I shouldn’t always apologize for my photographs. I’m not in the business of circling a single pond for the possibility of becoming a photographer, but I would like it if the images were focused. I am walking daily, however, in order to document what I feel, see, hear and experience. I am there to learn and to discover through all of my observations.
Well, today, I saw one single male Northern Pintail duck on the pond. While a very common bird, I have never seen one and I’m always excited to spot a new species. I find it funny that I’ve observed such a variety this autumn and usually solitary male birds. Please enjoy the link to the Northern Pintail that I have provided. It doesn’t get much better than Audubon!
Just after snapping these two photographs, a train thundered to the west of me. The Pintail took off, circled the pond and then headed south across the debacle that is the South West Ring Road, likely to the larger water body to the south. Grateful for this siting.
Over the past two days, ‘they’ve’ been draining the water from one of the smaller wetlands that neighbours the pond at Frank’s Flats. I’ve been holding a bit of a grudge, given that, of course, multiple families of geese and waterfowl have already done their romancing and settled in. Changes will be even more dramatic when the 22X (Stoney Trail) expansion requires ‘them’ to interfere with the wetlands on the west side of Macleod Trail. I know. I know. This infringement upon wildlife and plant life is a constant struggle as human beings lay down more and more pavement, but that’s not to say that it doesn’t cause a person grief as they are witness to the process. Where are the advocates for wild life and who is listening? I sometimes wonder.
I met ‘a guy’ in one of those bright orange vests. Don’t ask me his position. It was a complicated title. I just nodded. He seemed interested that I pick litter and that I know anything at all about the wetlands. He participates in the annual river clean up. hmmm
He was out on that fine day, checking that everything was staked out and assured me that the remaining large trees would be coming down, but that on the first rip down, because of a specific time line and government regulations, as well as the distance from wetlands, they were required to leave the big ones for the sake of the ecosystem and the nesting birds. I explained that the magpies and crows….murders of them…were so distraught that for days they gathered in a single tree, yelling at the land. And yes…I did cry over the crows.
Due to the construction of a heavy duty drainage system last season, Enmax has not been able to properly maintain/facilitate the Osprey Platform on the Sikome Lake side. As a result Mother Goose has been there for almost five weeks. I’m thinking the goslings will either starve or fall off the platform. In the meantime two pair of Osprey have had to take up residence on top of sign platforms both directions on the loud and dangerous roadway. I don’t know how they will all manage.
Follow Up to This: The Fish Creek Conservation Officer returned my call, inquiring about this. I was assured of a couple of things. First, it is offence to mess with wildlife in any form, in its natural circumstance in a Provincial Park. Second, if a bird is nesting ANYWHERE, then this is natural to that bird. This gentleman had a very calm voice and was telling me the facts. At this point, I need to grow in acceptance of some of these circumstances where I make observations of birds/animals.
Nature will have to take it’s course.
I know that for the entire extent of the Stoney Trail’s development, wildlife, wetlands and trees/natural plants have been impacted. I know that I need to accept ‘progress’ here and in our beautiful park lands, including the Bow Valley Parkway. It’s just that I don’t think the general population receives all of the information as some of these projects go ahead at warp speed and gather a momentum that becomes destructive and insensitive to a wilderness/natural environment that we, as citizens of Alberta, generally, treasure.
Maybe this is a cliche, but our human population needs to slow down. Not good for economic climate? Tourism? Well…things to think about.
Today’s pelican…a senior, just like me. On its own, but it took flight, just after this photo was taken…something about Max, I think.
My friend, Julie, let me in on the very public location where Mrs. Great Horned Owl and her offspring are hanging out these days. These owlets will likely fledge within the next week. In the meantime, Max and I took pause, some distance away and watched. Of course, I cried. I was in awe that edging on a bike path, a mama could tend to her babes…so vulnerable, so strong, so absolutely magical. We need to realize that the species we share this planet with require our advocacy. We need to stop…and watch, learn and cherish. This is my plea as I write tonight.
Species that I have observed in the path of Stoney Trail development, presently. The mammals; coyotes and deer, have already vacated the paths I take.
The weather was brutal, as I headed to the pond with Max-man, something between pouring rain and snow, but not of the ‘flake’ variety. I thought that I sited 12 Goldeneyes, from a distance. Having left my camera in the car due to the weather conditions, I quickly began to have my regrets because the mating dances and the chases around the pond were so theatrical and even funny. Somewhere during the circle of the pond, I realized that the count was actually six male Common Mergansers, one female Merganser and three Goldeneye couples. So much brilliant white on the grey landscape! Absolutely stunning!
Once I got Max settled back in the vehicle, I had to grab the camera and attempt some documentation. Unfortunately, the Mergansers were shy and were slightly out of my range for focus and the Goldeneyes, not much better. However, I’m posting a few here, as a matter of context. I had the most enjoyable time, literally laughing out loud. I feel overcome on behalf of the females for the intense circus they must negotiate at this time and the wild frenzied flights as they attempt to ward off aggressive males as much as they can.
Things will only be more crazy over the coming weeks. There are so many pristine, clear photographs of these species on line that I’m almost embarrassed to post these, but heh, today I was caught up in the wonder of having experienced these birds and I’m grateful.