Predator Potpourri

You can’t imagine anything like nature as we know it without predators.

~Dale Jamieson

I’ve been out in the yard a lot these past couple of weeks doing the spring chores of removing the dead stalks from last year’s wildflowers, adding some mulch to walkways, etc. The spring wildflowers are showing themselves as are the usual array of winter and year-round yard birds, the first frogs of the season, and the first notable insects (this month has seen the first Bumblebee and Carpenter Bee, and the first Eastern Tiger Swallowtail, Zebra Swallowtail, Spring Azure, and Falcate Orange-tip). Spring wildflowers bring out the pollinators and the abundance of animal life brings out the predators.

This week I was cleaning out some debris next to the house and uncovered a pair of Brown Snakes (Storeria dekayi). The common name is descriptive (they are indeed, brown) but this is the reason I try to capitalize common names so there is less confusion about just a description of an animal versus its name.

-A pair of Brown Snakes along a runoff area near the house (click photos to enlarge)

-Close up view of a Brown Snake

Brown Snakes are very common here and throughout most of North Carolina. They are certainly one of the most frequently encountered snakes in our area and are often found in mulch beds and under leaves and logs where they search for earthworms, slugs, snails, and other invertebrates that make up most of their diet. These cute little snakes (10 – 20 inches in length) are harmless and are one of the first snakes I see every spring.

Another predator that frequents our yard is one whose presence is usually announced by motionless birds at our feeders. If I glance at the feeders and see a bird sitting perfectly still (often in odd-looking poses), I start looking in the nearby trees for the cause, and this winter it almost always has been a Cooper’s Hawk. In our area, we have two of the “bird hawks”, the Accipiters – the Cooper’s Hawk and the Sharp-shinned Hawk (“Sharpie”). They can be difficult to tell apart because the adults look almost identical save for a couple of diagnostic features that are not always easy to discern in the field. Cooper’s Hawks are the larger of the two, looking about the size of a crow. Sharp-shinned Hawks are smaller, more like the size of a Blue Jay. Of course, like most raptors, there is a size difference between males and females, with females generally being larger. This creates a close overlap sometimes between a large female Sharpie and a small male Cooper’s. Another feature that can help is shape of the base of the tail – Cooper’s tend to have a more rounded tail tip whereas Sharpies have a squared off tail. This can be a tricky one though. In this case, I think this is a male Cooper’s Hawk as it is smaller than one I have occasionally seen, but look at that tail!.

-A male Cooper’s Hawk Sitting above one of our feeder stations. Down below are a couple of small birds frozen in place at the feeders

-I watched this guy for about 20 minutes as he surveyed the scene. The bird frequently pulled its left foot up under it breast feathers and posed

Cooper’s Hawks make frequent trips to our feeders and cause quite a stir every time. The female caught a dove a few weeks ago and plucked and ate it against our deer fence out back. I often see some small birds perched near the hawk in the cover of a holly tree. It seems the hawk is wary of attempting to catch them and the prey seem to know they are safer surrounded by all those spiky leaves.

Earlier this week, while sitting on the screen porch, I heard the swoosh of wings as the hawk dive-bombed the area. I caught a glimpse of it as it streaked across the back fence and then made a right angle turn and flew off into the woods. I thought whatever it had chased had made its escape. But, when I walked out back, I found this pile of dove feathers so it seems dove was on its menu again.

-A pile of Mourning Dove feathers indicates the Cooper’s may have made another kill

I think it must be tough to be one of the larger birds at the feeders, especially a dove. They tend to be slower at taking flight when the hawk streaks onto the scene. Two days ago, a Red-bellied Woodpecker hit the back window very hard in an attempt to escape (it unfortunately died). I decided to not feed in that area any more this season as it is too close to the house to allow consistent escape routes from the aerial terror. I also caught the Cooper’s Hawk on one of the trail cameras this month, perched on a log frequented by squirrels. Now, if only they would start dining on that menu item (I have only seen it once, when a female Cooper’s caught a young squirrel out back).

Another raptor species has also been making itself known these past few weeks. It is breeding season for Red-shouldered Hawks and they often soar above our ridge (hence our apt road name, Buteo Ridge). One day last week, I heard some screaming and saw one land in a tree out back. Meanwhile, another smaller one (male?) soared nearby, also calling. Then, a third one appeared and there was some slight interactions and the larger one kept changing position in different trees while the two smaller ones continued to soar overhead. This went on for about 15 minutes. Have a listen (sound up)…

–The sounds of Red-shouldered Hawks in their spring aerial rituals

Our largest predators, the Coyotes, continue to baffle me in their activity patterns. Last month, I rarely saw them on the trail cameras. Then, for a span of a couple of weeks, they were seen day and night for many days in a row. This past week, nothing.

