By Pete Stevens
A birding trip to Mindanao. How it went I’ll
tell you now.
First, the punters on this jolly, the ones that forked out
all the lolly.
Starting with the family Stevens, then, of course, there were
Their mate Al was there as well, ‘Hoots Mon the noo
Jock, who’s ya pal?’
To lead this band you couldn’t wish a better man than
old Tim Fisher.
Local birder of renown, some twenty years he’s been
With tape and microphone in hand, he is the best one in the
And so to start this epic thriller, we got
together in Manila.
0500 was the flight, I bet we looked a sorry sight.
Too much beer, an aching head, and only just 3 hours in bed.
Still, up we got (I’m not sure how), and off we flew
Cagayan d’Oro the first stop, just an hour or so’s
Where a waiting van we had, to drive us all to Kitanglad.
But Tim knew that we couldn’t last, without a stop to
break our fast,
To a hotel is where we’re heading, just in time to see
Then we’re off! A four hour drive;
a chicken farm we did arrive.
Then there was a 2 hour hike (I really wished I’d brought
But it could be worse, of course, the bags were carried up
And at the top, which had been built on, a wooden shed, the
Out we went, without delay, “Let’s
tick the eagle off today”
Not even time to get a book out, we’re heading off to
find the lookout.
And once there, at Tim's behest, we found a young one on the
Ecstatic noises could be heard, like “Oooh” and
“Ahhh” and “What a bird!”
Then most silent we did keep, while Tim lay down and had a
Day One over, t’was great fun, now
let’s go and drink the rum.
But what’s this? Will Tim we throttle? We could only
find one bottle.
“Don’t panic lads, I’ve thought this through,
we have another one or two”.
“One or two?” We said with sorrow, “What
we gonna drink tomorrow?”
So, to get him from this fix, Tim sent out for bottles six.
And, because he was so frisky, Mike dug out his Scottish Whisky.
“What time tomorrow shall we start?”,
said Peggy, with a happy heart.
She was brought up with a start when ML said “At sparrow’s
So breakfast at half four was taken, tea and coffee, eggs
And off we went, but time was tight, it’s already far
“Know tomorrow what we’ll do? We’ll start
at sparrow’s fart, less two”
All day spent on lower bits, with lots of
birds, and several tits.
And after quite an easy hike, we saw McGregor’s Cuckooshrike.
With all the birds I won’t adorn this, except to say
we saw Rhabdornis,
Several fantails and, much better, crippling views of Pygmy
Just when it was time to go we also saw the Coleto.
Lunch was dispatched by the cook out into
the field, the eagle lookout.
There we had a hearty nibble, whilst our leader snored and
Back to camp late afternoon, a shower couldn’t come
Although it never was too pleasin’, ‘cause the
water’s bloody freezin’,
(except for Tim, he can’t be beat, for him the water
they did heat!)
Evening came, we went for broke, who can
drink most rum and coke?
And although it was quite even, the champion was Michael Leven.
Alan said he’d had a worse day, but not a bad place
for a birthday.
Better even than at the Bournemouth, ‘cause he’d
seen the Philly Frogmouth.
(sorry about that!)
And, before you call the Cops, I’d better mention Giant
Almost nightly did it call, but could we see it? Not at all!
We couldn’t get it on the list, one of very few we missed.
Nightjars we had in abundance, but with the Woodcock had just
of good views. Quite a highlight, flying by lit by the spotlight.
The next morning, true to word, we got up
at time absurd.
Mike said that it wouldn’t hurt me to get up around
At 4’o’clock we went owling, by 4.30 we were prowling
In the dark, through soggy grass, very nearly on my arse.
Then, at dawn, there’s not much finer than to see an
But if you think that one a ‘wisher’, you should
see Hombron’s Kingfisher!
I thought Peggy off her head – back in camp, still in
Up and up, right to the top. It must soon
be time to stop!
Then, half way up, a sight to thrill all, an adult Eagle with
What a sight. Too good to miss (Pete had gone off for a p**s!)
Then we hunted for just one bird, Apo Sunbird, not seen or
But, when it made its normal sound, it wasn’t long before
But Mike was after a Red Herrin’, something
called a Mountain Serrin.
Up he went, o’er hill and dale, on return he was quite
But of the bird there was no sight. The rest of us thought
that he might
(have saved his breath.)
In little brown jobs Mike’s a dabbler,
but we didn’t see Bagobo Babbler!
Despite Tim’s very best endeavours, we didn’t
even find the feathers!
Hour on hour spent on arses, senses tense, hands on glasses.
And when it seemed the time was best, we then disturbed a
Stung and stung (and stung again) I really don’t remember
I’d seen Tim Fisher move so fast, like a rocket up his
Final day at Kitanglad, the birding hadn’t
been too bad.
P.A. and I went on a trip but on Apo Myna she did dip.
And again, sorry to say, we had no kingfisher that day.
But my report made others flinch for I had seen the Parrotfinch.
As for Tim, in camp he stayed, a stomach bug, so down he laid.
It isn’t that he wasn’t fit, just had an urgent
need to s**t.
Later, when back on his feet, he saw a flock of Lorikeet.
Back at eight (daren’t be late) for
with Picop had a date.
Walked back down into town, lots of sweat but not a frown.
