Wednesday, 17 June 2015

June 17: Kelp

Kelp on the beach. Photo: Jacque Comery
 The kelp that lays around the beach is such an interesting thing.  It is so tough and hard you cannot tear it. It feels like  thick leather, and I am not the first person to muse how this would go on a sofa (and yes, the conclusion was nice for a day, then not so well as it rots!). If you try and bite it you can easily punch through its tough skin. Inside it has an interesting honeycomb like structure which is also evident in the pattern on the outside of this freshly washed up example.
Where is grows in big mats in the near shore area it attenuates the surf to a great degree, creating calmer pockets especially at low tide for the elephant seals to wallow in, and for the penguins to enter and exit the water without falling all over the place!
Piles of it are tossed up onto the beach by the huge seas that every passing storm brings.
I can only ponder how beautiful these kelp forests must appear from below the surface, and what an amazing habitat it must create for the  animals that swim amongst it and shelter in it.

June 16: Lookout Gentoo

Gentoo with an excellent vantage point. Photo: Jacque Comery

June 15: Kelp gull

Kelp Gull. Photo: Jacque Comery

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

June 14: My first aurora shots

Finally, I managed to capture some aurora shots.  It has taken many nights of experimenting with camera settings, glove combinations, and running about the Isthmus in my PJs and Carhartts avoiding stealth seals. 
Thanks Justin C for the endless tips and encouragement! And to all those who ring the aurora hotline when the sky starts dancing...

Aurora over west beach. Photo: Jacque Comery
Aurora above the LARC. Photo: Jacque Comery

Reds and greens behind the clouds. Photo: Jacque Comery

Aurora over west beach and the plateau. Photo: Jacque Comery




June 13: Rockpools

A rare day of  winds under 10 knots, no westerly swell and very low tide revealed  an opportunity to poke around the rock pools on the west beach.  This beach usually is pounded by crashing surf, and I was curious to see what could possibly reside in the intertidal zone here, and not be pummelled into oblivion.  As it turns out there are all sorts of critters down there.  These pics were all taken in less than 30 cm of water in the rockpools themselves.  I can only dream of what underwater majesty might lie beyond the kelp.....

Anemone. Photo: Jacque Comery

Sea cucumber. Photo: Jacque Comery




Anemone. Photo: Jacque Comery

Snail. Photo: Jacque Comery

Sea cucumber. Photo: Jacque Comery

Starfish on tippy toes! Photo: Jacque Comery

Snail with coralline algae on its shell. Photo: Jacque Comery

June 12: Icicles

A chilly morning produced beautiful icicles hanging off the cliffs. 


Icicles. Photo: Jacque Comery

Monday, 15 June 2015

June 11: King Penguin Chick census

Again, keeping busy helping the Rangers for an hour or so today I walked down to Gadgets Gully with Ranger Anna to count the number of chicks in the King Penguin crèche near Station.
This involves staring at these little critters through binoculars, and trying to count them , whilst they simultaneously make it challenging by waddling all over the place, and just generally being hilarious.  I failed miserably trying to count whilst these guys were flapping their silly little fluffy wings about and falling all over the place, my giggling interfering with my counting concentration.  I got a regular 150ish, and Anna seemed to come up with between 170 and 190.  Checkout the photo, imagine them moving, then imagine counting them!
The Giant Petrels hang about this crèche waiting for a meal of a stray chick. The adult birds remain quite passive about the whole thing, and seem to rarely defend a chick.  One little fella became a meal that day, but the Giant Petrels were fed for another day.  Such is nature.

Chick crèche. Photo: Jacque Comery

Adult King Penguins. Photo: Jacque Comery




Giant Petrels surround the adult King Penguins. Photo: Jacque Comery
Adults look on as a chick is taken and made a meal. Photo: Jacque Comery


GPs feeding on a chick. Photo: Jacque Comery

Meal for the day. Photo: Jacque Comery

June 10: Searching for Burrowing Petrels

Today I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to assist the Rangers with searching for Burrowing Petrels on North Head in the Special Management Area.  There are many special management areas on the island, and these require permission from Tasmanian Parks and Wildlife Service to be added to our permits to enter.  Being invited to assist the Rangers in their work provides an excellent opportunity to see these areas of the Island and the inhabitants who live there.
We were searching for endangered Grey Petrels in areas where nesting sites had been recorded in previous years.  Grey Petrels were seen on Macca prior to 1900, but were not seen again until cats were eradicated from the island in1999.  The Grey Petrels nest in burrows tucked in between the tall tussock which grows on the steep slopes of the island, towering above the rocks below.
A this time of year many of them will have chicks in the burrows, and the Rangers are interested to see how many of the nesting sites were in use to monitor their ongoing breeding success.

