21st Annual San

Francisco Bay

Flyway FEstival

Dear Friend and Fan of the Flyway Festival:
Each fall for 21 years, it has been my duty to take some time to reflect and write an invitation, and as the years have collected, an inspiration, for you to join us at our annual migration celebration. I wrote to you in November with best intentions to post them “early”, but as usual, I’ve savored my words till now.
I awaken in the Preserve’s new yurt camp to the insistent call of a fog horn coupled with a red shafted flicker hopping and flying near and calling in its own distinct voice as a red-shouldered hawk also insistently calls, maybe even louder than the others combined. The tule fog hangs low on the land. On the trek to the bathroom, I notice that the world around me is a sea of spider webs–wetted by the fog, they glow. What was a coast live oak, is now much more. It is a loom on which to weave ten thousand webs. The chain link fence separating Navy’s land from our wildlands park, is a perfect spider web framework. Even the picnic tabletop is joined to its bench with the invisible made visible this dampened morning. And, now just a few pacific chorus frogs raise their voices in calls one to another from various triangulations from the yurt. Over it all, is the fog horn and like the frogs, others call in the distance, as a fast moving train calls too, as it passes through Crockett across the Carquinez Strait. A cacophony of insistent sounds of morning wildness and warning. Yet, I feel safe and calm. Deeply, and as dense as the fog lying low, safe and at peace. That is the nature of nature. All is still. The coast live oaks sweep to touch the old tennis court outside my open door. Branches unmoving, glowing green in the muted light.
I intended to stay the night for this purpose. To awaken to the subtly of this mysterious and magic land. So that I might commune with it, cherish its beauty and give it voice. For it is once again that season when like the fog horns and trains and calls and tweets and twits of wild visitors, the Flyway Festival calls to me more and more insistently. Our annual gathering at the peak of migration when we celebrate together the vibrance of our Bay teaming with migrants from the north and from the south, reminds us of how we are inspired by the opportunities the Flyway Festival gives us to discover for ourselves a little of this mysterious journeying. click to continue


Wildly human: nature’s way

Join us for our 21st annual celebration of the migration through San Francisco Bay of more than 1 million shorebirds and hundreds of thousands of ducks, geese, hawks and other wildlife at the peak of migration. February 10-12, 2017



We’re excited to feature a presentation from Alaska’s Yukon Flats National Wildlife Refuge: Feeding the Flyways, Sustaining the Residents  
Sat Feb 11 and 
Sun Feb 12 
1:00-2:00 pm 
Wildlife Expo 
on Mare Island

Please make your donation to the Flyway Festival payable to:

Mare Island Heritage Trust

816 Branciforte St.

Vallejo, CA 94590

Click on the Donate button above or give at the Flyway Festival Wildlife Expo

Photos above and right: Bill George, red-tailed hawk landing on lightning rod, CA scrub jay on pepper tree, red-shouldered hawk on lightning rod, spider web – all at Mare Island Preserve. Photos: upper left and top right: Yukon Flats National Wildlife Refuge. Photo lower right: pacific chorus frog in Mare Island Preserve: Myrna Hayes