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Brennan Mulrooney

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Crossing the equator in Kenya

Hiking in our local hills

My first legitimately large catch

Distracted by a bird in Venezuela

Supporting our local NWSL team, San Diego Wave FC

My fascination with nature began early in my childhood. And while the focus of my adult life has been the study of the avian world, it was the inhabitants of the oceans that first captured my imagination as a child. When I was in elementary school, my mother worked as an educator at Scripps Aquarium in La Jolla, California. She kept a small tank full of tidepool creatures in our garage, and she would take the sea urchins, limpets, sea stars, and sea cucumbers to the local schools to conduct outreach programs. During the summer, I would go to work with her and lurk in the aquarium, listening to parents describing the animals in the tanks to their children, just waiting for an opportunity to butt in with a correction or some further bit of information. How charming!

 

As I got older, I was incredibly fortunate to have had the opportunity to accompany my uncle and grandfather on countless fishing trips off the coast of Southern California and Baja California. My first “job” was as the deckhand on their yacht. It was then that I developed a passion for fishing that would become an obsession that lasted all the way to college. The pursuit of open ocean fish like swordfish, marlin, and tuna involved hours of scanning the ocean’s surface with binoculars, searching for the subtle signs of life below. One of the more obvious signs of a school of fish was the presence and behavior of birds. From shearwaters and storm-petrels to gulls and terns, I slowly started to take note of the wide variety of birds that could be found well away from shore, and how their behavior was a giant clue to what was happening unseen below the ocean’s surface. I was also fascinated to find that tiny little landbirds would find their way to our boat as we fished many miles offshore. At the time, I had no idea about the magical phenomenon of migration that I was witnessing. I clearly remember my first ever Wilson’s Warbler flying down into the galley of our boat to get a drink of fresh water from our sink!



After high school, I left San Diego and headed off to UC Davis in Northern California where I studied Wildlife and Fisheries Biology. My goal was to spend the rest of my life studying and trying to save populations of the open ocean fish I had spent my childhood trying to catch! All was going as planned until my senior year when, on a lark (sorry), I took an ornithology class. While I thought that I had a pretty good handle on what kinds of birds could be found in California, in reality I was only aware of maybe 10% of what was around me, and I definitely didn’t know the proper names for most of them! Slowly at first, and then in a frantic rush, my focus shifted entirely. Suddenly I was no longer able to sleep past dawn, wondering what birds might be lurking in the bushes outside, or in the fields on the edge of town, or on the wildlife refuges a short drive away. All the energy and enthusiasm I had for the ocean and fishing had now been redirected at the much more accessible avian world around me. I stopped riding my bike to class so that I could always have my hands free for my binoculars. I volunteered for Christmas Bird Counts and Audubon field trips, and, most important, I started thinking about how to translate my new obsession into a career.

 

My first big break came while working at an internship studying the watershed of the Mokelumne River outside of Lodi, California. One day while doing a roadside raptor census, I found a little bird that I just couldn’t put a name on. It was the size and shape of a warbler, but the color and pattern reminded me of a Bewick’s Wren. I took a whole page of notes on its appearance and behavior and raced back to the office where I could look it up in our field guides. It was a Palm Warbler, a bird I had never even heard of! I contacted the local Audubon president, and I faxed my page of notes to him. He was convinced and told me it was only the third record for the county. Unfortunately, it was on private property, so I was the only birder to see it. From then on, I kept in close contact with him and a few other local birders who showed me where the good riparian strips and sewage ponds around the county were, where other rarities were sometimes found. Using my newfound birder community as references, I was able to land my first real birding job: an entire year of studying the birds of the Salton Sea for the Point Reyes Bird Observatory.

 

From this point on, birds were my life. I found field work in Northern and Southern California; I spent two fall seasons working for the legendary Cape May Bird Observatory (where I met Brynne, my wife); and I spent over 5 years in the Florida Keys working for Audubon of Florida studying migrant songbirds in the keys’ hardwood hammocks and nesting population Roseate Spoonbills on the mangrove islands of Florida Bay. One day in 2003, returning from a day on Florida Bay, I checked my email to find a message from Victor Emanuel. He said that Barry Zimmer had mentioned my name as someone who might be able to help lead a few VENT tours that year. Well, my mind was blown! Of course, I had heard of VENT, and I even had the chance to meet Victor and Barry once or twice when they passed through San Diego while on tour, but I was totally stunned that they thought enough of me to give me a chance to lead tours. Well, 22 years later, I’m still at it. Brynne and I now have two children and a home in Santee, California. Declan is 17 and already an accomplished classical guitarist. Saoirse is 14 and plays piano and soccer with equal vigor.

 

Leading VENT tours over the last 20 years has been a totally amazing experience. So many memories of awe-inspiring scenery, fantastic birds, delicious food, and wonderful people. I’m so thankful to Victor for giving a kid a chance to follow his passion. I hope to create many new memories soon!