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Sepulveda Basin Field Trip: Saturday, 14 March, 8:00 AM
The day starts cool, then warms into the 70’s.
Paths & grass possibly damp from dew or sprinklers.
Wear appropriate footwear.

Unfortunately, we get there a bit later.
Reservation: Not necessary
Masking/Covid Requirements: None. Wear a mask if you wish, but trails are wide and uncrowded.
Weather: NWS predicts 59 > 78°F, wind 0mph, sky cover 14%. Dress in layers.
Link to: 2025 Sepulveda report

Located only 15 minutes from Santa Monica, Chuck Almdale will show us around one of San Fernando Valley’s best birding spots, where – unless it’s become a giant lake from any recent & unexpected rainfall – we’ll check the fields, pond, riparian areas and perhaps Los Angeles River for migrants and wintering birds. Neotropic Cormorants are frequently seen around the ponds and river. Time & conditions permitting, we might go to Lake Balboa for the Dusky-capped Flycatcher if it’s around.
Expect ducks, grebes, raptors, herons, cormorants, hummingbirds, doves, kingfishers, woodpeckers, thrushes, flycatchers, swallows, corvids, kinglets, warblers, sparrows, blackbirds, turtles, perhaps a coot or two and possibly cricketeers. The whole kit and the caboodle to boot!
Family Guide: 1-2 miles easy walking on level crushed granite path, sometimes clay or grass. Dress in layers, bring water & snack, wear footwear suitable for possibly damp paths.

Directions: SAN DIEGO FWY (I-405) north over the mighty range of Santa Monica Mountains (aka “the hill”) and past the #101 Fwy to first exit at BURBANK BLVD. Go west (left) to WOODLEY AVE. Turn north (right) on WOODLEY AVE. continue 1/2 mile to the south entrance on right) or another 1/10 mile to the middle entrance for the WILDLIFE RESERVE AREA. One or the other or both of these two entrances are always open. Drive east, continuing past the cricket pitches and the small traffic circle and meet at the very last parking lot on the left (blue marker by amphitheater on Google map above). Bathrooms nearby.
Arrive early and find the Parakeets, Western Bluebirds, Dark-eyed Juncos, Chipping Sparrows, Pine Siskins and the ever-elusive Delirious Whatnots for the rest of us! We then walk south into the wildlife reserve, just in case you arrive late.
Meet at 8 a.m. at the parking lot
Leader: Chuck Almdale email: misclists@verizon.net

The Kingbird’s Crown
[By Chuck Almdale, Photos by Armando Martinez]

In the early 18th century, British naturalist Mark Catesby decided to tour the southeastern British Colonies and make observations of this land, new to Europe and largely uncharted as to its flora and fauna. Out of his endeavors came the collection of artwork and observations known as The Natural History of Carolina, Florida and the Bahama Islands, which appeared, twenty elephant-folio sized plates at a time in eleven installments, between 1729 and 1747. You can see where J.J. Audubon got his idea eighty years later. These days the plates are generally found bound into two volumes, 350 pages each, and one set sold at Christie’s in 2022 for a mere $138,600. Even better, you can browse the volumes for free in the Digital Collections Repository of University of South Carolina. Among the many birds Catesby illustrated was the Eastern Kingbird, whom he called ‘The Tyrant,’ and noted:
The courage of this little Bird is singular. He pursues and puts to flight all kinds of Birds that come near his station, from the smallest to the largest, none escaping his fury; nor did I ever see any that dar’d to oppose him while flying; for he does not offer to attack them when sitting. I have seen one of them fix on the back of an Eagle, and persecute him so, that he has turned on his back into various postures in the air, in order to get rid of him, and at last was forced to alight on the top of the next tree, from whence he dared not move, till the little Tyrant was tired, or thought fit to leave him.
–– Text from Royal Collection Trust. Link

Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center – Vasser College
Carl Linnaeus greatly admired Catesby’s work and in recognition gave the bird the species name of tyrannus, based on Catesby’s description of the bird’s behavior. This name was carried on to the family name of Tyrannidae, and onward into the English name for the family, Tyrant Flycatchers. Today, of the world’s 250+ families of birds, the largest is Tyrannidae and at latest count has 451 members or about 4% of the world’s birds. The next largest family is the tanagers, currently with 384 species.
Look closely at the painting above and if you are familiar with the Eastern Kingbird, you might notice something that you won’t find illustrated or mentioned in the text of recent field guides.
During my research on the Birds of the World website I ran across this photo below. In case you haven’t yet figured out what ‘something’ I’m talking about, it’s the brightly colored reddish ‘crown.’ Excluding Google Images – filled as it is with photos swiped from across the world wide web – it’s pretty hard to find the crown in a photo or illustration, especially in a field guide. I know, I looked.

