As I scroll ,daily, through the profoundly detailed images and exquisite moments photographed by my friends in Alberta Birds, I feel modesty take hold while I peruse my own captures of the week. However, for my own enjoyment, I’m going to contain some of my own favourite bird memories in this single post, so that I don’t lose sight of the wonderful visual memories of this past week. Since Venting! Again! neither sparrows nor flickers have settled in. Honestly, I have not seen a single appearance of either. What??
So…I’ve focused my attentions to my little place at the Bow River and also, a stop at the Frank’s Flats to see who has come to town after a horrendous amount of development along the Southwest Ring Road/Stoney Trail.
Monday April 30, 2018
The spectacular thing about Monday was watching the mating rituals of two lovely geese in a quiet wetlands spot down near the river. Dipping their heads and long necks into the water over and over again, the movements looked like a ballet, when finally Mr. mounted Mrs., her head fully submerging into the water and bearing his full weight on her back. Once finished, only moments later, they continued in a choreographed ritual of arching and extending necks, until finally they swam to the shore where they continued preening like a couple of lovesick mates.
Tuesday May 1, 2018
A year of watching Bald Eagles and their behaviours from a distance…learning all of the time.
Wednesday May 2, 2018
Song Sparrow doing the splits and filling the world with a lovely song.
Northern Flicker at Bow River’s edge.
Thursday May 3, 2018
I saw my grandson and my daughter. I am so blessed by them. Three nesting couples of Red Necked Grebes are back.
The Red Winged Blackbird males are very visible at both the river and the pond…it’s good to hear their songs again.
This year I’ve especially enjoyed the Song Sparrow’s melodic string of notes…overpowers everything for me.
Female Mallard in a Magpie nest…
Tree Swallows have been very entertaining. Love watching their antics as they weave in and out of the tall trees.
Heavenly observations at many different spots along the river.
Friday May 4, 2018
A late evening walk at the river after a day of exploring space with Grade six students. I live a beautiful life. Sometimes I forget that and think that it is an ordinary life. When I see the archive set down, I feel differently.
Saturday May 5, 2018
A bush that I photographed every day for almost a year…just checking in.
Savannah Sparrow…a different song…just so lovely!
Always looking at these guys…waiting for the females to return. They typically arrive two weeks after the males. This year is so much later than last, as I look at 2017 archives.
Not certain what these are…a type of Merganser yet to be identified.
And the Red Necked Grebes were out on a bit of a flotilla on yesterday! It’s been an awesome week with the birds!
Post Script: No sooner had I finished this post…closed it down…put the memory card back in the camera…got up to start tidying for the day and Max went crazy over the voice of the Northern Flicker! Sure enough, when I stepped up to the kitchen window…there he was! He’s been rat a tat tatting inside the vent ever since.
Reading and then meeting Kyo MacLear affirmed, for me, everything that’s been formulating inside me the past several years…about birding, art, nature and life. Many things have formed me into this person who shows up at the Bow River around 10 on a winter’s morning, taking pause above the river and observing wildlife.
My friends and family wonder and ask…mostly not asking anymore, “What are you painting? Why don’t you paint?” and at those questions, I can only sit with who I am and be grateful for the grace of anything and everything that led me to this place where I find myself. As I drove up from the parking spot this morning, I just kept saying, aloud, “I love my life. I love my life.”
I will paint again. But, the truth is…painting was a lot about ego. It was a lot about around-the-clock commitment. It was about trying to balance full time work, raising children and keeping it all together. My stomach sometimes hurt as deadlines for shows approached. I was terrified in front of blank canvases. I couldn’t assert myself with dealers, set boundaries or say what I needed. I didn’t have money to buy those outfits that seem to be required if you are an artist, especially a female artist. Painting had lost its magic and so, when I paint again, it will be profound because it will be for all the right reasons, not for all the wrong reasons.
Doris McCarthy said, “Paint every day.” I think more about her as days go by, without painting, than anyone. She explained how those muscles work. She explained how time also rushes by. Doris was my friend and she gave me a lot of strength. I think about Doris when I know that I will physically paint again.
Now…did the painting really stop? I argue, “No”. I have been intensely researching my next body of work for years now…having painted about 15 panels related to a Covenant series, I then began to connect again with the landscape. It just happened. It happened at the reading of two poems, the first, The Wolf Between the Trees by George Bowering. I used his poem, with permission, embedded in the poem along with a cup full of ash…remains of personal papers I had burned in the studio. This is the painting…
and secondly, a tribute poem written by Paulette Dube for the Caribou. I’m including her words, here. I hope you will read them.
