Birds don’t seem to recognize political borders.

Some might call that uncivilized, but I find it endearing that a migrating bird doesn’t know – or care – if it’s about to land in Utah, Ohio, Mexico, or Canada. As long as the habitat is suitable and the time is right, the bird will land, and hopefully be spotted by an observant birder. 

With that in mind, this year we’re going to explore, in this column, some national parks beyond the confines of the United States’ borders. Our first journey will head slightly north and mostly east from Acadia National Park, the easternmost park of the United States. This will take us to some of the gems of Parks Canada, the agency tasked with the administration and protection of Canada’s national parks, national historic sites, and National Marine Conservation Areas.  Some of the continent’s finest birding is waiting for us in the Atlantic provinces of New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and Newfoundland and Labrador.

Our journey begins with a five-hour drive east-northeast from Acadia. There, right along the Atlantic migration flyway is New Brunswick’s Fundy National Park. The park takes its name from the Bay of Fundy, famous for some of the highest tides in the world. But Fundy National Park is about much more than just the bay, though the daily tides certainly influence much of the ecology of the region, even far inland.

The forests of Fundy are unique along the Atlantic coast, being more akin to the temperate rainforests of the Pacific Northwest than anything else in the east. In summer months, the cold waters of the bay surging in and out with the tides lead to frequent heavy fog. Water drips from the trees, even on sunny summer mornings.

Usnea, also known as Old Man's Beard, is great for nests and fungal infections. Kirby Adams photo.

Thanks to this moisture, the forest is a lush mixture of conifers, deciduous trees, beds of moss and ferns, and epiphytic lichens.  Here is a spot to watch and wait for warblers.

You may recall our celebration of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore winning the US warbler competition with 23 nesting species. Fundy National Parks bests that number with 26 warblers.  Settle down in a grove of spruce and watch the Black-throated Green Warblers tugging at the Usnea lichens that goes by the more charming common name of Old Man’s Beard.

The warblers incorporate the tough lichens into their nests, so the activity around well-adorned spruce boughs in June can be intense. The forest can be so thick with birds scouting out mates and spots to nest, an old man with a beard may just become a nesting site himself! Usnea has been used medicinally by humans as an antibiotic and anti-fungal remedy for centuries. I often wonder if the birds benefit likewise from constantly gnawing on the stuff. It seems like a wonderful convenience to have the walls of your home constructed of palatable, nutritious, and therapeutic lichens.

Along with the warblers, many birds known as common winter residents in the United States can be found nesting for the summer in Fundy. Dark-eyed Juncos, both Red and White-winged Crossbills, and Pine Siskins may be “snowbirds” to most of us, but they’re the boys (and girls) of summer in much of Canada.

Just a bit further inland from the coastal fog forests are extensive bogs, excellent for boreal species. Boreal Chickadees and Spruce Grouse might reward the patient searcher in these highlands, not to mention the occasional moose. 

Kayaking in Fundy National Park allows you to get closeups of birds, including bald eagles. Photo by Kirby Adams.

While all of that makes for wonderful birding, it’s frankly not a whole lot different than the experience one might get in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula or Northern Minnesota. 

Where Fundy National Park truly distinguishes itself is, of course, on the Bay of Fundy with its famous (or infamous, if you aren’t paying attention) tides.  In some areas along the shoreline, the tide can rise or fall by as much as 30 feet every six hours. At that rate, the water is rising at about an inch per minute when the tide is coming in. I speak from experience that when scanning for seabirds from a rock on the beach at low tide, being distracted with the view through your binoculars for ten or fifteen minutes can result in a knee-deep slog back to dry land across what had been a beach moments before.

Presuming you keep tidal safety in mind, the view from the beaches is spectacular. Rafts of Common Eiders, a true saltwater duck, are common just offshore. I even managed to have some eiders float past me on the Point Wolfe River, several hundred yards from the ocean, as the tide rolled out. Of course, just a couple hours earlier, this part of the river had been essentially a bay with the gravel bar I was perched upon fifteen feet under water. That doesn’t happen in Michigan!

Gulls and terns are plentiful, as would be expected. And during spring and fall migration, the mudflats exposed at low tides are a favorite of travelling shorebirds like sandpipers and plovers.

For an intimate look at some of the seabirds and denizens of the coast, a kayak trip is just what the birding doctor ordered. The good folks at Fresh Air Adventure in Alma, New Brunswick offer guided sea kayak trips along the park’s shoreline. This is the best way to spot some of the off-shore rookeries of cormorants and gulls, as well as Bald Eagles and Peregrine Falcons perched on trees above sea caves.

Our kayak guide discussed the burgeoning population of both the eagles and falcons, citing the banning of DDT and a similar story to that of the raptors in the United States. Peregrine Falcons had been extirpated from the Fundy area when the park was christened in 1948, but have since been reintroduced and are flourishing.

 We were joined on our kayak trip by a couple from France, who, although they understood English fairly well, were thrilled that the guide repeated most of our discussion en Francais.

Launching kayaks in the Bay of Fundy. Kirby Adams photo.

That doesn’t happen in Michigan either!

Fundy National Park is a birding destination well worth a crossing of the border. And should you forget where you wake up at dawn in your tent or cabin, you need only listen to the numerous White-throated Sparrows that begin their songs before even the first hint of light.

As any seasoned birder will tell you, their song is “Oh, sweet Canada, Canada, Canada!”