November 4, 2012

Number of people: 2. Number of dogs: 1. Walking or running: 3. Beach Walk Miles 94 and 95Sunday November 4th, 2012The weather was beautiful – sunny and still. I was prepared to spend several more hours digging post holes, but Blaine bought my suggestion of a beach walk and sent me down to check on our eight foot Walker Bay dinghy. We had not visited it since we had returned to Bandon in mid-September. Lucie and I walked around the old mown path, which is becoming greatly overgrown so the grass was up to chest deep toward the end and found the Second Sea Sprite was in good order, still tied to the myrtle tree.We walked back and informed Blaine and I gathered my backpack, knife, camera, water-proof binoculars, some treats for LucieAnne, and we walked back over to the boat. It was easy to launch as the Lower Fourmile Creek was high so the bank, which had been eroded by the big storm this past Spring and was then about a four foot drop off, was now only a foot or two. The three of us got into the little skiff, and I rowed us down the creek and across the New River. We walked across the dunes which seemed noticeably wider than they were this past Spring. The wind was gentle from the south and estimated to be between five and ten miles an hour. But when we finished our walk at two, it was calm. The sky overhead was blue; there were a few white fluffy clouds to our East over the land.The tide was coming in and waves were from two to five feet trough to crest. Some of them were breaking quite far out, over a hundred yards from the shore. There was white foam on the sand. Sometimes in the past it has been yellow, but this day it was white. The water temperature felt like it was in the low fifties. We turned north and walked all the way to where the New River enters the sea. That point seemed further away than it was last Spring as well. I estimate that the distance from where we start out across from the mouth of the Lower Fourmile Creek to the mouth of the New River is now about two and a half miles. At one time I thought it was about two miles.The beach was mostly clean. There were occasional bull kelp but not big mounds. We saw very few birds as we walked along the beach. We found and photographed one small (about three feet long) dead pinniped which I took to be an immature sea lion, but its head was pretty much gone,and so, I could not identify it.Once again we found that large concrete dock stranded on the dry sand. As we made our way north, we did find some stretches of beach with flotsam and jetsam. We were surprised to find a very large white pelican walking with a limp across the sand somewhere in mile 95. It stood about three feet tall and had a grossly deformed right wing. It moved slowly and with great dignity. We were heartbroken and wished we could do something to assist it. Our Lucie charged it briefly, but we bid her stop and she did. The poor bird continued to make its way southwest toward the water. I took a couple of photos. We looked back occasionally but eventually could no longer see it.As we approached the mouth of the New River there was a large collection of big driftwood on the sand but not as much as we recall from earlier visits although the individual pieces seemed larger, parts of substantial trees. As we walked along the beach we found crab carapaces and claws, only three partial sand dollars and the remains of three birds. The bird carcasses where scanty, just feathers and a few bones, no flesh, so I could not identify them with any certainty but figure they were all gulls. There were no leg bands. There were no legs either. As we approached the mouth of the New River, the opposite bank looked different, covered with much more tree parts than in the past. When we reach the mouth of the New River, we were rewarded with the sight of at least three, but probably more pinnipeds swimming in the river and staring at us curiously. Three had their heads up at one time, but likely, the number of individual sightings indicated more than just three were there.They emerged from and reentered the water with scarcely a ripple. Several times when we saw a big disturbance on the surface of the river, apparently made by a creature about three feet long. We guessed it was some large fish, perhaps a salmon. But we never found out for sure. As we walked back south along the West bank of the New River, we watched low waves sweeping up river. They were about six inches tall and appeared to be caused by the tide coming in. We also found footprints in the sand which is not a common sight on that lonely and desolate stretch of the Oregon shore. The prints looked like one man and one woman with a dog. They were headed south and went nearly all the way to the mouth of the Lower Fourmile Creek and appeared to turn back. They appeared fresh and were very near the water and so, probably were fresh or they would have been washed away.Although we had seen few birds while walking on the shore we found hundreds of sea gulls either floating or standing in the shallow water of the river. They did not appear to be eating anything and so, we could not figure out what attracted so many of them to that place. We encountered two such large flocks as we made our way back south along the river. The first group mostly took flight as we approached, but the second group just observed us placidly.When we were walking back up the mown path towards our house, a mist started to come in, and it enveloped the house shorly after 2PM.

Disturbances: Shorebirds moving in response to humans/dogs

Large pelican with injured wing.

Total dead birds: 3. Three partial carcasses, hard to identify species, about the size of gulls.

Some crab carapaces and claws, three partial sand dollars..

Animal casings (e.g., crab, shrimp molt). Samll dead seal

Took photos of pelican and dead baby sea lion. The pelican was probably in mile 95.