Load the bus (what a fuss), then off we went, all of us.
A long, long hot 10 hour day, with just a
quick stop on the way,
Not a road I’d like to drive, and then at Bislig late
The Paper Country Inn we stayed, and hit the bar without delay.
Despite the thirst and rum a plenty, we were to get up at
So off to bed with no contrition, (for the rooms were airconditioned)
When we awoke, oh what a pain, it was pouring down with rain.
But Mike Leven was in Heaven, so off we went at 4.07.
Its 5’o’ clock at Picop’s
junction, all finding it quite hard to function,
Still raining hard so we took shelter, under a hut, all helter
Not too long had we to wait before the rain it did abate,
Neither did we have to go far, to see and hear the Long-Eared
A mournful calling was then heard. ‘Ah ha’ said
Tim, ‘I know that bird’
‘Where’s the tape? I do recall, that is the call
of a Coucal’
And he was right! Oh what a sight, two Black-Faced ones, just
there, in flight.
And, just as we had had our fill, across the road –
two Writhed Hornbill.
What a start! What a day! And off we went
along the way.
“You know?” said Al “There’s no’
much better than now to see a sexy Pitta”.
Red-Breasted calling, quite a near bird.
“Right” said Pete, “Then that’s the
Into the forest we did go, just like those
Dwarves, ‘Hi ho, hi ho’.
We settled down and played the call; with bated breath, one
Then out it hopped into the light. In all the world there’s
not a sight
So wonderful; so full of red. I thought that I might drop
For Alan, though, it was much worse. In Pitta terms this was
For me and him it was quite clear – lets bugger off
and get that beer!
I thought Peggy might get shirty, as it was only just 9.30.
But, you know, she was just fine, she looked at me and said
During lunch, just bye the bye, we saw a
Little Slaty Fly,
And a Rufous Paradise, a lovely bird, so very nice.
But then a bird to flip the stomach, fantastic sight! Celestial
Its call so clear and so distinct. Just think they thought
it once extinct.
Tim said ‘Oh, and by the way, that’s the best
bird of the day’
‘Its beats, but only by a smidgin, Pink Bellied Imperial
‘Oh’ I thought ‘ The one that I love is
the Yellow Breasted Fruit Dove’
Not to mention Guaiabero. But you know Tim, he’s such
Then of course, there were the funbirds,
breaky-necky bloody Sunbirds!
They are only slightly better, than those tiny Flowerpeckers.
And I really shouldn’t go on, without a mention of the
And I thought it so absurd to twitch a boring Tailorbird.
Was I wrong? Bloody right – Black-Headed Tailor –
Friday was another long one, very hot and
sometimes no fun,
Spirits up we tried to keep, tho’ seemed the birds had
gone to sleep.
Back up to Picop ‘ere first light, then in the evening
to the sight
Of Bislig’s airport, for a prowl and a good view of
the Grass Owl
(and because we were in luck – several views of Philly
As I said, the day was hot, but didn’t
say that it was not
Without good birds. For so to say would be absurd
On the day that leader Fisher got us all Silv’ry Kingfisher.
A lovely bird, and right on cue, onto a log, straight in it
Black, blue and white, so very sweet, with such crimson legs
I don’t want to sound too flip, but ‘twas the
best bird of the trip.
Saturday, because he can, Tim took us up
Up logging roads, thru’ pouring rain, I thought the
Tim didn’t seem to give a f***, not even when we all
Out jumped Mike and off he went, watching birds his sole intent
Completely unaware that Liz was getting into quite a tizz.
She was ready him to slaughter, ‘cause she carried all
[Alan, on the other hand, had an even better
Peggy took his up the slope (the wee man is nae such a dope)
Then, once drunk and so much lighter, he brought it down,
the crafty blighter!]
Up we went, along the trail (did I mention
Through bits of forest still quite regal, when suddenly up
pops an Eagle
(Philippine that is).
Tim’s excited (not quite in tears), he’s not seen
one up there in years.
On and up, right to the top, and once there to ground we flop,
For we hope to see the one bird that we’ve come for
– Lina’s Sunbird.
That’s not very hard to do, for right in front of us
Then back down to have a fling at calling
out the new Shortwing.
That don’t work so off we hop for a bash at old Picop.
Where, as the light begins to fail, we caught sight of a Barred
Back to camp, our gear to pack, for tomorrow we head back.
A lie in? Oh please, sheer Heaven. S**t! Up at three to do
So it dawned, on the last day, at 0’Christ
Hundred we’re away,
Off to catch a p.m. flight, with a driver none too bright.
I thought Mike would kill him when, he drove straight past
a Plain Bushen.
Along the road we did stop for Serpent Eagle (lots of spots),
A Treron Pompadora too, plus a Violet Cuckoo.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet, lots of Scarlet
And another for the trip ticks, several Hornbills, Tarictic
Another bird we shouldn’t miss, Orthotomus frontalis!
And so finally, by gum, Javan Pond Heron at Tagum.
So that brings me to the end of this tale
of birds, and of friends.
A great time was had by all, too many laughs here to recall.
Ups and downs, as in life, but never any words of strife.
And, if all things go to plan, we’ll meet again in Palawan!
Just one last thing to relate – total
list was 1,5,8.