Bird #325 — Brown Pelican

pelecanus (pelican) occidentalis (western)

Thursday, July 19, 1990 — 3:40 pm

Fort Pulaski National Monument, Georgia — Savannah River

We toured the fort then walked down the trail to the north pier overlooking the river. I scanned the river and picked out an immature Brown Pelican sitting on top of a green navigation buoy in the center of the channel. It was still there when we left.

I continued to scan the river and could barely discern a flock of twenty or so standing on a beach across the river down a ways.

Later in the day, both by the Tybee Island Lighthouse and by the hotel, I saw several flocks. The usually flew in single file, but occasionally in other formations. When they flew over land, they were generally about 40 feet up. When they were over water, they flew just above the surface, rising slightly when they flapped, then dropping down behind the waves in a short glide. I even saw a few flocks from the window of our hotel room.

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Fort Pulaski National Monument, Georgia

My wife, daughter, and I checked into our motel on the Atlantic beach on Tybee Island. We ate lunch at Arby’s, then headed a few miles back inland to Fort Pulaski, a Civil War fort on Cockspur Island.

I found the fort fascinating. We spent about an hour and a half touring the visitor center and fort and loved every minute of it although the heat and humidity got to us before we were finished.

Several rooms inside the fort were restored to their Civil War appearance. We looked at them, then circled the fort twice, once inside the lower level and once outside on the upper level.

A ranger, dressed as a Civil War soldier, was talking to a group of people as we entered the fort. As we walked past he was saying, “We have a tendency to look at the way people lived back then and think they were stupid. But remember, 100 years from now, your house will be a National Park and people will be touring it and saying how stupid we must have been in 1990.”

Fort Pulaski was built between 1829-1847 to protect the mouth of the Savannah River. It was occupied in January, 1861 by Confederate troops. In April of 1862, Union troops bombarded the fort and reduced it to rubble in 30 hours. The brick walls were no match for the rifled cannons of the Union army, and the battle signaled the end of brick forts.

After we finished touring the fort, my family went to the visitor center to relax in the air conditioning. I walked around the fort a third time, this time outside the moat.

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Bird #324 — Least Tern

sterna (tern) antillarum (from albus, white, and frons, forehead)

Thursday, July 19, 1990 — 1:50 pm

Fort Pulaski National Monument, Georgia — South Channel, Savannah River

After checking into our hotel, we drove back off the island to Fort Pulaski. The park is on Cockspur Island in the Savannah River. A Least Tern was standing on a railing post on the causeway about 40 yards out from shore. I slowed the car and crept toward the bird. It allowed us to get fairly close before it took off over the water. For some reason, I expected it to be more difficult to find this bird.

About an hour later, we were on the upper level of the fort. Another adult was flying along the moat next to the wall. We watched it for about five minutes, and I took a picture.

It flew slowly into the wind, hovered frequently, and occasionally dove into the water. When it reached the end of the moat, it tipped into the wind and swiftly glided downwind to the other end. It then turned and started slowly back upwind again.

Still later, as we crossed the bridge off the island, I saw an immature standing on a post very close to where we saw the first one. I was able to drive up next to it and take another picture.

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Bird #323 — Boat-tailed Grackle

quiscalus (quail) major (greater)

Thursday, July 19, 1990 — 1:00 pm

Tybee Island, Georgia — Arby’s Roast Beef Restaurant

Some bird sightings are romantic. Some are not. My wife, daughter, and I drove down to Savannah. I made reservations at the Sands Motel, right on the beach of Tybee Island for one night. We waited until we got to the island to eat lunch, figuring there would be a lot of choices, but Arby’s was the only game in town. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I just mention it for the sake of setting the scene. The restaurant was on a point between two streets in the downtown area about 100 yards from the ocean. In the small triangle in front of the building there were two or three picnic tables.

As we walked from the car, I saw a male Boat-tailed Grackle standing on the bench of the picnic table closest to the door. As we walked by, it hopped up onto the table top. As we looked at it, it hopped around a bit then took off and flew toward the ocean.

This was my easiest lifer in many years. During the next two days, I saw about 15 more grackles, of both sexes. All of them were very close to the ocean except for a male I saw at Savannah National Wildlife Refuge.

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Braves vs. Phillies — July 18, 1990

I drove straight into Atlanta from Chickamauga and arrived at Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium about 15 minutes after the gate opened.

I had only three shots left on my roll of film but figured I could buy more inside the park. Right? Wrong. The stadium stunk. There were 15 concession stands, but they all sold the same 12 things. The concourse area was just a concrete hallway with nothing interesting to see. The employees sulked around and responded with annoyance whenever I approached. They didn’t sell scorecards, so I had to buy a program. They didn’t sell pencils either. With the program they sold $2.00 markers that didn’t write on the type of paper the program was printed on, so I had to run out later and buy a cheap ballpoint pen shaped like a bat. Little wonder that so few people were there.

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My seat was pretty good — 21 rows up behind home plate. The wait for game time was a drag. A Salvation Army kids’ band entertained the crowd with dirges. After about 14 seconds, everyone ignored them and went back to being bored.

I sat next to a local guy named Charlie who was there with two friends of his from Florida. They didn’t talk to him much, so he talked to me. He was a big Falcons and Hawks fan, but didn’t know much about the Braves. I teased him about driving in Georgia, and he agreed with me totally. As the game wore on, and he filled up with beer, he began to get on my nerves. After the fifth inning I got up like I was getting something to eat, and I never went back.

The park was mostly empty, so I spent the rest of the game sitting in a different seat every inning. I tried the upper deck and the bleachers. This worked out well because at the end of the game I was sitting right by the gate I came in at. I was the third person out of the stadium and the first car out of the lot. Five minutes after the final pitch I was on a nearly-empty Interstate 20.

I don’t remember much about the game, and I’ve misplaced the program. The Braves lost 4-3.

Check out the caption on this newspaper photo and see if you can make more sense of it than I can.

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