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Eurasian Eagle-Owl in NY’s Central Park

Eurasian Eagle Owl Central Park New York City

Flaco the Eurasian Eagle-Owl in Central Park, NY

Fugitive Owl Making it in New York

At 8:30pm on February 2, 2023, officials at New York’s Central Park Zoo realized that a twelve year-old Eurasian Eagle-Owl named Flaco was not in his enclosure. Someone had cut the wire mesh, and the owl had flown. Later that evening, Flaco was spotted on the sidewalk at Madison Avenue between 59th and 60th Streets. NYPD officers tried to take him into custody, but he flew off. By morning, he was back in Central Park, perched in a tree. Efforts to re-capture him were unsuccessful. And despite initial concern about the owl’s ability to hunt (he’d been at the zoo since he was  less than 1-year old, in an enclosure no bigger than a bus), he’s remained in Central Park for the past 4 months living off mice and rats and who knows what else

During a recent visit to NYC, I went to look for this survivor. He’d recently been roosting in trees near a compost heap in the northeast part of the park. I couldn’t find GPS coordinates or any specific directions to his “favorite tree” online, so I hoped my positive attitude would lead me to the owl.  When I arrived at the compost heap in the afternoon, I found it surrounded by trees that looked like the one he roosted in. But I couldn’t find the owl. There weren’t any agitated crows or songbirds giving his position away. No other birders came by, either. After 90 minutes of wandering and checking the branches over and over again, I decided to go get some food and return in an hour.

My first glimpse of Flaco

When I came back to the spot, I decided to search twitter for some help. I found an account called “Manhattan Bird Alert” (@BirdCentralPark), which included a bunch of posts of Flaco from the last week. They included lots of great photos, many close up, but those didn’t help me identify the tree. After scrolling forever, one showed a person standing by a blue dumpster, a big orange-white striped drum, and a fence, looking up into a tree. It had a caption that Flaco was in the tree. I’d walked past that blue dumpster several times, and looked up into that tree over and over again. But this gave me hope. With renewed optimism, I carefully scanned all the branches, from many angles. Within a few minutes, I caught a glimpse of the big owl’s back on a densely-leafed horizontal branch, presumably where he’d been all day long.

Moving around, I found 3 precise spots where you got good looks. Move 2 feet in any direction from those spots, and he disappeared. It was still an hour before sunset, so he wasn’t moving. Indeed, he only bothered to open one eye. About 15 minutes after I found him, the adult Baltimore Orioles who were feeding two young in a nearby nest started harassing the big Eagle-Owl. This prompted him to open both eyes. He was a big, healthy looking owl. 

The rare Eurasian Eagle-Owl / Baltimore Oriole combo photo

Eurasian Eagle-Owls are one of the largest owls on earth. They’re the orange-eyed Eurasian counterpart to America’s Great Horned Owl. They live from Spain to Russia  in a wide range of habitats. Like many owls, they are nocturnal predators, heading out just after sunset to hunt.

The biggest debate surrounding Flaco is whether he should be recaptured and returned to the zoo or allowed to roam freely. The Audubon Society had a long piece on it with many considered views. I’m firmly in the camp that supports Flaco’s freedom. There’s some appeal to the idea that he’ll live a longer life in captivity. He wouldn’t be eating poisoned rodents, and wouldn’t risk a nighttime collision with a vehicle.  But that logic applies just as well to the Great Horned Owls who call Central Park home. I can’t so easily go along with the notion that recapture is what is best. Would spending years in captivity, inside a mesh school bus  be a better life than weeks or months or maybe years of wild freedom? I doubt that any captive animals, or humans, would say yes.

Moreover, this isn’t an endangered species. Flaco is little more than a gorgeous display item at the zoo. That’s not to say I support zoo vandalism. Zoos do great work, promoting animal and habitat conservation. But this Eurasian Eagle-Owl, despite a life in captivity and confident assertions to the contrary, has made the transition to self-supporting NYC resident. Let’s enjoy the survival story as long as it lasts.

 

 

 

Birding Catalunya, Spain: Odds & Ends (& Flamingos!)

Flamingos are a ridiculous sight, like a swan standing on electric pink stilts with a melting bill

It’s so fun a few weeks after a great adventure to relive it by writing up these posts. And our trip to northeast Spain was a great adventure. Travel can bog you down at times. By the end of a trip, you can feel exhausted. But once that fades with time, and you go back and remember all the places you’ve been and the things you saw, the treasure of travel does more than just return. It is reinforced. The takeaway is clear: go places. And so it is with this recap of the last couple of days of our Spanish sojourn. We were all a bit worn down. But we did some cool stuff.

Costa Brava: Empuries and L’Escala 

During our stay in Girona, we took a day trip to the Costa Brava, a scenic stretch of coastline in northeast Spain. There are coves, cliffs, castles (we had a fun stop at Castell d’Hostalric, entering through an underground tunnel), beaches, and charming small towns amidst beautiful rolling green hills. There are also beach resorts, but we stayed far away from those. Our destination was an old fishing village turned Spanish tourist destination called L’Escala. Our target wasn’t anchovies, but instead the ruins of a city called Empuries. It was founded in 575 B.C. by Greek traders, and later occupied and expanded by the Romans. 

