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Man, I am starting to wonder whether bird strikes are like that old saw about pilots of retractables landing gear-up. . . "there are those that have, and those that will." Yesterday was a really beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest, sunny and clear, and I flew to Newport, OR just for fun. On the way back I cruised the coastline back north, and decided to drop in to Nehalem Bay State Airport (3S7) in Manzanita, OR. As I descended from a left base entry and turned onto final for Rwy 33, over the water, what do I see but two large marine birds flapping around just above and ahead? Where are they going? Why are they flapping? Are they going up? Or going down? (This is sounding a lot like P.D. Eastman's "Go Dog, Go", my favorite book as a child and one my long-suffering mother read to me many, many times....)
Well, they just swirled around and did not seem to have any specific course in mind, or altitude, and so in the end I just went ahead and made the approach. But one of those birds ended up d***ed close overhead as I went past, and I still don't know what the best course of action would have been.
The landing was fine. Nehalem Bay is a nice little strip with beach access, camping on the field (there was a couple camping there with a sweet looking high-wing job, looked like an old Stinson), and I enjoyed the stop. But I am still a bit bothered about those birds, and about not having any clear way to avoid them, other than - I guess - to have broken off the approach and hoped they were gone next time around.
Well, they just swirled around and did not seem to have any specific course in mind, or altitude, and so in the end I just went ahead and made the approach. But one of those birds ended up d***ed close overhead as I went past, and I still don't know what the best course of action would have been.
The landing was fine. Nehalem Bay is a nice little strip with beach access, camping on the field (there was a couple camping there with a sweet looking high-wing job, looked like an old Stinson), and I enjoyed the stop. But I am still a bit bothered about those birds, and about not having any clear way to avoid them, other than - I guess - to have broken off the approach and hoped they were gone next time around.