Travels to Newfoundland – 11

Travels to Newfoundland – 11

The Birds of Cape St. Mary


Today, the final day of my Newfoundland adventure, I am crossing off one of the “must see” places from my list: Cape St. Mary’s Ecological Reserve and the promise of a close encounter with 65,000 northern gannets, kittiwakes and common murres. I left St. John’s at 6 am for the 2-hour drive south west.


Thickening fog


I approached the cape under deepening fog and the steady punch of a fog horn — the only sound on earth both reassuring and ominous at the same time.

I quickly devised my own 3-point fog intensity system:


1. Five-telephone pole fog




2. Two-telephone pole fog




3. Three sheep and that’s about it fog




Cape St. Mary’s Ecological Reserve


I was out on the cliffs at the reserve by 8:00 am, concerned now that the fog was dense enough to ruin any photographic ambitions I may have had. I took a few early photos even though knowing without looking that they wouldn’t make the grade. After a couple of hours patience, the fog lifted to sunlight and I began snapping away in earnest. (I also took some video footage which I have posted below).


Northern Gannet

With a 2-meter wingspan, the gannet is the largest seabird in the North Atlantic region. Gannets swim and fly almost their entire life in and above the sea, only coming on land in the spring to nest. In order to take flight, they need to catch a good wind under their wings. On land that would mean a running start, but gannets are clumsy on land. That’s why they nest high up on steep coasts, where the strong seawind provides lift. All they need to do to take off is to spread their wings.

A cliff of northern gannets

A cliff of northern gannets

Standing out from the crowd

Chicks look as if they are about 10 days to 2 weeks old.


Note the pale, ice-blue eye rims.

Note the pale, ice-blue eye rims.

Mother and child

Mother and child. Male and female gannets are similar, but females can be recognized by the greenish ‘veins’ on their webbed feet.

Sometimes playing nice . . .

Sometimes gannets play nice:  Courtship involves ritualized head pointing, preening and wing flapping and, here,  clicking beaks together.

Clicking beaks together


. . . sometimes, not so much.

Sometimes, they play rough. They live in such close quarters that disputes are inevitable, though they generally subside as quickly as they erupt.

They use anything they can find for building rudimentary nests.

Gannets use anything they can find for building rudimentary nests. Both adult and young alike began an odd fluttering motion in their throats (which you’ll be able to see better in the video below). The biologist said it was to regulate heat, similar to the panting of a dog. (I chose this shot partly because of the slightly comical look of a head-on gannet)

Banking for a landing

Banking for a landing

Landings are often problematic, as the runway consists of your friends and neighbours.

Landings are often problematic, as the runway inevitably consists of your friends and neighbours.



The kittiwake is migratory, returning to cliff-side breeding grounds from mid-May to mid-June.  The nest is a compacted mass of mud, grass and feathers. During the winter the species is pelagic (meaning they live entirely on the sea surface or in the air — they come to land only to breed). A kittiwake diet consists predominantly of marine invertebrates (e.g. squid and shrimps) and fish. It breeds in very large colonies with neighbouring nests usually spaced evenly 30-60 cm apart. Pairs are generally monogamous. (From Encyclopedia of Life.)

Kittiwake with two chicks. Note the unfertilized egg. This late in the season, according to the biologist there, it is unlikely that the egg wil atch.

Kittiwake with two chicks. Note the unfertilized egg to the left. This late in the season, according to the biologist at Cape St. Mary, it is unlikely that the egg will hatch.

Common Murre

The Common Murre or Common Guillemot (Uria aalge) is a large auk. It has a circumpolar distribution, and spends most of its time at sea, only coming to land to breed on rocky cliff shores or islands.

Common Murres have fast direct flight but are not very agile. They are more manoeuvrable underwater, typically diving to depths of 30–60 m (100–200 ft), and depths of up to 180 m (600 ft) have been recorded.

