Midnight bear

 

It was nearly midnight when I was awoken by a black bear only a metre from my bedroom. The resulting picture was taken in the dark with a phone. Consequently, this picture surely has a lower quality than any others I have ever posted. 

Usually, each evening all bird feeders are brought indoors. Last night, one was inadvertently left out and the bear found it. Upon encountering me, the bear bolted and I removed the feeder. The rest of the night was quiet.

A black bear holds the feeder with its left paw and sticks its mouth to the feeder opening.

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Painted plastron

 

Our only local turtle is the Painted Turtle, but why call it that?

After all, a view of these creatures basking on a loafing log shows a carapace of gun-metal grey — hardly something that invites the appellation, painted. However, it isn’t the carapace (dorsal shell) that earns the name, but the plastron (ventral shell).

But, just try to see it.

Illustrations of the multi-coloured surface I have seen show an upside-down turtle held in a human hand. Such a view is not compatible with my watch-but-don’t-touch style of observing. Consequently, I have yet to see our turtle’s complete plastron.

Yet, now and then, one does get a peek.

Seen from the back and top, the carapace of the Painted Turtle is gunmetal grey.

However, seen from the front, when the turtle tips up, there is a hint of a variegated plastron. 

When a turtle is climbing onto a loafing log, the base of its plastron reveals the appropriateness of its name: Painted Turtle.

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Hummingbirds, two

 

There have been spotty observations of hummingbirds around the region for a couple of weeks, but it wasn’t until yesterday that visits became frequent enough and weather became good enough that I managed pictures. Unexpectedly, there were two different species: Calliope and Rufous. Both were males.

The Calliope is our smallest hummingbird.

The Rufous is a bit larger and amazingly scrappy. 

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Kingfisher coitus

 

Enough said.

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Home renovation

 

Ospreys return to the same mate and same nest year after year. It is striking that at the beginning of each season, new sticks must be added to the nest, seemingly independent of the integrity of the established nest. Why this seasonal renovation?

• Winter damage: If the nest has deteriorated during the winter, now is the time for repairs.

• Parasites: There are often parasites left in a nest from a previous year. Some small birds handle this by building a new nest each spring. Other species add nesting material to an established base to provide a barrier between parasites and this year’s chicks. 

• Nest stability: The stability of a nest, subject to the high winds of summer thunderstorms, does depend upon its mass. So, adding sticks helps.

An Osprey ferries in sticks to add to its nest at the beginning of the season.

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Apostrophe’s last bastion

 

Amongst geographical names, the possessive is discouraged in favour of the plural. Around Kootenay Lake, Johnson’s Landing is officially Johnsons Landing and Queen’s Bay has become Queens Bay — despite no compelling evidence for multiple eponymous Johnsons or Queens.

In ornithology, the possessive still rules when it comes to birds which have been named to commemorate the work of naturalists from earlier times.

I pondered this last Sunday while watching three species with apostrophes in their names: Say’s Phoebe, Brewer’s Blackbird, and Barrow’s Goldeneye.

The first two pictures shown below were taken during this observation, but to these are added some other local apostrophized birds that I have photographed over the years.

I do wonder if birds named after people will be the apostrophe’s last bastion. 

Say’s Phoebe was named for Thomas Say (1787 – 1834), an American naturalist.

Brewer’s Blackbird was named for Thomas Mayo Brewer (1814 – 1880), an American naturalist.

Steller’s Jay, which is the provincial bird of British Columbia, was named for Georg Wilhelm Steller (1709 – 1746), a German naturalist.

Barrow’s Goldeneye was named for Sir John Barrow (1764 – 1848), an English statesman.

Clark’s Nutcracker was named for William Clark (1770 – 1838), an American explorer, and territorial governor.

Bonaparte’s Gull was named for Charles Lucien Bonaparte (1803 – 1857), a French ornithologist, and nephew of Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte.

