The bird they no longer expected

At the time of their discovery, these Algerian cousins were thought to be Ice Age relicts, with a population numbered in the dozens. But scientists now suspect that there might be as many as a thousand nesting pairs spread over six different sites, with the sixth identified—by Karim himself—as recently as 2018.

This sounds like good news until you consider that the six sites, though reasonably close to each other, are separated by miles of treeless habitat.

Algerian nuthatches prefer old forests, Karim says, where they can prospect for insects and build their nests in woodpecker holes. And such places are particularly susceptible to damage by logging, woodcutting, livestock grazing, road-building, and fire.


In fact, Karim has just pointed out two tell-tale signs of habitat degradation. The first is an unusual scarcity of the green undergrowth that would be typical of a healthy forest, despite recent rains. 

And the second is a lack of shed branches, combined with a dearth of low-growing branches in general. These, it turns out, have all been harvested—either for firewood or animal feed.

But the Algerian nuthatch is a resilient bird. Over the past five years, Karim does not feel that their numbers have plummeted. 

True, they are classified as endangered and rank relatively high on the global scale of birding difficulty, but once you enter their home forests, they are reliable entertainers.

Sure enough, there’s one now—a female, with a blue-grey back and rusty-orange breast, close enough to identify with the naked eye.


It hops briefly out of sight, behind the oak trunk, then walks obligingly along a branch, probing the creviced bark with its strong, straight beak. Soon a male joins the festivities, flitting from tree to tree as we crane our necks upward and try to focus our camera lenses. 

To my ears, the male’s call sounds more urgent and raucous than the familiar nasal crank of North America’s red-breasted nuthatch. There’s a bit more volume, and a trace of washboard too.

Considering the boldness of this performance, I don’t know how to explain why a detailed description of an Algerian nuthatch did not arrive until the same year as a photograph from the surface of Mars. 

Local people must have been noticing it—and admiring it—for millennia. Karim reports that he has not heard of a word in Tamazight (a Berber language) for nuthatch, although one elderly man told him that its old name translates as “blue treecreeper,” a tantalizingly apt moniker. 

Colonial observers might have dismissed it as one of the European nuthatches and therefore unworthy of further scrutiny. Or perhaps its habitat had already been diminished and fragmented by the time French forces temporarily subdued Kabylia in 1857.


These mountains have a complicated and violent history, even by Algerian standards. Kabyles led an unsuccessful insurrection against France in 1871.

After independence, in 1962, the landscape continued to inspire a range of activists, secessionists, and counter-counterrevolutionaries. 

The civil war of the 1990s killed an estimated 150,000 people nationwide and left countless scars on daily life, ranging from the authoritarian suppression of dissent to an enduring ban on binoculars. 

Though born in nearby Constantine, Karim was studying in Ukraine during “the Black Years,” earning a PhD in food technologies in 1998. 

He returned to Algeria with his wife and three daughters in 2010 and began guiding birders in 2017, a year after Tamazight was recognized as an official language, alongside Arabic, by constitutional resolution. 


His original client was Peter Kaestner, the former U.S. foreign service officer who recently became the first person to log 10,000 different species of birds. 

In the years since, Karim has shown the nuthatch to about 170 people, of whom Sarah is only the second woman.

Peter told me that, when he was here, there were many security checkpoints on the way from Constantine to the forest. Early in 2017, ISIS claimed responsibility for a failed suicide bombing at a Constantine police station, while a branch of Al Qaeda was continuing its attacks on government forces.

“I don’t recall now if there were 10, 15, or 20,” he wrote. “But there were a lot and Karim was essential to pass them.”


Seven years later, however, we have encountered no checkpoints at all. Widespread peaceful protests in 2019—dubbed “the Revolution of Smiles”—diminished during the onset of the pandemic then crumbled under lockdown and have not resumed.

Algerian nuthatches are assumed to be resident birds, without the migratory instinct of swifts or swans or humans.  

What Karim would like to know is whether they are willing to move among the six known sites, which overlie Kabylia like six irregular islands. 

If they were capable of such flights, then the status of the entire population would feel much less precarious. 

With the help of miniaturized GPS transmitters, it would be a simple thing to find out. All he needs is the proper funding and support, Inshallah.


On our way back down the hill, I allow my eyes to wander. The sun is warm now, and our footsteps frighten several Algerian sand lizards, which scrabble noisily away. 

Among the dry leaves, we find a few bright, early blossoms, relatives of the buttercup, crocus, and daisy.

We are satisfied with the day, though the nuthatches seem disinclined to relinquish our attention. A lone bird flies directly across my field of vision and then alights on a horizontal branch. 

Fifteen minutes later, another repeats this manoeuvre. I laugh aloud, like a child pointing at a carnival, but Sarah and Karim are already looking in another direction.

This Author 

Peter W. Fong is a journalist and author. HIs work has appeared in High Country News, The San Francisco Chronicle, and the New York Times Sophisticated Traveler. His most recent book, Rowing to Baikal, is an account of a thousand-mile journey by horse, camel, kayak, and rowboat.


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