In the new days, magic was on the surface of things, the shine of it all, quick and bright and fast as new rivers.
Now Rivers winds Under Earth, has to be convinced, to play her deep song, entreated , to show herself.
The Celts call these « thin places », where the other side is so close, the veil shivers your arms as you reach through.
The First People travelled (sic) these sacred pieces of earth, to think on things in the presence of Creator.
I know them as mountains. I see them with my spirit eyes, walk them with blood and bone legs. They teach, as clear as bird song or scolding squirrel lesson, bracing as clean water through moss.
This alpine terrain is grey onion paper, thin as ash. Feet must be wide to avoid lace-like flower and moss, spider web and lichen. Be mindful.
The Creator’s ear is earth as we do not see it. Make joyous noise if you want to be herd. Get yourself a song and string from bone to bone, a home of light and wind.
She moves. She feels her calf, inside, taking nourishment from her own bones and teeth. The calf moves (as my son once did) deep in the dreaming place. The cow’s thickening body keeps the Small one warm, keeps him from hunger, keeps her moving.
Born where the dark forest gives way to lake, loon’s perfect call – silver sharp tremolo – traces the surface of this morning sky : clear as mountain water scythes the earth.
Loon calls from the lake face, that voice – shapes my form- coming through the trees.
The land reacts to our presence when we belong
Noise of a sow grizzly and her two cubs. To each a place, to each, a means of prayer and play. To each, the necessary silence.
Sacred whorl of grey and brown, blow open the gate. Allow a wild glimpse of self.
When you descend to leaf litter, feathered legs and all, you are an angel – touching Earth.
The engine that is me, hears the song that is you…
…coming together is a song I cannot bear for long. Satiated by my own irregular rythmes.
Promises shape who we are, what we will become –
His brow is unfurrowed. Streamlined, he walks the wind, easily.
Healing is water over stones, wind over grass, gaits – fearless.
Feral hearts wander – oblivious to fences of human design.
Survival embodies existence but – does not define it.
He moves through sunlight to scrub, deliberate – elemental – muscle.
Hummingbird hears colour – Coyote knows crack in a leaf is direction – Bear walks trail made of wind.
If Humans could once again divine the essential – would we find home ?
A candle in a church is a thing of beauty – a flame in the wilderness is a miracle.
Find something big to pit against – to throw loneliness into – Amid bone, snow and stone – caribou. The precious, the delicate of design – we live here.
Fire and earth – water and air – there is no room for anger.
Memories permit us to speak of things –
our heart tends to in the night.
The resulting painting, upon hearing this poem is posted below. The words to the poem are written into the painting. It was at this punctuation mark in my life, at this painting and the other, that I realized my painting would always be about ‘place’.
So, as an artist, what I’ve been doing ever since is sorting that out….the surface, the paint, collage, text, subject matter. It might take a lifetime to make sense of it. I don’t know. But, in the meantime, I am energized and interested and creative and LOOK! I write!
Everything I’ve been doing, in the sorting, has made for this wondrous life of mine. It’s taken me out into the landscape. It’s caused me to notice more. It’s manufactured poems, paintings, photographs and connected me with videographer, Liam of Beam Media and the photographer, Jack Breakfast.
And this morning, I met Doug Newman. It was after two cups of coffee at home and after two posts about books that I have read that I headed out into the cold with Max man. The roads were bad, so I decided to get us down to a parking lot that edges the Bow River and to explore the first wintry day on the river. There was only one other car in the lot…a man speaking on his telephone. Max and I headed out.
This is what I wrote once back inside the car…and after snapping four photos on my cell phone…and after turning up the heat and settling in with CKUA.
I didn’t bring a camera with me, but hiked the edge of the Bow River this morning. I watched a Bald Eagle fish, its wings, so powerful. Three times, it landed on tree tops to the left of me, by 200 meters. The geese, exhausted and resting, lifted off of the dark water, along with the cacophony of gulls each time the eagle dove toward the water. Two deer swam, gracefully, from this side and shook off like wet dogs, once arriving on the shore across from me. A perfect morning.
From an interview with Kyo MacLear, writer of Birds, Art, Life… this…
While typing that paragraph, I saw the gentleman leave his car, carrying a camera and sporting a huge lens. I watched, discreetly, as he took photographs. I saw him pan as geese took flight. I saw him quietly observe for quite a long time. Finally, as he turned to get back into his vehicle, I rolled down my window and we began to chat.