Cooper’s Hawk (this is a juvenile) was named for William Cooper (1798–1864), an American naturalist.

Wilson’s Snipe was named for Alexander Wilson (1766 – 1813), a Scottish-American naturalist.

Lewis’s Woodpecker was named for Meriwether Lewis (1774 – 1809), best known as a leader of the Lewis and Clark Expedition to the American west (1804 – 1806).

Bullock’s Oriole was named for William Bullock (1773 – 1849), an English naturalist.

Forster’s Turn was named for Johann Reinhold Forster (1729 – 1798), the naturalist on Captain Cook’s second voyage to the Pacific.

Townsend’s Solitaire was named for John Kirk Townsend (1809 – 1851), an American naturalist.

Baird’s Sandpiper was named for Spencer Fullerton Baird (1823 – 1887), an American naturalist.

Swainson’s Thrush was named for William Swainson (1789 – 1855), an English ornithologist.

Lincoln’s Sparrow was named for Thomas Lincoln (early 19th century), by his friend James Audubon for no better reason than that he had shot the bird.

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Peculiar duck names

 

Sometimes the name given a duck seems rather odd. 

This is the Ring-necked Duck, female left, male right. If one were to pick a name based upon a striking appearance, the white ring around the male’s bill would seem a good choice. But no, the duck is named for the rarely visible tawny ring at the base of the male’s neck. 

An outstanding feature of the Northern Shoveler is its enormous bill. The duck sweeps the bill through the surface waters of ponds to feed on invertebrates and seeds. It doesn’t seem to shovel the water, at least as we would normally use the term, nor does the bill look like a shovel — at least when seen from the side. Here three males and one (obscured) female fly by.

When seen from above or below, the spreading of the bill’s end makes the word, shovel, more apt, as is another name for the bird, a spoonbill.

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April goulash

 

This is a month’s end collection of images, none of which has had a posting of its own.

A Bald Eagle brings sticks to enlarge its nest.

A Columbian Ground Squirrel does sentry duty beside its burrow.

My hare in residence continues its moult to its summer coat.

The Pacific Wren is easy to hear, but somewhat harder to find and photograph.

Although still common around the Lake, the Bufflehead Duck will soon head north to breed.

Three Green-winged Teals fly by.

A somewhat uncommon bird at any time, the Brown Creeper is more likely seen in winter.

A Ruby-crowned Kinglet is at home navigating thick brush.

Painted Turtles have taken over a new pond.

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Black & white

 

Forestation and colour: Last year’s posting illustrated both local habitat and dorsal colouring: magpie preferences.

Magpies prefer open country with a sprinkling of trees. This makes them distinctly uncommon in the heavily forested lands around the Lake. While on a walk, it was unexpected for me to encounter a group of perhaps a dozen Black-billed Magpies. 

Recording pictures of perched magpies was easy; capturing a picture of one flying far from a perch proved to be more difficult. This is the best I managed.

The ventral surface of a flying magpie is a study in black and white.

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Two portraits

 

While the naturalist in me likes to explore interesting behaviours — Ogopogo, planing, katabatic winds — the photographer in me just likes to take portraits — eagle, otter family, black grizzly.

Here are two portraits from two days ago.

Surely our most vocal wild mammalian companion, the Red Squirrel, will vigorously denounce all human interlopers. Usually seen on a distant branch, on this occasion, a squirrel dropped down beside me and we stared at each other only long enough for me to capture a portrait.

A decade ago, I only saw Merlins about three kilometres east of my home. Then they shifted a bit closer. This year, one has chosen to hunt right here. Consequently, this falcon has made a stunning difference in the presence of smaller birds: Many now just avoid my property as being far too risky. The compensation is a really close view of a Merlin. Easily seen in this side view of the beak is the tomial (i.e., cutting) tooth. The tooth (and its matching notch on the lower mandible) is a characteristic of falcons and is used to bite through the cervical vertebrae and so sever the spinal cord of their prey.

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