrush's song) and one scene showed a Siberian Jay perched at the top of a conifer tree; however, it was not a movie about birds or birding. I didn't email Anttu. I slept pretty well that night, somewhat uncommon for me. I was aware of some dreaming, but that's about it.
Early Saturday morning, August 2nd, I was semi-awake from 4:00 - 5:00 am, but then fell back to sleep. Then I remember that I opened my eyes and the clock read 6:20. I fell back to sleep and began dreaming. I dreamed that I was stopped at a gas station and was speaking with someone (it wasn't clear who) and I happened to glance over at a pond that was adjacent to the gas station. I saw a male breeding plumaged King Eider paddling calmly next to a Mallard. Oh my god, oh my god, still in my olden days thinking, I have to call someone. Again a lot of fumbling around. Who should I call? I had no birders' numbers in my phone and I couldn't think of anyone's name. I kept watching the little King Eider swim placidly along. Oh wait, what am I thinking, I have the Discord app. Oh, but I'll need a photo. I began the process of trying to get a photo with my iPhone's terrible camera, reminding myself that it doesn't need to be a good photo, just recognizable. As I was trying for the photo, I was also trying to think of my Discord password. And so it went ... by this time I knew I was dreaming and made myself wake up. It was 8:00 am. My cat was looking at me. Feed me, she said. I was awake and the King Eider was gone.