Checking the Field Guides
I checked all my field guides that were likely to include an Eastern Kingbird. While I was at it, I checked all thirteen species within genus Tyrannus, eleven of which are named ‘XYZ Kingbird,” plus the Scissor-tailed and Fork-tailed Flycatchers. All of them have a colored patch on their crowns; one reason, if not the only reason, why they’re in the same genus. Several Tyrannus species do not appear in the United States, and thus no field guide has all thirteen species. Here’s what I found (or didn’t find, the usual case).
Three field Guides neither mentioned nor illustrated a colored crown for any Tyrannus species.
NGS Field Guide to Birds of North America (FGBONA) 8th Ed, 2025: 9 species shown
NGS FGBONA 6th Ed, 2011: 9 species shown
Sibley FGBONA Western, 1st Ed., 2003: 6 species shown
Four field guides had some illustration or mention of the colored crown, commonly described as ‘seldom seen,’ ‘semi-concealed,’ or ‘usually concealed.’ Note: In my descriptions below, “faintly” means you need a magnifying glass to see it.
1. Golden FGBONA, 1st Ed., 1966: 7 species. No mention in brief text. Illustrated for Cassin’s K. – faintly red, Eastern K. – faintly red, Gray K. – orange/red, Thick-billed K. – yellow; Tropical K. orange/red. Not illustrated for: Western, Scissor-tailed Flycatcher.
2. NGS FGBONA 1st Ed., 1983: 10 species. Colored crown never illustrated. Mentioned in text for Cassin’s – red, Eastern – orange/red, Gray – red, Loggerhead – yellow, Thick-billed – yellow, Western – red. No mention for Couch’s, Tropical, Fork-tailed or Scissor-tailed Flycatchers.
3. Peterson’s FG Western Birds, 3rd Ed., 1990: 6 species.No mention in brief text except Eastern – red. Illustrated for Cassin’s – faintly red, Eastern – orange/red, Western – faintly orange/red. Not illustrated for Thick-billed, Tropical, or Scissor-tailed Flycatcher.
4. Peterson’s FG Eastern Birds, 5th Ed., 2002: 4 species. No mention in brief text except: Eastern – red. Illustrated for Eastern – orange/red, Gray – red, Western – orange/red, Scissor-tailed Flycatcher – red.
I got the distinct impression that as time went by, the authors and illustrators decided to skip such niggling, rarely-glimpsed details as the existence or color of kingbird crowns.
I finally found accurate and nearly complete information on all thirteen members of genus Tyrannus in the Handbook of the Birds of the World (HBW) (volume 9, pp. 418-425). The text gave all the crown colors; they were also illustrated, sometimes very faintly for all but the following species: Snowy-throated Kingbird, White-throated K., Thick-billed K., Western K., Gray K., Scissor-tailed Flycatcher.
The on-line version, updated (usually) annually, of HBW is Birds of the World (BotW), and it’s textual information was similar to HBW. All crown colors were described, essentially the same as in HBW, plus a lot more detail on general plumage such as feather length. Photographic illustrations were woefully lacking; the only crown shown was for our old friend the Eastern K. (red/orange/yellow) (see photo above).
Why are they called ‘king’-birds?
My trusty companion The Dictionary of American Bird Names, by Earnest A. Choate, revised edition, 1984, always within reach, has this to say:
Kingbird. From Anglo-Saxon (c.450-c.1200) cyning. Possibly for the little crown, usually invisible like that of the Ruby-crowned Kinglet, of reddish gold feathers on the top of the head, or more probably because of the aggressive, dominating nature of the bird.
The online replication of Webster’s Dictionary, 1828: https://webstersdictionary1828.com/Dictionary/kingbird was not much help:
KING’BIRD, noun A fowl of the genus Paradisea; also, a species of the genus Muscicapa, so called from its courage in attacking larger fowls.
Well…Musicapa is a genus within the large family of Musicapidae or Old World Flycatchers, small 5-6″ birds the size of our Empidonax genus of flycatchers. The King Bird-of-Paradise (Cicinnurus regius) in the family Paradisaeidae lives only in New Guinea. So neither of Webster’s references seem to have anything to do with our Kingbirds. However, it may well be that in 1828 the flycatchers of the Americas were considered to be in the same family as the flycatchers of the Old World. To summarize the name changes & additions:
