Spring is moving toward summer and the outside world is playing to stereotypes.
Somewhat of a gloomy day; really looking forward to spring now. Doing some testing on long lenses, which led to a review in my Lightroom catalog of zoo photos. Animals bring lots of color to the scene so here’s something other than black and white.
Just want to keep looking at color for a bit longer.
I wonder if anything in the ocean changes colors with the seasons?
The Canada geese in the area are herding their goslings around showing them the ropes on survival. It’s fun to watch the adults try to threaten a big car with hissing and advancing motion while the young blithely wander around poking their noses into everything. In general, though, mom and dad keep the group together and moving in the same direction.
I was using a 300mm lens for my OM-1 film camera on my digital camera, shooting out the car window. The geese were so close at times I had to wait until they walked out of my close-focus point. It was great to be able to fill the image with the birds but handholding a long lens like this (and manually focusing) meant the images aren’t as sharp as I’d like. Still, you can see details on them nicely.
Whenever the parents felt we’d gotten too close or had seen enough, they herded the goslings further into the grass. With all the rain we’ve gotten the stems were tall enough to easily hide the young birds, although a few of them still were curious about all the fuss.
We expected to see sandhill cranes in this area as they use it for feeding and nesting. And sure enough, we saw one walking along the side of the road in the grass. He pretty much let us coast along beside him while he nosed around for bugs and periodically called out to see if anyone was in the area. Although this was our only sandhill crane we did see a cousin.
At a nearby visitor’s center we heard a whooping crane had been sighted so we drove off in that direction hoping for the best. Luckily, the bird was still in the field so we got to see one of our most endangered birds, just wandering around in a field behind a farm house. What a great opportunity for us to see the “other” American crane.
We learned later whooping cranes have been transplanted to Wisconsin but the efforts are not going well. The percentage of successful nesting and raising of young is very small. One surprising issue is the black fly population, which harasses the adults so much they leave the nest and eggs behind. A tactic managers are using is to get to the nest soon after the eggs are laid and remove them to be hatched by humans. The birds will apparently lay more eggs later, which is after the black fly population drops off. Sometimes even evolution needs a hand….
A few things about this image. It’s an extreme crop of an image made with the 300mm lens resting on the window of my car so it’s nowhere as sharp as I’d wish for such a great occasion. But, you use what you got as best possible. Also, see the bird on the right? From other images it’s obviously a crane but I can’t find anything online about whooping or sandhill cranes being this black at any stage in their life. Either it’s been rolling in mud or it’s some other type of plumage. Finally, if you look closely behind the white whooping crane, about an inch in this image, you’ll see a little orange spot. This is the head of a chick that followed the adult around. At the distance we were from the birds it was invisible – I only noticed it when zooming in on the images in Photoshop. Hopefully this will be one of the chicks that make it to adulthood!
Left the cover off the grill last night and when pulled it off the deck chair this morning to put it away there were two visitors who had taken refuge underneath for a quiet night’s rest. When I find creatures under cover like this I always wonder if they just happen to wander into it or if they are scoping out great places to hide. As the nights get cooler and days shorter I’m expecting to see more outdoor citizens hoping to ward off the elements.
The moth warmed up enough to fly away in a few minutes; the frog climbed on the rail and starting looking around. Didn’t think it would survive a drop off the deck so I moved him to a retaining wall. Later discovered he’d moved to a vantage where he could once more survey the world around him.