It turns out that Doug also posts photographs to Alberta Birds. We introduced ourselves to one another and I began to ask him questions about photography, equipment and we shared some of our ‘bird’ moments. It is such a pleasure to discover another birder along the quiet pathways of my every day. It was nice to experience his enthusiasm and his excitement. He opened up his photograph of a goose taking flight and I was in awe of the detail and the strength captured in that single image.
I should be out gardening. I am typically well ahead of the neighbours, but with owwies in the elbow this year, I’m lagging. That doesn’t stop me from feeling fired up, however, as I listen to the sound of the neighbouring trimmers, lawnmowers and the stchhhh stchhhh of their sprinklers.
It’s pretty nice getting outside for long hikes, without the lawn work, I’ve got to say.
Here are today’s birds…all at Frank’s Flats. I continue to hope that the pond on the other side of the chain link fence isn’t drained until the fledge happens. We’ve a lot of nesting water birds at the moment. We have one widowed Goose (female, I think), as well as a widowed Mallard (male). They were hanging out together for quite a bit today. However, as I snapped a photograph, the Mallard flew out of frame.
No smiling at the pond these days! If I smiled, I would eat my weight in bugs. Must be the reason for the excitement on the water. The gulls, laughing in a wild frenzy, are annoying the other birds. The Yellow-headed Blackbirds seem to be pecking away in the huge batch of blooming dandelions.
Giving me the Stare Down!
Black Headed Gull
More than a few…and Noisy!
One of the Male Grebes Having a Float
Overseeing his possibilities.
Female Blackbirds checking out the Men. So many visible, while for weeks, the men were out there doing the soft shoe on the cat tails on their own.
Widowed Two Weeks Ago
This must be my O’ Canada Photograph
Chain Link Fence and Wigeon
Gadwells and Gull
Male Red-Winged Blackbird Giving a Shout
One Photograph was edited today. Guess which one? (Not this one)
I took my camera to my birthday brunch, thinking I would snap some family photographs, but once there, I didn’t really think about taking photographs. So, for today’s post, I won’t have any accompanying images. Well, I can share this one.
She finally broke her brooding silence and was honking away and very active on her nest, after about four weeks of stoic waiting. This could only mean one thing. And, sure enough, before leaving, I witnessed the tiny bobbing heads of some of her offspring. As a result, my own motherly defenses surfaced and I got on the phone as soon as I got home, feeling very powerless and somehow, invested.
First, the Fish Creek Park Conservation Officer (didn’t get his name) returned my call and answered all of my questions, patiently, but also, firmly. I felt huge confidence after he made two things clear to me, 1. it is a criminal offence to mess with nesting birds or wildlife under Provincial jurisdiction and 2. Mother Goose is doing what is natural to her, or she wouldn’t be there. So, after saying good-bye, I decided that I was going to let go of my fears and upset over the potential loss of life and to accept that all is happening as it was/is meant to be.
Second to this interaction, I received a lovely and informative letter via e mail from Alison Anaka, the Environmental Specialist for Enmax, the company that is responsible for the maintenance and establishment of almost twenty platforms around the city. Alison has given me permission to share her information with my readers…communication that might be appreciated by my friends living, here, in the deep south.
I am very happy you were able to speak to one of the CO’s – they are fantastic and we work closely with them when in FCP. I would have liked to call you myself but I didn’t have your number.
I did write an email to you earlier today but hadn’t sent it yet – essentially saying the same thing as the CO – that Canada geese and their nests are federally protected under the Migratory Bird Convention Act, and ENMAX cannot remove or disturb a nest once the eggs are laid. It is unfortunate that our crews were not able to clear the existing nesting structure at Sikome Lake and that a Canada Goose essentially “stole” the nest site away from the osprey, but nests being re-used by other species is a natural and common occurrence.
I can also confirm that ENMAX did consider installing another platform near Sikome Lake, but it is not as easy as it may appear. The current structure is part of an energized line within right-of-ways granted by Alberta Environment (Fish Creek Park) and Alberta Infrastructure. Both of these entities were approached for permission to put an additional platform up in the vicinity of the existing line, however, each required a number of approvals that can take several weeks to obtain. As the osprey are not nesting on an energized structure or in an unsafe location, this was not considered by either entity to be an emergency situation.
As it was more likely that the goslings would hatch and vacate the nest before a new platform could be installed, ENMAX has decided to wait until fall to install the new platform in a more accessible location – so it can be cleared annually. As geese incubate their eggs for 25- 30 days I would expect the goslings to appear any day now. Once hatched and dry the goslings will follow their parents by leaping off the platform to the grass below (they will be ok!!). Once this occurs, if the osprey are not happy with their nesting situation they may return to the platform – still plenty of time to start a nest and lay eggs if they haven’t already. The new platform will be in place (and goose-free) for their return in spring 2018.