- In the 1730s naturalist Mark Catesby described and illustrated the bird he called ‘the Tyrant,’ later to be called Eastern Kingbird.
- In 1758 Carl Linnaeus – thinking it was a shrike – formally named it Lanius tyrannus in his 10th edition of Systema Naturae.
- In 1799 French naturalist Bernard Germain de Lacépède introduced Tyrannus as the ‘type genus’ for the Eastern Kingbird, which then became Tyrannus tyrannus, the ‘type species’ for the new genus.
- In 1825, the bird family Tyrannidae was formally established and named by Irish zoologist Nicholas Vigors.
- In recent decades we have added higher-order taxa such as:
- Parvorder Tyrannida (families of Tyrant Flycatchers, Royal Flycatchers, Sharpbills, Tityras, Cotingas and Manakins)
- Infraorder Tyrannides (parvorders Tyrannida and Furnariida [Ovenbirds, Antbirds & Allies])
- Suborder Tyranni (infraorders Tyrannides & Eurylaimides [Pittas, Broadbills & allies])
So perhaps Noah Webster was not completely wrong in 1828 when thinking that Kingbirds were in the family of Musicapidae or Old World Flycatchers, as Tyrannidae or New World Flycatchers was only three years old at the time. News did not travel quickly in those days, even when it was critically important information on changes in the taxonomic classification of an 8.5″-long flycatcher.
The kingbirds, most particularly the Eastern Kingbird, Tyrannus tyrannus, type species, type genus and type family member, were quickly recognized as feisty little characters, quite willing to attack any bird of any size to drive it from it’s territory. Remember Catesby’s description of the Tyrant and the eagle from the top of this article? Certainly a tyrant and certainly a king – in the early 19th-century opinion of all right-thinking red-blooded Americans, all kings were unquestionably tyrants – and the flaming crown of yellow-orange-red worn by all members of the genus, kept hidden until duty called, serves to reinforce the name of tyrant-king. As with some other avian species, the crown is kept hidden until danger lurks or passion flares—when competitors or predators invade his air space, or when he strives to attract a mate.
Why are we talking about this?
I’ve been birding for about half-a-century, I’ve seen all thirteen members of genus Tyrannus, with many hundreds of sightings of one or another of the thirteen species, but I’ve never seen the colored crown on any of them, anywhere, ever. I knew that they had a colored crown, but beyond that I never much thought about it. There are lots of birds with hidden crowns or other startling displays of plumage or skin that you only see in the right place at the right time or if you’re just plain lucky. Orange-crowned Warbler and Ruby-crowned Kinglet are two local examples of such birds. All the male Birds-of-Paradise have really interesting and sometimes astounding displays that they reserve for attracting females. Bowerbirds build their bowers and perform dances for the females, but they don’t like humans watching them. Oropendolas hang upside-down by their feet, flap their wings, spread their tail and scream at the top of their lungs for their females, not for us. The world of birds is filled with all sorts of bizarre, beautiful and secretive behavior, so not seeing the crown on a kingbird is just one among many such missed treasures. But – as I said – I knew it was there; a known unknown.
When SMBAS board member and shutterbug Armando Martinez photographed these birds below, he did not see the colored crown until he inspected them at home and saw the ruby crown. He checked his field guides – including National Geographic’s and Sibley’s field guides. plus both Sibley’s and Audubon’s app, and found nothing—and then sent them to me. I immediately suspected what was going on, did a minor bit of research to confirm my belief, and let him know that his photos were indeed of a Cassin’s Kingbird, as he suspected, whatever the field guides might say or show or omit. They are in the same sequence as they were taken.
Take a look.

