Nay,
I will; that's flat:
He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
Nay,
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
To keep his anger still in motion.
He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
Nay,
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
To keep his anger still in motion.
-Hotspur, Henry IV Part 1, Shakespeare
The sun is shining, the wind is howling out of the east
strong enough to make the dock lines creak and the rigging sing. Cool too, 50 degrees in the cockpit. SCAs posted for the Channel so the flock is
definitely in the pasture. I’m huddled
below with the radio and the heater.
So what’s with the Shakespeare quote, you ask? Are you still catching us up on the
voyage? And the answer to the last
question is, not today. There’s a story
with the first one.
The verbiage above comes in the first act when several
conspirators are plotting against the king.
Hotspur is suggesting using a starling as an audio weapon in an attempt
to drive him crazy. With those words,
old Will and a willing groupie with too many dollars and not enough sense
unleashed a nasty pest upon the North American continent and specifically
Channel Islands Harbor. I’m talking the
common starling, AKA European starling, and to those of a scientific bent, Sturnus vulgaris. Back
in the late Nineteenth Century, Eugene Schieffelin and some other mis-guided
wealthy members of an organization dedicated to introducing foreign species
into North America for economic reasons decided it would be cool to introduce
all the birds mentioned in Shakespeare plays.
So in 1891, they released several dozen European starlings in Central
Park.
I wonder if they even read
the play. I mean the plotters were
proposing the bird be used as an irritant.
Maybe they thought the starling song would be a beautiful addition to
our environs, totally missing the irritant thing. Now don’t get me wrong, starlings are pretty
amazing birds. They are related to mynahs
and can mimic other birds. They are very
social and gather in flocks termed murmurations that in flight are astounding
to watch. They eat insects which is
almost always a good thing.
But they also eat fruit and
that’s not a good thing for a couple of reasons. The berry farmers around here hate them as
they cause hundreds of thousands of dollars of damage to their crops. It also causes their guano to be acidic and
staining. Municipalities have spent
millions dealing with the maintenance issues caused by the birds. Remember they are a very gregarious species
so it’s never just one bird, it’s hundreds.
Which brings me to what
initiated this missive. I got back to
the boat one day and found the port deck and the sail cover covered in colored
bird poop. Now I haven’t told you yet of
the new paint on the boat. It has gotten
a very expensive paint job during the stay here. So I got out the deck brush and went to
work. I realized after a few minutes
that I needed greater fire power so I broke out the pressure washer. Two hours later the boat was clean but the
deck was stained in a few places. I was
not happy. The next day same thing, port
deck nailed with colored poop, two more hours with the pressure washer and
another stain or two.
After the third day I was
getting pretty steamed and very puzzled.
I knew it had to be a flock of birds but had no idea what they were as I
hadn’t seen them. Finally, one evening I
was returning when I saw about twenty little black birds clinging to the stays
and shrouds above the upper spreaders.
My first thought was, how cool is that as they engaged in pecking order
games on the shrouds, chirping and…defecating.
Oh no! It finally dawned on
me. I ran to the boat, grabbed the
nearest shroud and gave it a good shake.
They all took off at once, circling and wheeling and then realighting on
the rigging. Another shake and they
again took flight some deciding that maybe the neighbor’s mast might be a
little more accommodating. At that point
I realized that of the fifteen or so sail boats I share this basin with the
little birds only preferred 5 or 6.
Finally, all the birds, maybe 150 from my and the other boats, left the
rigging and disappeared into the nearby palm trees. It was sundown.
It took several more days to
observe their arrival in groups of 3 to 5 out of the east, looking like little
black missiles with wings showing up approximately 40 minutes before sundown. Then they roost in the rigging. And then at sundown they repair to their
nests in the palms. And they seem to
prefer the taller masts nearest the trees.
But what were they and how
to dissuade them from using Blue Note as a pre-nighttime outhouse? I only have one bird book aboard, Guide to
the Birds of Alaska by R H Armstrong.
Not expecting much I dove in and after an hour the closest culprit
looked to be the European starling. The
bill and the body shape were right but the ones in my rigging didn’t have
spots. More time with Wikipedia
confirmed them and provided their history, behavior, habitat, etc. I now knew who the enemy was, a
strawberry-gobbling, gregarious, intelligent, fastidious, invasive bird with no
known predators.
What to do? Apparently some maintenance departments have
had some success stringing nets over those items needing protection, not a
solution for me. Shiny objects strung in
the rigging initially seemed to work but only for several days. To date, the only effective method for
preventing deck damage has been to stand by, waiting for a bird to land and
then shaking the rigging until they fly off.
This is kept up until all the berries have been processed or sundown
occurs. Miss a day for whatever reason
and two hours of fun with the pressure washer ensues. All is not bad though as I have been
providing amusement for all my live-aboard neighbors. They understand after I explain it, but I can
see the visual humor of seeing an old, fat hippie randomly jumping out and
shaking a shroud. I call it bird doody. Thanks a lot Will.
-ap