–A pair of Coyotes on the move in daylight

The cameras usually capture at least two Coyotes on the move, one trailing the other by a few seconds.

–There have been a few captures of three Coyotes traveling together on the trail cameras

Two times this month, a camera caught a Coyote carrying something – the first time a small dark object, and this time…? Any guesses? I can’t tell.

–Another predator mystery…what is this Coyote carrying?

Finally, something that most of us don’t usually think of as a predator. The wildlife ponds have attracted a lot of action this spring. They are full of Spotted Salamander eggs (another predator) and lately, they are the source of the sounds of spring. First there were a few Upland Chorus Frogs calling. Now, it is the Spring Peepers. And they can be deafening! But what a treat (unless you are a small insect). And to quote a famous “philosopher”, Here it is, your moment of Zen…(sound up)

-The sound of several tiny predators, Spring Peepers, in one of our wildlife pools

Egg-citing

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside is shell.

~Zora Neale Hurston

This is a quick follow-up to my last post about the breeding congress of Spotted Salamanders two nights ago. I went out last night around 10 pm and checked both pools. In the murky pool (lots of vegetation and leaf debris on the bottom), I saw four female salamanders on twigs, ready to start laying eggs. In the clearer pool, I saw three female salamanders clinging to twigs underwater. They were all in the typical egg-laying position, holding onto the twigs with their hind legs, but no eggs yet. When Melissa photographed a salamander two weeks ago actually laying eggs, it was about midnight. I wonder if they wait until later in the evening to start egg-laying?

I lowered my camera into the water to try to get a photo but either the light or the movement disturbed all three females and they released their hold and swam beneath the leaves on the bottom of the pool. I decided to leave them alone and let them do their thing without bright lights shining on them, so I headed inside.

This morning I went out to check on the results of their night-time activity.

-A 12-hour old Spotted Salamander egg mass in our wildlife pool (click photos to enlarge))

I can see twelve new egg masses in the clear water pool. If the three females I saw were the only ones to lay, that’s an average of 4 egg masses per female, which coincides with what I have read in the scientific literature.

-A photo showing last night’s egg masses (three in the lower center of the photo) along with egg masses laid two weeks earlier on January 30

You can see how the egg masses swell with water over their first several days by comparing the sizes of those laid two weeks earlier with the fresh ones from last night. It looks like they swell 3 or 4 times their original size. Each egg mass contains anywhere from 100 to up to 250 eggs, so we are talking about another banner year for salamander eggs in our yard. And the season probably isn’t over yet if we get any more heavy night-time rains in the next few weeks. I’ll keep you posted.

They’re At It Again!

All nature’s creatures join to express nature’s purpose. Somewhere in their mounting and mating, rutting and butting is the very secret of nature itself.

~Graham Swift

Rainy nights in January and February bring out the lust in our neighborhood…salamander lust that is. My last post highlighted the first major mating migration of the year for our neighborhood Spotted Salamanders (there had been a small one a couple of weeks before that). I had been on the road in Virginia two nights after that migration incident and missed most of the egg-laying activity that followed. But, Melissa was home and went out got a nice pic of a female “sallie” clinging to one of the branches I had placed in the water just for this purpose. The salamander was laying eggs!

Spotted Salamander laying eggs two nights after a big salamander migration (photo by Melissa Dowland)
(click photos to enlarge)

Melissa and I were watching tv last night when I heard heavy rain hitting our metal roof…time to put on rain gear and head out to our two wildlife pools to see what might be happening. We walked out the front door and up to the driveway and started seeing salamanders on the move, headed to one of our pools.

-Spotted Salamander crossing our driveway to get to a breeding pool

They can move pretty fast and so we were careful as we walked, trying not to accidentally step on one. We saw 4 salamanders heading toward the pools and one small one headed away. That one had probably been in there from the earlier migrations and was done with its breeding (or maybe just intimidated by the larger size of all the others).

-One of four salamanders we saw on the move in our yard in just a few minutes during the rain

It really is a miracle to me that these critters can find their way back to a small pool of water to breed after spending months in burrows in the surrounding forest. Some have been shown to follow the same path back to their breeding pool year after year, even entering the pool in the same spot. How they do this is unknown, but chemical cues about the environment through taste and smell may be involved.

The highlight was seeing the “salamander swarm” (aka breeding congress). We went to our pool without the small waterfall first and could see lots of eggs masses from the last time they were feeling lusty along with numerous salamanders congregated and squirming about on the pool bottom. Occasionally, one would swim to the surface, break through to presumably gulp some air, and head back down. But visibility was limited due to vegetation in this pool so we went over to the other one that tends to be much clearer.

It was quite a sight with 15 or more salamanders bumping and nudging each other in one big writhing blob of black and yellow. Here’s a video clip of the action (the sounds are the pump for the waterfall and us occasionally gasping at what we saw).