(Armando Martinez, San Joaquin marsh 2-12-26, 10:19:55)

(Armando Martinez, San Joaquin marsh 2-09-26, 10:19:55)

(Armando Martinez, San Joaquin marsh 2-09-26, 10:19:57)

(Armando Martinez, San Joaquin marsh 2-09-26, 10:19:58)
Lucky dog. Great photo sequence.
Zoom Recording: Evolutionary History and Biogeography of Passerines, with Diego Blanco
The recording of this program from 3 March 2026
is now available online.

Evolutionary History and Biogeography of Passerines, with Diego Blanco.
Diego Blanco of the Moore Laboratory of Ornithology will present an Evolutionary History and Biogeography of Passerines. Topics will include song bird behavior, evolution, and conservation. Diego will describe the avian family tree and explain how songbirds have spread across the globe and how they’ve changed over time.

Before Diego Blanco became an Outreach and Research Assistant at the Moore Lab of Zoology at Occidental College, he was a Los Angeles area birder and naturalist. He enjoys hiking, camping, and documenting biodiversity through photography and illustration. Diego graduated from Cornell University in 2022 and has worked as an administrative assistant at the Theodore Payne Foundation for Wild Flowers and Native Plants where he taught field sketching and bird identification classes. He spent the summer 2024 season as a point count technician with the Klamath Bird Observatory conducting surveys on bird populations and plant communities in Whiskeytown National Recreation Area and Lassen Volcanic National Park in Northern California.

[Posted by Chuck Almdale, submitted by Jess Morton]
This is a message from Jess Morton, longtime member in numerous capacities of Palos Verdes Audubon Society.
Perhaps you have heard me lament the decline of insect populations during the last few years. It is something I have sensed more than had hard data to support. Our 40 years of Audubon butterfly counts have hinted at this in the last few years, but such an uncontrolled approach cannot be generalized. Well, the data does exist, and I urge you to watch this presentation made by Matt Forister, an expert in the field, who lays out the case in terms that make it likely that even my apprehensions are too rosy. This recording was made of his presentation at a Lorquin Entomological Society meeting a couple of years ago. It’s a doozy!
In the talk, you will become acquainted with Professor Art Shapiro’s ongoing fifty-plus year transect of California from the Bay Area through the Central Valley, over the Sierra and into the Great Basin, and come to appreciate what an unremitting dedication to a scientific project can achieve. He is our Humboldt of the Butterflies.
—— Jess

The Bedside Book of Birds| Book Review
[By Chuck Almdale, suggested by Emily Roth]
The Bedside Book of Birds: An Avian Miscellany
Graeme Gibson, 2005. Nan A. Talese, Doubleday, Random House. Hardbound, 345 pages plus bibliography and image acknowledgements. $10-$40.