To find a Petrel chick first one must get to the sites. A steep hike up Wireless Hill and then a walk through a sharp saddle led us to the first of our nesting sites. The tussock grass (Poa Foliosa)can be up to 1.5metres tall, and you need to crawl down between it's giant tufts and search for burrow entrances.  If you find a hole the next step is to check it out.  I was briefed by Ranger Anna to sniff it!  Yep, Petrels are smelly.  Frankly I got quite confused as I could smell musty rotting vegetation everywhere, which I was confusing with musty Petrel... so I didn't find that the most helpful cue.  The next step was one which goes against anything an Australian has ever learned.  ....stick your arm down the hole and feel around, or shove your head in it and have a look with a torch. I lost my torch down in the my pack and my hands were too frozen on account of the sub-zero day to dig it out, so I just snapped a photo down every hole instead. On the first slope a little grey fluffy critter appeared in one of my pictures.  I heard a little skrawking sound when checking out the burrow, and there it was on the camera!
Snow storms kept rolling through all day. The tussock makes an excellent shelter, as if you sit between the plants you are tucked away from the wind and the snow, and can enjoy a snack, or try and warm the hands.
The next few slopes yielded no finds and then we found a burrow with two adult birds inside.  We couldn't see a chick, but it was a chilly day so if I were a Petrel I would also hide in a burrow!
I found an old egg in a burrow, but it was long abandoned.
Right at the end of the day, on the way back up the hill I found a burrow in which I spotted a little beak in a burrow which promptly hid further inside it's underground labyrinth.  The sounds from this burrow were different, and were not Grey Petrels.  Upon listening to the bird calls track back at station we identified it as a Blue Petrel!  Blue Petrels are listed as a vulnerable species, who were also impacted heavily by cat predation.
Just as we were celebrating the Blue Petrel discover 8 Cape Petrels appeared and flew passes over us  again and again.  These beautiful Petrels are distributed across the Antarctic and sub-Antarctica, and carry beautiful black and white markings.
Sadly wer were losing the light and still had to haul ourselves up the cliffs over the tussock and back up to the plateau for our hike back to Station so we left our Petrel friends to soaring above the cliffs in peace.
An amazing day and a rare opportunity to witness some rare birdlife up close. 
Three new birds on the bird list.
Looking east toward Totten Head. Photo: Jacque Comery

View south to Plateau and Station. Photo: Jacque Comery

Snow storm passing through. Photo: Jacque Comery

Catch me Point. Photo: Jacque Comery

Grey Petrel Chick. Photo: Jacque Comery

Abandoned egg in burrow. Photo: Jacque Comery

North tip of North Head. Photo: Jacque Comery

Adult Grey Petrels in the burrow. Photo: Jacque Coemry

Sasquatch like photo of a Blue Petrel! Photo: Jacque Comery

Time to go home. Photo: Jacque Comery

Sunday, 14 June 2015

June 9: Sunrise at North Head

The sun is hanging so low in the sky now that we have sunrise, and then sunarrive!  Sun finally makes it to Station at around 10am ish.  The Station is tucked in behind North Head down on the Isthmus. So even after the sunrises, it takes a while to finally peek out from behind  the peninsula and cast it's rays upon us.
On this morning I stood up on the 'golf tee' on the Wireless Hill track with Chef Justin to capture the sun lighting up the plateau. Clear blue skies such are still a rarity.

First rays of sun light up the King Penguin rookery at Gadgets Gully. Photo: Jacque Comery

After the sun finally peeks around North Head it shines bright upon  the north-west edge of the plateau. Photo: Jacque Comery

The first Station buildings get the sun. Photo: Jacque Comery

Good morning Macca. Photo: Jacque Comery

Tern Rock to the east. Photo: Jacque Comery

June 8: Fur Seals in Garden Cove


Garden Cove is a lovely sheltered east facing cove immediately behind my house.  In fact I am lucky enough to view it from both my office and bedroom windows (when they are not encrusted with salt!). It is also home to many of the fur seals of the Island.
We have Sub-Antarctic and Antarctic Fur Seals here, also the NZ Fur Seals are alleged to be interbreeding with the population so resultant hybridisation is making it difficult to clearly identify many individuals.
Macca hosts the only breeding population of sub-Antarctic Fur Seals in Australian waters. Prior to the arrival of seals in 1810 there was estimated to be around 200,000 fur seals on and around the Isthmus.
Otariid, or eared seals, are far more dextrous than their earless cousins the phocid seals, which include the elephant seals. Fur seals can move around rocky terrain with ease unlike the elephant selas that hump their way about using the momentum of the undulations in their large blubbery bodies!  They move fast move fast and they have sharp teeth so one must always be on the lookout, and be light on your feet ready to evade their charges.  The older seals are more relaxed as it is not yet breeding season, but the young seals, being less assured about what represents a threat seem to always mount a cheeky charge. I always run away which only seems to encourage them to keep charging. So cute and yet so scary!
Many of the seals are tagged from earlier research programs so whenever I sight a tag with a legible number I let the Rangers know, and they record the sighting in their database.  I will post an update about our friend #711 featured in these photos once I hear back with more information about him.

Introducing #711. Photo: Jacque Comery

It is easy to see why early seafarers called these guys Sea Bears. Photo: Jacque Comery

Such fine whiskers you have.  Photo: Jacque Comery

Young fur seal getting ready to chase me away. Photo: Jacque Comery


Perfect vantage point. Photo: Jacque Comery

Sleepy fur seal. Photo: Jacque Comery

Young fur seal. Photo Jacque Comery