Common Murres breed in colonies at high densities, nesting pairs may be in bodily contact with their neighbours. They make no nest, their single egg is incubated on a bare rock ledge on a cliff face. Eggs hatch after ~30 days incubation.  Some 20 days after hatching the chick leaves its nesting ledge and heads for the sea, unable to fly, but gliding for some distance with fluttering wings, accompanied by its male parent. Chicks are capable of diving as soon as they hit the water. The female stays at the nest site for some 14 days after the chick has left. (From Wikipedia)

Note the mouth colouring

Note the mouth colouring

It's difficult to spot the Common Murre chicks since they always seem to be surrounded and hidden by adults. But you can spot one here.

It’s difficult to spot the Common Murre chicks since they often seem to be surrounded and hidden by adults. But you can pick out that well-protected one here.

A close-up view of the same image.

A close-up view of the same image.

Gannets rule the roost, but the cliffs are also home to kittiwakes and common murres.

Gannets rule the roost, but the cliffs are also home to kittiwakes and common murres, relegated to the lower ledges.




The Birds of Cape St. Mary


A traveller’s impressions

Newfoundland and Labrador is a vast, surprisingly empty territory where nature still rules: humans know their place, and have found it here, generally huddled along the shores of  protected coves and harbours, in full respect of the forces of the sea and wind and storm.  Apart from a few cities and  settlements, the interior is almost uninhabited. (On the 150-kilometer drive from St. John’s to Cape St. Mary after leaving the Trans Canada Highway, I encountered 8 cars.)

Their history is a mixture of hope and tragedy, and like all those who live, uncoddled and  close to the edge, neighbours are used to helping each other out, looking after one another. It’s in their culture and has been integral to their survival.  They call everyone — even a complete stranger like me — “love” and “my darling”, and they do it with no irony whatsoever.

Newfoundlanders sing about their land.  They sing about the sea. They sing about their history. They sing about good times and hardships. They sing unabashedly. Their music is infectious, emotional, heartfelt and everywhere.

I’ve yet to hear anyone sing a song about Ottawa.

One night at the place I was staying in Gros Morne, a band from Ottawa happened to be playing in the lounge. The sparse audience kept shouting out for Newfoundland tunes, but the band didn’t know any. I doubt they will be invited back. Meanwhile, down the road, a another — local — band was keeping them all toe tapping, delivering to a packed audience exactly what they wanted at ear-splitting volume: good old Newfoundland music and questionable jokes.

Even on the ferry back to the mainland, a young woman with golden hair and a golden voice entertained us well into the evening (’twas a 16-hour overnight crossing), with many of the old timers belting out the tunes with her — a few with a little moisture forming in the corners of their eyes. They were, after all, leaving The Rock.

As was I. I splurged for a cabin and as the ferry yawed me gently to sleep I swear the engines deep down below thrummed softly with a celtic lilt.

Perhaps t’was just a dream.  I awoke within sight of the mainland.


Every journey ends with a single step

I’ve had a blast doing this traveller’s blog. Sometimes, huddled over the portable of an evening, I would imagine how, in days gone by,  many a traveller would end the day by dipping quill into ink and scratching a few lines to a dog-eared journal before snuffing out the candle.  The only difference here is the application of a slight tech upgrade to this age-old tradition.   I hope, gentle reader, that you have enjoyed the ride and perhaps next time I venture forth, we’ll do it all again.

– jd



  1. Been real John – on this journey with you. Gerry says he has your guitar sorted. We’re in Bath!! (yikes) Will call you once you’ve had a chance to land. I remember a long ago trip to Newfoundland – 1968 on my first trip to Europe.
    C xx

    • Thanks Cheryl. I was thinking that Gerry, with his vast knowledge of birds, might have enjoyed some of this!

  2. Your photos are simply the best I’ve ever seen. National Geographic move over, JD has arrived! I know your skill represents years of joyful effort, but WOW! PS talk to Jaanki about the birding trip she is applying for this winter in Columbia. Maybe you can also apply and enjoy a working bird holiday.

    • ¡Muchas graçias!
      And we’ll see you and Ross very soon!

  3. You are not only a gifted photographer but a wonderful raconteur of your uplifting adventures. Look forward to the next one.

    • Thanks Gary. Glad you enjoyed!

  4. Oh my Dear: Thank you so much for the memories, sights, sounds and smells of the Island. I wish I had been on the water with you…but really I was.
    Mary M

    • My pleasure!


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