The title is absolutely accurate; this book has many dozens of very short ‘chapters,’ all of them about birds, written by a wide range of people from many different centuries and countries, each comes with an appropriate illustration, sometimes by well-known naturalist-artists, sometimes by unknown artisans. It is designed to be read while lying in bed; this is where I do all my reading, so this was just perfect for me.
If you like birds, if you like reading, if you like reading about birds and looking at a wide variety of illustrations of birds, this book is perfect for you. The Los Angeles Public Library has two copies but there was no waiting list as the book is over 20 years old. Put it on hold and you’ll have it within a few days. If you need more information than that, read on.
The book has nine themes, each of which may have several dozen entries, each entry 1-7 pages long: Birds observed and recorded; How long have we been enchanted by birds?; Folk tales and parables; Bird companions; Sinister auspices; Correspondences and transformations; Bird we use, eat, wear and sell; Avian defense and flying nightmares; Birds and the nostalgic human soul. The author introduces each theme with a 1-4 page comment.
Here’s the blurb from Thriftbooks, which has copies for $9.39.
In this stunning assemblage of words and images, novelist and avid birdwatcher Graeme Gibson offers an extraordinary tribute to the venerable relationship between humans and
birds.
From the Aztec plumed serpent to the Christian dove to Plato’s vision of the human soul growing wings, religion and philosophy use birds to represent our aspirational selves. Winged creatures appear in mythology and folk tales, and in literature by writers as diverse as Ovid, Thoreau, and T. S. Eliot. They’ve been omens, allegories, and guides; they’ve been worshiped, eaten, and feared. Birds figure tellingly in the work of such nature writers as Gilbert White and Peter Matthiessen, and are synonymous with the science of Darwin. Gibson spent years collecting this gorgeously illustrated celebration of centuries of human response to the delights of the feathered tribes. The Bedside Book of Birds is for everyone who is intrigued by the artistic forms that humanity creates to represent its soul.
I’m enclosing selections from three entries that caught my eye; the first is the complete entry, the next two are excerpts.
Floki Released A Raven
Armed with standard sailing directions, and with a comprehensive knowledge of navigational methods, supplemented by a well-developed instinctive skill, Norse navigators stood every chance of making successful passages even over the dark waters of the Western Ocean. These men were not casual venturers upon the sea; they were highly professional and very competent seamen of a kind whose like has now all but vanished from the earth, under the influence of mechanical propulsion and the electronic navigator.
They were also brilliant improvisors. In the Islendingabok we read of the exploit of one Raven-Floki who wished to make a voyage to Iceland but who did not have sailing directions for the voyage. Floki set out to go there anyway, and as navigation aids he carried a number of ravens. Ravens, as Floki evidently knew, are land birds—and nonmigratory. They do not have to make passages across large expanses of open water, and seldom do so voluntarily. When a raven is freed from a ship it will promptly make for the nearest land it can see. From a height of 5000 feet—at which altitude the big black bird is still easily visible from sea level—a raven can probably see land ninety miles away, and high land a great deal farther off.
It is recorded that on the first day out of sight of the Faeroes, Floki released a raven, which circled a few times and then struck off on the vessel’s back track, towards the Faeroes. On the second day another raven circled for a long time high in the pale sky, and finally returned to perch upon the vessel’s mast. But on the next day, the raven climbed to a great height and then flew purposefully off towards the west. Following it with their eyes until it vanished, the Norsemen set their course by that of the bird and in due time raised the coast of Iceland.
Some people deride this account as being apocryphal. There is no reason to think that it is anything of the sort. On the contrary, the use of ravens by the sailor who later came to be called Raven-Floki was no more than what one might have expected from a seafaring people who were very closely attuned to the world in which they lived.
—— From Westviking: The Ancient Norse in Greenland and North America, 1965. Farley Mowat (1921- ), Canada.
Farley Mowat is the author of many books including Never Cry Wolf, later made into a movie.
Using goose grease for the sort of thing described below was before my time, and I never heard of anyone keeping it in the medicine chest. But in the days before antibiotics and vaccines, it would have sounded wonderful. My mother would rub some concoction of petroleum jelly and eucalyptus on my chest. It did help one breathe more easily, but it stuck to anything nearby.
Goose Grease
In most farmhouses some goose grease is kept in the medicine chest and used in many ways. The old-fashioned hot poultice, so useful in relieving an old person’s bronchitis, or easing the “tight chest” of a child, is temporarily out of hospital fashion. Poultices do entail trouble and care, both in application and in easing them away, and substituting warm flannel to guard against chill—but they serve a useful purpose, especially in the country, and many a doctor, long delayed by snow or distance, has arrived to find pneumonia averted, a warmed and soothed child placidly asleep. For any fomentation, goose grease, being water-proof, is rubbed on to the skin beforehand, to prevent the moist heat unduly soaking the skin, and a little is often added to the linseed for the same reason.
Goose grease and fine lard are the only creams permitted in the dairy, both for the dairymaids’ hands and the churn fitments. It is also used, in east winds or snow, to anoint the udders of cows to prevent chapping. It was used by mothers with babies for the same reason, and later when children had colds in the head, noses and lips were rubbed with goose grease, before going out in the cold.
—— From Food in England, 1954; Dorothy Hartley (1892-1985), England
From the author’s introduction to this section.
Some Blessed Hope: Birds and the nostalgic human soul
A great many birdwatchers—from those who simply maintain feeders in their gardens to those, more obsessed, who wander the world in search of new and better birds—have stumbled onto a seductive truth: paying attention to birds, being mindful of them, is being mindful of Life itself. We seldom think of it this clearly, but sometimes, unexpectedly, we are overtaken by a sense of wonder and gratitude. Sure it is the encounter with a force much larger than ourselves that moves us.
Recently I was in the Canadian Arctic. We’d put ashore on the south coast of Hudson Strait and were walking in an expansively beautiful river valley when one of our party spotted a white phase gyrfalcon perched on a boulder high on the opposite hill. These are wonderful birds, fiercely majestic and much coveted by wealthy falconers. As we watched, it launched itself, dashing low over the ancient rocks in pursuit of a passing raven—whereupon the chase was on. Desperately twisting and turning, the raven seemed at each instant about to be caught. Then another raven appeared. This second one was clearly striving to position itself so it could help its companion should the gyrfalcon manage to seize it. As the pursuit went on, with the white bird hard on the black bird’s tail, I sensed something akin to the notion of fateful inevitability that drives classical tragedy. Raven, the Trickster and wolf-bird, is one of my favourite birds and yet the gyrfalcon is equally wondrous; furthermore, it needed to eat the Raven in order to survive. That’s the way things often are. But not this time.
—— Graeme Gibson
Read the book to find out what happens to Raven(s) and Gyrfalcon. I guarantee you cannot correctly guess.


