It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.
I had two groups scheduled for trips over the last week, one a group of photographers, and one some friends from my museum world. The weather for the first group did not look great, but they all decided to roll the dice and give it a try. And I am glad they did, as there were some beautiful photographs taken and some wild scenes observed. The second group had much better weather, but it turned windy and much colder, which is often a good thing in terms of wildlife activity. Birds were abundant, with an estimated 40,000+ Snow Geese now on the Pungo Unit of Pocosin Lakes NWR.
The flocks are still being a little antsy, with the main flock circling the fields for quite some time before settling, and various groups breaking up and peeling off from the main aggregation. When they do swarm as a flock, they are truly magnificent to see, and hear. On the first morning with a group, we were treated to a bear wandering through the flock of Snow Geese in the field, causing a commotion as the birds parted to allow the bruin to pass (unfortunately, I had not carried my camera due to impending rain). I answered a question from one of the group about where these birds had migrated from by showing them an image on my phone of a certificate I just received from my report of a Snow Goose collar (as related in an earlier post). The two collared birds both had been caught and tagged in Nunavut, Canada, above the Arctic Circle. That is almost due north of their wintering grounds at Pungo Lake, and a distance of about 2600 miles.
One thing that really surprised me was the age of one of the birds (MXO7) who was at least 11 years old. Assuming this Snow Goose has made this same trip, back and forth each year, it has flown at least 52,000 miles in its 11 years…that’s a lot of wing beats.
Over the next few days, we saw the flocks in the same fields, coming out in the morning early, feeding for a couple of hours, returning to the lake to rest, and repeating the pattern late in the afternoon.
As we walked along the path, the entire flock would occasionally blast off with a loud cacophony of calls and circle noisily before returning to feed.
If you look closely, the usual cause for these nervous lift-offs is a passing Bald Eagle, like the immature eagle in the photo above.. I imagine the eagles are testing the flock as they cruise over, looking for weak birds, or something that might cue them in on an easy meal.
My new game when the birds fly over is to try to pick out a smaller Ross’s Goose out of the flock of Snow Geese as they pass overhead. It is obviously much easier once the flock has stretched out in lines, rather than when they are tightly packed together.
The spectacle of the Snow Geese flying overhead is one of the reasons I love this place. While my groups were able to experience it in various ways, I had an absolutely amazing experience Sunday evening between leading trips. It was a beautiful evening and I was walking back toward the gate. My friend, Rick, was at the gate, along with a first-time visitor to Pungo, Sydney. The birds came into the field as I walked, so I stopped, then turned and walked back some distance to where I thought they might fly over on their way back to the lake. And I waited…
They did as I had hoped, taking off in one giant swoop, and spreading out over the pink-tinged sky, making an incredible sound as they winged their way to the safety of the dark waters just beyond the trees. Sydney had walked out toward me just before the bird’s departure. It was an a truly spectacular introduction to the wonders of Pungo on her first visit.
There were many other bird highlights in my 6 days at the two refuges, many not recorded by my camera, but indelibly etched in my memory. Of the latter, there was a Peregrine Falcon streaking by the corn field; a Merlin accelerating across s the tops of the corn resulting in an explosion of Red-winged Blackbirds, but no kill this time; and the high-pitched shriek of a Wood Duck as it dipped and ripped through the treetops with a raptor of some sort (probably a Peregrine or a Cooper’s Hawk) in hot pursuit.
At Mattamuskeet, there have been reports of a few Trumpeter Swans hanging out along Wildlife Drive. On my scouting trip the first day, I came across a group that I think were the Trumpeters – slightly larger, no yellow on the bill (although that can vary on Tundra Swans), and a longer, and more sloping bill. They also apparently curl their necks into more of an S-shape and rest it on their body when in a sitting or resting position.
There were a couple of juvenile swans nearby that I think were also Trumpeters as they had darker heads than most of the immature Tundra Swans I see.
A few other highlights of a great trip to two of my favorite places…I can’t wait to go back.
These pictures and perspective is outstanding. Thanks for sharing with us.
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Thanks, Denise. This is what public lands are about, not what is happening in Oregon.
Thanks for the great trip description and fantastic photos.
Just wanted to say that I really enjoy your blog and photography, especially with the photos taken around Mattamuskeet and Pungo. I love going to those places and try to do it often (but not quite as often as you do ☺️). I noticed that you talk about walking the roads to see bears. When doing that, do you carry any safety items with you – I.e. a whistle or bear spray? You have mentioned in your blog which road is the bear road but you often mention the new bear road and don’t say where that is. Is that something you would be willing to share? Thanks again for your wonderful blog.
Thanks, Gladys. I usually carry bear spray with me although I have never had an incident with a bear down there. There are so many people visiting the area now that I do think some of the bears are becoming accustomed to people, and that probably isn’t a good thing for the bears or the people. The key for the future of the bears is for people to not approach too closely and not harass them (or feed them).
Before the refuge put up road signs, I made up my own names (I have been visiting Pungo since the early 1980’s). My “New Bear Road” doesn’t have a real name to my knowledge. It is a gated dirt road that runs east from D Canal. It is only open for walking from March thru October (as are many of the areas), but not in the winter when the waterfowl are abundant.
Thanks so much for your answer, Mike. I know what you mean about bears getting somewhat accustomed to people. That is what had me concerned. I worked as a contract ranger in Baxter State Park in Maine for five years and I know that it is not a good thing when the bears become too accustomed to people. It is not usually the bears fault either – folks forget they are wild animals. We had one in BSP that would visit an apple tree in the campground that we ran. We would try to keep people away and the next thing you knew, they would be sending their kids to the base of the tree to get a photo. *sigh* Thanks again for your answers to my questions.
You are welcome, Gladys. So far, I have not witnessed any bad behavior (by humans or bears) so I hope that continues.
Spectacular! I may be bringing an avian biology class out to Pungo for a field trip in early Feb. Where exactly is the field where you saw them fly over back to the lake in the evening? Along Pungo Lake Canal Rd? We’ll be leaving CH in the afternoon but hopefully getting to Pungo by 5 pm. Thanks for any info!
The birds had been on North Lake Road, but I was there this afternoon and they are now using fields along Pat’s Road. It all depends on where the corn is, especially corn that has been recently cut. Good luck.