If you are interested, I can provide links to some videos which document geese adopting osprey nests and newly hatched goslings leaping from trees and platforms to join their parents on the ground. Nature is truly amazing!
If you see any other bird or wildlife issues that you think I or ENMAX should know about, please reach out to us – feel free to call or email me anytime with reports of what you see going on or if you have any other concerns. I appreciate your input, and knowing that you are as concerned about the safety of the birds as I am.
I really appreciate this response. Every year I am learning more about the various programs in our city. I hope that by educating myself, I can contribute more and more to the health of our natural ecosystems.
It is my hope that there will be a few survivors at the platform this season and I’m grateful that the matter or relocation will be handled before our next spring season.
The walk at Sikome revealed a large number of Yellow-headed Blackbirds, Red Winged Blackbirds and two pair of Common Mergansers. Along the roadway, a bunch of lavender coloured wild violets were growing. It was a beautiful morning walk.
Calgary weather has been less than cooperative, this past week, for anyone trying to grab a photograph of birds. Rain and snow and biting wind. What happens with grey skies and water and birds? Everything becomes soft-edged. New birds making their appearances: Yellow-headed Blackbirds, Night Heron, Eared Grebe, several more pairs of Red-necked Grebes, many Red-Winged Blackbirds, Wigeons, many more Redheads, Lesser Scaups and Coots. The pond is alive with activity. The Common Mergansers feel the most regal and demanding of attention.
It amazes me that in a single pond ecosystem, over six years, I’ve learned and experienced so much!
Yesterday, after teaching grade twos for the day, Max and I enjoyed short breaks in the clouds and hope for a blue sky today. At one point, a very cold wind and system blew in, but left just as quickly. I was finally able to get close to a focused image of the Grebe.
But first, the reading of some Eric Carle. We read the lovely book, A Very Tiny Seed…but, I spoke to the students about my memories of A Very Hungry Caterpillar. (same story, really) A book about how one transforms, changes, grows…
I chose to photograph the female goose who has settled into a particularly public place because she was so different, from the back, from the male and looks as though she’s ready to burst! I continue to make efforts to get closer to the Buffleheads, Goldeneyes and Common Mergansers, but they are all camera shy.
It’s spring and the water at Frank’s Flats is only, today, beginning to open up. So, it was no surprise that three couples were there to greet me and Max-man…all three on the same section of open pond; Common Goldeneye male and female, Mallard male and female and Canadian Goose, male and female. I managed to get a few good photographs and had opportunity to watch Mr. and Mrs. goose participate in their courting dance. Quite spectacular, but in some ways, frightening.
First…the Goldeneye twosome.
And next, the geese and their special dance.
The two arrived and did a mirroring activity, scooping the neck down and up, beak into the water and then out, over and over again.
Then, in unison…notice how their beaks are turned toward one another.
Then, as if from no where, this happened!
Mrs. is fully submerged here.
He begins to move on…
And he makes quite a scene about being happy and proud and ‘all that’…
I guess she feels pretty grateful, also.
Rituals at the pond never cease to amaze me. By observation, I learn so much. Last year, one of the nesting geese at Frank’s Flats became widowed and it was so heart breaking to watch. The widow did not stop looking for its mate for over a month and mournfully journeyed the circle of the pond every single evening, returning again and again to their chosen nest site.
If one looks closely, even the water bugs, although their life cycle is very short, are multiplying on warm days and in sunshine. I took these photos on March 31. Every rounded rock exposed along the pond’s edge was a wellspring of activity. Today, April 1, the stones were absolutely clear, with no signs of yesterday’s chaos.
Perturbation of the air.
I pull my cold limbs
tighter to my body
nestle my nose into the
thick grey fur of my coat.
Something stronger than the
icy cold pulls me out of
slumber and I
sit alert, hot air blowing out
white marks on the crystal wind.
draws me to the
I see only warm bodies
of life, my life
in the first snow.
Barely a whisper
slightly below the bank.
They are unaware,
pecking at the cold ground.
It seems interminable.
The walk; the stalking.
Feet sink in white snow.
Louder honking, honking, HONK
I pick up speed, stay low…
the cold air on my eyes.
I leap into the circle of voices
and all is a rush, a flurry
as the birds, as one,
reach into the white sky.
I turn into the
dark umber growth
on the ridge.