The beachside Greco-Roman ruins of Empuries (photo via Tripadvisor)

The ruins really are that. It takes a lot of imagination, and the help of an audio tour guide and museum, to reconstruct what the town looked like when it was occupied. The grounds are great for exploring. Half the site is a compact set of ruins. The upper half has trees, fields, and some really cool Roman floor mosaics. It was in the upper section that I saw the most birds. They included a Black Redstart that was working on building a nest, and a lifer Cirl Bunting pair. I also got point-blank looks at White Wagtail and the melodious European Serin (a female House Finch hit by a yellow paint ball right in the face).

The museum on site had a cool 1st century- B.C. mosaic of a bird (aka the Roman eBird). I’ve identified it as a Red-legged Partridge. Modern eBird only allows entries as far back as 1800, so I couldn’t update the database with this documentation.

From the ruins, we headed to a big park in L’Escala atop a bluff looking over the Gulf of Roses and the Mediterranean Sea. It was a lot like La Jolla in San Diego. From atop the bluff, I scanned the sea and saw a lifer European Shag flying by just above the surface of the water. There was, disappointingly, little else on the water or along the rocky shore. But we had a nice time enjoying the traditional activity of throwing rocks into the water.

Garrotxa Volcanic Zone

On our second to last day of the trip, we drove from Girona back to Barcelona. Instead of returning the way we came, we wanted to get some sight-seeing in on the way. So we drove back via Olot. It’s a town amidst the 30+ ancient volcanic cones of Garrotxa and the foothills of the Pyrenees. On the way down a windy two-laner, our youngest son started feeling car sick. So we pulled over to get some fresh air. As I sat down next to him, I picked up a lifer Common Chaffinch singing in the trees above us. Olot was quiet and empty. We were there on Easter Sunday. In Catholic Spain, they take Easter Sunday seriously. Almost nothing at all was open. Nothing. We did a quick walk around the old center of town, saw the big church (Crag-Martin’s flying in front of the facade), and decide to move on.

A chapel rests inside a volcano crater like a bird’s egg in a nest

Our main destination for the day was the Santa Margarita Volcano just outside of town. It promised a 30 minute hike up a hill and down into the crater. Inside the crater, for some reason, was a small stone chapel. It’s a popular spot, and a pleasant walk. Halfway up, there is a picturesque country house surrounded by carved wood sculptures. Once we made it down into the crater, we busted out our sandwiches and snacks. I saw a few birds as we hiked. They either were Common (Chiffchaff, Bizzard), European (Robin, Goldfinch, Serin), or Eurasian (Blue Tit, Blackcap, Blackbird, Nuthatch). A lifer Eurasian Nuthatch was the best bird of the bunch. The hiking in this area looks amazing. Had we more time and ambition, I would’ve voted for a hike near Sadernes along the Ruta Sant Aniol.

Barcelona’s Delta del Llobregat & Platja del Prat

We returned to Barcelona for a one-night hotel stay near the airport. This accommodation put us, to my wife’s mind, suspiciously close to a major birding spot. It wasn’t on purpose, but I wasn’t complaining. The Barcelona airport is right next to a big river delta park called Delta del Llobregat. We flew directly over it when we arrived, and my son and I are convinced we saw flamingos in the river from the plane. A visit to the park promised a couple of dozen lifers–shorebirds and ducks and whatnot–if the cards fell right. But they didn’t. I showed up at 6:30pm, a good 90 minutes before sunrise, at the eastern section of the park (Mirador de Cal Lluquer). But it turns out that the money spot for birds is fenced off, and closes at 7pm. I reached the entry gate at 6:50pm, and found it cracked open (which I took as a hint not to come in). I walked in anyway and found an attendant. She said the area was closed. With my binoculars around my neck, I put on my nicest face and asked in my best Spanish if I could have 5 minutes to check out the river for the flamingos. Because this is a reliable spot for Greater Flamingo. She said yes, but insisted I only had 5 minutes.

I scurried from the gate to the river, past a pond that undoubtedly held some lifers. When I arrived at the river, I was treated to the absurdity of Great Flamingos. It was hard to take my eyes off of them. But a quick scan of the river got me two more quick lifers: Common Shelduck and Common Redshank. It was a disappointingly short but memorable stop. Frustratingly, the gates didn’t open in the morning until 9am, and we had to get to the airport at 10:30am. Attempting to salvage the moment, I drive 5 minutes to the beach to see what might be there at sunset. Not much, it turns out. A single gull flew by, which was a lifer Audoin’s Gull. But, again, there weren’t any birds in the water or on the sand.

I ended the trip with some distant views of flamingos from Terminal 1 of the Barcelona airport. In case you’ve got a layover and need a lifer, go to Gate C98 and look west. All told, I saw 73 species in Spain. Forty-seven were lifers. Not a bad tally for a trip that was not focused on birding.

 

 

 

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