The British Columbia Field Ornithologists (BCFO) have a number of good bird photographers among their members. On November 12th, the organization began featuring those members and a selection of their bird pictures taken within the province. The first bird photographer chosen was Laure Neish. I am delighted on a couple of counts.
First, I am pleased to see a naturalist’s organization treat nature photography in a more thoughtful manner than the frequent approach of considering it to be a competitive activity appropriate for a (rights-grabbing) contest. Featuring the works of a keen bird photographer is a superb way to familiarize others with this fascinating face of the natural world.
Second, I am delighted with the initial choice of Laure Neish. It was her images that I first studied when I began to take pictures of birds, myself.
I am not a member of the BCFO, yet I was fascinated by the challenge faced by its featured members: out of a myriad images of birds, choose only a handful of favourites to display.
If I were to face such a challenge, which of my bird pictures would I pick?
I pondered; I posted. Here is a favourite dozen of the bird pictures I have taken in the last few years—not from across BC, but merely from around Kootenay Lake. They are presented only approximately in the order of my increasing enthusiasm.
There are loons on Kootenay Lake for most of the year, but they are infrequent: I usually only see them well offshore in the early dawn light. Now and then I manage a satisfactory closer image; this is one.
Owls are far from an everyday local observation. I have seen only three species around here (other birders have had more luck). This Northern Pygmy Owl seems to have its head on backwards. Actually, owls have great dexterity and can turn their heads to look behind themselves.
I had seen pictures of the courting rituals of the hooded merganser, but I hadn’t expected to see the event. This is a male hoodie expressing his love for a nearby damsel: he erects his crest, tips his head back, and calls to her. 
The Merlin is a falcon. It perches high in a tree and watches for smaller birds to capture and consume. This one with the impressive cloak of feathers is a male.
The Pine Grosbeak is one of the irruptive finches—it is not seen every year but now and then it flows out of the north in considerable numbers and feasts on local berries. I rather like the red on red of the bird and the berries.
I am partial to this Ruffed Grouse, not only because of its impressively variegated plumage, but because I consider it a friend—it hangs around my yard.
The Wood Duck displays spectacularly iridescent colours—particularly when it raises its wings.
Although not seen as often as an eagle or an osprey, the Red-tailed Hawk is a local staple. This one was seen flying alongside a highway. Who could resist snapping its picture?
Great Blue Herons are most often seen hunting in the dawn hours, but may be seen at any time. I take many pictures of herons; this view of one flying along the lakeshore was particularly satisfying.
The American Kestrel is, like the Merlin, a falcon but it is even smaller. This male has arrived to feed a headless bird to chicks in a tree cavity.
The osprey is, perhaps, my favourite local bird—I have known it since childhood. This one has brought a sucker to a piling and is about to enjoy breakfast.
I usually only see the Bald Eagle from a distance, but this insouciant bird seemed as interested in watching me as I was in watching it. Of the many pictures I took, my favourite was the view taken just as it was first touched by the light of the rising Sun. This is perhaps the second best bird picture I have taken.
The eagle portrait raises the question of what I think is my best ever bird picture. Here it is: two Trumpeter Swans at Kokanee Creek Provincial Park. They are seen in the morning: white birds against the stygian mountainside.
I had intended to post a dozen of my bird pictures—I ended up with a baker’s dozen. The grouse claimed amicus status and insisted upon being included.
Ogopogo revisits
The ogopogo of Kootenay Lake has visited my waters again.
I last photographed and described our ogopogo in March, 2012. Since that time, I have explored reports from another valley, and yes, both its behaviour and pictures show the ogopogo of Kootenay Lake to be a sibling of ones recorded in the Okanagan.
Yesterday’s ogopogo swam more languidly than it had earlier in the year, but it still could be seen diving, and then surfacing with a fish soon devoured.
First, a few of the latest pictures, and then further commentary.
When spotted, the ogopogo was far out on the Lake.
Occasionally it would raise its head and extend its neck in a manner similar to Kelowna’s statuary.
At other times, the ogopogo’s head was underwater, but its sinuous humps were visible.
Finally, its fish devouring jaws came fairly close to me.
As with last March’s visit, this ogopogo is merely a serendipitous perspective of an otter family—the various humps being different individuals in the family. Indeed to my eye, all of those ground-based photographs of the ogopogo on the credulous site, Ogopogo Monster, are nothing but crummy shots of otter families.
Of course, I have seen an otter family a number of times this year (for example, otter frolic) without thinking the observation fit the pattern of Okanagan-style ogopogo silliness. It seems that the conditions for reporting an ogopogo are that the members of the otter family should travel in single file, be distant, and move across the field of view. Then, assuming that the observer has little experience with the behaviour of otters, has leanings towards credulity, and is equipped with rather poor photographic equipment, the resulting report of an ogopogo sighting is likely to both enrich local folklore and hearten tourism promoters.
“Ok, granted our names start with the same letter, but that’s it. An ogopogo is an hybrid created in the mind. It is as if one imagined that a herd of elk, or a flock of birds, is actually a single beast—a chimerical animal created by conflating separate individuals. But, I am not imaginary, I am real; I am otter.”
