A duck with a punk look showed up in Duluth about a week ago.
It was a Tufted Duck, a rare visitor in this part of the world. The bird is known by a crest of feathers hanging down the back of its head. It's the Eurasian counterpart of our Ring-necked duck.
Birders have been making the trip north to see it. It's often swimming in the Duluth ship canal.
I didn't go. I've seen that species twice, once on Attu, at the far end of Alaska's Aleutian island chain, and again at a golf course in Scottsdale, Arizona. (How strange is that?)
In 1996 my friend Mike and I went to Alaska to see birds. Highlight of the trip was a planned one-week visit to Attu in late May. It normally was a two-week trip costing $5,000.
We signed on for a one-week special, $2,000 plus a half-day of work each day. We were to help clean and prep the place for the big spenders. We had half days to bird.
Attu once had a Coast Guard station that maintained air traffic signals (it eventually was decommissioned, replaced by high-tech). There was a new station when we were there, shiny and bright. The old station was mostly decaying cement. Guess where birders bunked.
Water dripped from cement stalactites hanging from the ceiling. Water puddled on the cement floor. The cavernous cement room in which we — about two dozen of us — slept was an echo chamber. The snoring was bad.