–An amazing breeding congress of Spotted Salamanders in one of our wildlife pools.

It is incredible to witness this behavior (and right outside our front door). I think some of the female salamanders may be pulling spermatophores (those white blobs on the bottom) into their cloaca using their hind legs. Not sure if that is how it happens, but check out a couple of the salamanders toward the end of the clip with their hind legs cupped up underneath their bellies. I think that may be what is going on. Now, two nights from the rain (this Wednesday) should be more egg-laying (if only I can get home in time to witness it). Will let you know.

Counting Birds Again

Christmas Bird Count data helps us better understand birds so we can better protect them!

~US Fish & Wildlife Service

Here’s a quick report on our annual trip to Pungo for the Pettigrew Christmas Bird Count that was held last weekend. For a change, we had nice weather – chilly and windy, but sunny most of the day. The count circle is centered on Lake Phelps and Melissa and I cover the Pungo Unit of Pocosin Lakes National Wildlife Refuge. We camped at Goose Creek State Park and were at Pungo around 6:30 a.m. as the sky was turning light. We headed straight for one of the flooded impoundments on the refuge to catch the sunrise and were surprised to see only a few swans on the water (this area usually has hundreds all winter). We were also hoping to see the Sandhill Cranes that had been reported from a week before, but no luck. The water levels were very high due to recent heavy rains and we wondered if that might be an issue but I later learned from refuge staff that there had been someone illegally hunting on the refuge in that spot the day before.

It seems as though the increased visitation at this refuge since the pandemic has bought with it some bad visitor behavior and several areas of the refuge have restricted access, When we arrived at the observation platform we found the port-a-john lying on its side. We wondered if a bear or a lousy human had been the culprit.

-Was this bear or human mischief? (click photos to enlarge)

I later learned from staff that, unfortunately, it had been a human pushing it over with his truck (the person has not yet been caught). Surprisingly, it was in its proper position the next day when we returned (set up and cleaned by the company that supplies these I was told).

In spite of my concerns about the issues facing the refuge, the wildlife was able to remind me of why I love this place so much. I didn’t take a lot of photos but here are a few highlights from our day in the field at Pungo.

-Tundra Swans flying off the refuge to feed as the moon sets Saturday morning

-Tundra Swans on Pungo Lake. The strong south wind had them piling up on the south shore where it was more protected.

-A Turkey Vulture peers at me as I walked along “pishing” for birds in the thick roadside vegetation (making a repeated pish noise that imitates the alarm call of several songbirds – this often causes nearby birds to reveal themselves as they try to see what is going on).

-We found some great tracks in the sandy and muddy soils along the roads – bear, otter, bobcat, raccoon, canid (red wolf or coyote), and plenty of deer tracks. This is a nice front paw print of a black bear

-Although it is a bird count, I always stop to enjoy the other critters we come across (we saw three bears, one otter, and several deer). Melissa spotted this young black bear trotting toward us along one of the roads. I stopped the truck and it kept coming until, finally, it saw us and slowly turned around. Then another car came from the opposite direction and the little guy decided to head into the swamp. We watched as it swam across two open bodies of water and finally disappeared into the flooded forest.

-While driving slowly along in the afternoon, I heard some chickadees calling (hearing aids are a wonderful thing). We stopped and got out as they were feeding on the seeds of Sweet Gum (as were some Red-winged and a few Rusty Blackbirds). There are one or two small seeds in every hole in a Sweet Gum ball and several species of birds utilize these as a winter food source. I have always wanted a photo of this behavior so we started following these busy birds around as they flitted from branch to branch extracting seeds and picking at them to eat. You can see a seed in this one’s beak.

-They often grabbed a seed while hanging on one of the gum balls and then would fly to a nearby branch to feed on it.

The wildlife highlight of the day was when Melissa spotted (yes, she spots more things now than I do) an American Bittern in a roadside canal. It was on her side of the vehicle (she claims this a rarity and that I always have the wildlife on my side to photograph:). She took lots of photos and several video clips as it patiently made its way along the shoreline.

–An American Bittern slowly moves into position for a strike (video by Melissa Dowland)

– Finally, the bittern flew to a closer side of the canal and started walking across the road where I managed this pic.

-It disappeared into the tall grass and then came back out, looking much like the dried vegetation that surrounded it. These birds are simply beautiful, and those eyes!!

