The foot bridge is a crossing over a moat, into a kingdom of feathers at Bolsa Chica Ecological Reserve.
Keeper of the Gate – ©ingridtaylar
In this regenerated, re-planted Bolsa Bay, bird calls and murmurs bubble up from the terns, Sanderlings, scoters, avocets, grebes, plovers, pelicans, sparrows, Willets and egrets who call this haven home. The marsh is barely shielded from Pacific Coast Highway, with just a parking lot and thicket separating refuge from roadway.
American Avocet – ©ingridtaylar
Female Surf Scoter – ©ingridtaylar
But … Bolsa Chica is a restoration marvel, now reconnected with the Pacific Ocean after a century of separate lives. Native Americans found sustenance in these marshes — before the Spanish land grants — and before Bolsa Chica Gun Club, in 1899, erected dikes here to prevent the tidal exchange and thus improve their duck hunting prospects. In subsequent years, this land underwent a long series of modifications which included filling, oil extraction, and flood control.
Twelve hundred of these acres eventually came into public possession by 1997, rescued from further development by the State of California and a lawsuit filed by Amigos de Bolsa Chica. The marshy revival began in 2004, becoming the “largest coastal wetland restoration ever undertaken in Southern California.” [Amigos de Bolsa Chica]
At 3am on August 24, 2006 tidal flow was released into the wetland for the first time in more than 100 years.
Six years later, in 2012, we make our second visit to Bolsa Chica. The vitality of the marsh rises from inner and outer bays, from the sanctuary islands and from the nesting scrub, as more than 200 species of birds find refuge here. Despite the influx of birders, walkers and photographers, the birds appear blasé about the intrusion, going about their fishing and foraging as if we weren’t there.
Bolsa Chica Birder – ©ingridtaylar
Egret and Oil Rig – ©ingridtaylar
During the height of breeding season, we stroll the foot bridge under an aerial highway of inbound and outbound birds — often Black Skimmers and Forster’s Terns who have raucous islands of their own in the distance — North Tern Island and South Tern Island. They erupt in a caterwaul when raptors fly over.
Terns & Skimmers – ©ingridtaylar
The skimmers, I learn (my first time photographing them), arrive in stealth and pass so quickly I barely get a photo before the sun dips.
Black Skimmer – ©ingridtaylar
The terns, on the other hand, grant me last-light photographic privileges — landing on the handrail from time to time, then posing and preening before pitching themselves over to plunge again for the evening’s last meal. I can’t help myself. I love terns. (More on them, two posts from now.)
Forster’s Tern – ©ingridtaylar
Forster’s Call – ©ingridtaylar
Forster’s Tern Preening – ©ingridtaylar