Fleeing fish

The first time I saw such a frenzy of fish breaching the water’s surface, I was kayaking on the Persian Gulf. What in the world prompted all those fish to adopt such an odd behaviour?

The next time I saw such action, I was on a fishing charter (as a non-fishing guest) on our own Main Lake. This time, Kerry Reed (of Reel Adventures Fishing Charters) explained: these are fish fleeing predatory fish; likely, they are Kokanee leaping out of the water in an attempt to escape the piscivorous Rainbow Trout. (Indeed, it is their diet of Kokanee that helps make our local Rainbow Trout so large.)

Neat! I wonder if I could take a picture it? The difficulty is that the behaviour is usually both distant and ephemeral.

On Saturday while on a beach at Procter, I again spotted a group of frenetically leaping fish. While the activity was well down the Lake, I just pointed my camera and clicked and clicked—maybe some pictures would work out. Two did—well, sort of. The distance made for rather low-resolution shots, but, they were good enough for plausible identification. Joe Thorley (of Poisson Consulting) has suggested that my pictures do indeed show Kokanee. Both the behaviour and look is characteristic of the smaller immature Kokanee during their lake phase, a time when they are silverly and somewhat trout-like in shape, albeit slightly more streamlined. Further, it is likely that the predatory fish are trout, probably large Rainbow Trout.

So, these marginal shots likely show the frenzied fleeing of Kokanee from Rainbow Trout.

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Great Horned Heron

Ok, I admit it: there is no such species of bird as the Great Horned Heron.

However, ornithologists have a habit of suggesting that a species is horned when it sports tufts of feathers on the head. They have done this with the Horned Grebe, Horned Lark, and Great Horned Owl.

Yesterday, as I watched the wind lift the feathers on the crown of a Great Blue Heron, I thought: what whimsey to pass the picture off as the rarely seen Great Horned Heron of Kootenay Lake.

Here is the inspiration for that thought.

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Bird counting

I am not a bird counter; but, I like to hang out with those who are. These are the people whose knowledge of birds is so good that they can identify a bird by a whispered sound, a distant silhouette, or a plumage glimpse. And along the way, these folk can often determine the bird’s age and whether it has amorous intents.

These are not skills easily mastered, but when in hand, they enable practitioners to move beyond the delights of watching the behaviour of individual birds to the behaviour and health of communities. It all comes to knowing, measuring and interpreting populations.

For counters at this stage of birding nirvana, seeing a large number of distant birds is usually sufficient—even ideal. This provides sufficient information to establish identity and numbers while presenting a rich range of species. For the bird photographer such scenes can be frustrating. Without disturbing the bird, the photographer tries to get close enough to capture an evocative image including feather detail, a bill stuffed with food, or even some intimate behaviour.

Saturday, I accompanied Janice Arndt on a count of waterfowl along the West Arm of Kootenay Lake. This is an early December activity that local birders have pursued since 1974. There were three teams; Janice and I covered the east end of the Arm. We counted thirty-three bird species of which eleven were waterfowl. I learned much as I watched Janice spot and identify various species. But, I also began to appreciate the difference in the agendas of counters and photographers. Granted that on a different outing, someone might switch agendas, it remains that these pursuits are different—something I underscore with a few images from Saturday, below.

From the point of view of those taking a census, this is a perfectly satisfactory view of five horned grebes. From the photographer’s point of view, this would have been a throw-away image were it not dominated by a mirage of the Harrop Ferry.

The next two pictures of Redhead Ducks were taken on the same expedition. This is the sort of thing a bird photographer seeks. Yet, from the point of view of someone counting species, these scenes might be fun, but they offer superfluous information. It is sufficient to know that there were two female Redheads.

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Just wanna be me

 

Consider the identity problem faced by a female wigeon within this mêlée of coots, wigeons, mallards, and scaups.

Hey, I’m me.

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Bobcat on dog walk

 

On Monday, Nelson’s dog walk along the shore adjacent to the airport was closed.

The reason was simple: along the path there was a Bobcat in a tree.

Derek Kite took this picture of it from the other side of the airport runway—a long shot indeed.


Picture courtesy Derek Kite

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Snowberry eater

I appreciate it when my resident White-tailed Deer prunes my cedar hedges (not so when it eats my seedlings).

However, I had no idea that deer also liked snowberries (aka waxberries), but there it was roaming from bush to bush munching. Wikipedia confirms: the snowberry is an important food source for the White-tailed Deer. Well, you are welcome to these also, just as long as you keep coming by for a visiting.

I spotted my resident doe as it moved through my yard from one snowberry bush to the next.

At one bush, it stared at me as if to say, “Look I really want to continue eating my lunch if that is all right with you.”

“Well, you can watch me eat if you insist.”

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Trumpeter Swans

It is a delight to watch Trumpeter Swans. They are beautiful, big, and have recently returned from near extinction.

A walk in the Park: two people, three swans.

Size
The Trumpeter Swan is the largest species of native waterfowl in North America. It is considerably bigger than its cousin, the Tundra Swan, and it dwarfs the Canada Goose.

Numbers
By the 1930s, hunting had reduced the Trumpeter Swan to a few dozen breeding pairs in all of North America. While it has made a spectacular comeback, it is still not all that common. The bird is now largely confined to the West where it might visit Kootenay Lake on its spring and fall migrations.

Beauty
I leave that to the pictures.

A small family of Trumpeter Swans visited Kokanee Creek Provincial Park on Saturday. Two adults and a juvenile swam along the shore and fed in the shallows east of the creek mouth. Although I saw Tundra Swans last April, these were the first Trumpeters I had seen this year.

A family swims through the shallows: male (largest, left), female (middle) and juvenile (right, greyish plumage).

A quick shake helps to dry the head after probing underwater for food.

Suitable for the Trumpeter family photo album: mommy and me.

The proud parents—Trumpeters usually mate for life.

A Trumpeter Swan towers over two Mallards feeding alongside.

 

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Dipper’s comestible

Dippers, the only aquatic songbird, prefer cold, fast-flowing, streams where they mainly eat invertebrates found on the stream bottom.

On Sunday, a half-dozen dippers were scouring the waters of Kokanee Creek below the spawning channel when one surfaced with a Kokanee salmon egg in its bill. It appears to be an unfertilized egg that washed downstream from the channel—fertilized eggs are orangish; unfertilized eggs turn a milky white. A second later, the egg had been eaten.

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Wigeon endearment

 

Wigeons begin to pair bond in the winter and some along Nelson’s waterfront are already travelling in pairs and exchanging endearments.

Endearments? What form might those take among ducks? A common one seems to be wing-flapping. This is a form of ritualized display between waterfowl. It is unrelated to preening or the drying of feathers. It is typically used within couples. These three pictures show the female, the male, and then the female displaying.

The female wigeon is swimming.

The male wigeon is swimming.

The female wigeon rears up in the water, flaps her wings and displays the normally hidden white feathers underneath. It is as if she were saying: “Hi honey.”

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Yard deer

 

We all get deer in our yards. There is a White-tailed doe that I see frequently, but it was only in the twilight of this evening that I saw my resident doe along with her fawn. First a picture of the doe, then the fawn.

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