All in all, a wonderful day. Here are our results for the Pungo Unit portion of the count as reported on eBird:

2500 Snow Goose — This is actually few snow geese for this count! There was one flock on Pungo Lake.
100 Canada Goose
10000 Tundra Swan — This is typical to low for this location at this count.
80 Wood Duck
20 Northern Shoveler
212 Gadwall — Large mixed flock on the Pungo Lake with scope
803 American Wigeon — Large mixed flock on Pungo Lake
25 Mallard
21 American Black Duck
840 Northern Pintail — Large mixed flock on Pungo Lake
1520 Green-winged Teal — Large flock on Pungo Lake both sitting and then in flight.
2 Bufflehead
12 Hooded Merganser
1 Pied-billed Grebe
73 Mourning Dove
65 Killdeer
3 Bonaparte’s Gull
500 Ring-billed Gull
1 Double-crested Cormorant
1 American Bittern
3 Great Blue Heron
25 Turkey Vulture
9 Northern Harrier
1 Cooper’s Hawk
6 Bald Eagle
2 Great Horned Owl
3 Red-bellied Woodpecker
2 Downy Woodpecker
5 Northern Flicker
1 American Kestrel
5 Eastern Phoebe
1 Blue-headed Vireo
9 Blue Jay
8 American Crow
3 Carolina Chickadee
3 Tufted Titmouse
4 Ruby-crowned Kinglet
3 Golden-crowned Kinglet
1 Winter Wren
4 Carolina Wren
12 European Starling
1 Brown Thrasher
1 Northern Mockingbird
252 American Robin
20 American Pipit
50 White-throated Sparrow
4 Savannah Sparrow
43 Song Sparrow
60 Swamp Sparrow
8 Eastern Towhee
19 Eastern Meadowlark
1600 Red-winged Blackbird
1 Brown-headed Cowbird
2 Rusty Blackbird
20 Common Grackle
20 Yellow-rumped Warbler
3 Northern Cardinal

Total number of species – 57.

Results for the entire count circle included a total of 106 species, which is about average for this count.

I’ll get back to blogging about our Africa trip next time.

Trail Cam Tales

I am the hawk and there’s blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

~John Denver

Melissa and I were gone on another truck camping adventure for a couple of weeks in May (more about that in the next few posts) and on our return I was anxious to see what the trail cameras captured in our absence. I was hoping to see several video clips on the antics of the young opossums (I posted about them last time, right before we left on vacation). Imagine my surprise when I looked at the footage from the two cameras near the opossum den – no footage at all of the young ones! There was plenty of two adult opossums around the hole and on the log and on nearby cameras, but nothing from the youngsters. Who knows what happened, or did they just move on? I’m not sure how long young opossums stay with their mother, but I would have thought longer than this.

–An adult Virginia Opossum near the den at the tree root ball. It grabs something small right at the end of this clip and eats it. Bonus points if you can tell what it eats (I can’t)

As I said, there are several clips of two different adult opossums around the den and the tree from the root ball. Another camera adjacent to the large tree from the root ball site caught this action of two opossums chasing each other. The place they pause is a spot that both opossums and raccoons showed a lot of interest in while we were away. Both species were caught digging at the spot and one opossum carried something away and ate it, but I can’t tell what it was in the video. I thought maybe a yellow-jacket’s nest was dug up, but I can’t find any evidence on the ground.

–Opossum chase and a standoff near the place that they and raccoons had been digging

The cameras caught some unusual behavior in our absence – coyotes out during the daylight. In fact, coyotes appeared 5 days in a row during the day on two different cameras (and have appeared again since we have returned – the second clip). I guess they may have young that need feeding and so they are abandoning their usual caution and venturing forth during the day to find food.

–A rare daytime appearance by a coyote

–Coyote pair out in daylight

In addition to some quick clips of the first fawn of the season, the big highlight from the trail cams involved a long series of clips of an immature Red-tailed Hawk that landed on the tree coming from the opossums root ball den site.

–An immature Red-tailed Hawk lands on the log, much to the dismay of local squirrels barking in the background

–The hawk seems content to sit and preen in spite of the concerned local residents

But one squirrel isn’t having it and seemingly decides to challenge the hawk. There are a few clips where the squirrel approaches the predator on the tree, but maybe it realizes a standing hawk is no threat compared to one in the air.

–A brave (or stupid) squirrel comes toward the hawk, who seems puzzled at the intrusion

Finally, after several minutes of footage, the hawk walks off. Check out the blood stain on its feathers. I am hoping that is from a prey item (perhaps a brave, or stupid, squirrel) and not an injury.

–The hawk strides by the camera, taking a nice selfie in the process

The next few posts will give some of the highlights of our recent road trip out west (and surprisingly, this time the road did not lead to Yellowstone!).

May Days

I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.

~Smokey Robinson

May is chasing April as my favorite month of the year…and it’s a close race. Though we have been really busy here, things are happening that keep bringing my attention back to the marvels of the natural world right here in our own backyard (we are very lucky to have such a nice “backyard”). Here is a smorgasbord of highlights from the past week.

The birds have been amazing…so many new arrivals as well as long-time residents making appearances or singing from the treetops. One of my favorites is the stunningly beautiful male Rose-breasted Grosbeak. They usually pass through for a couple of weeks every spring and fall during their migration. They were about a week late this spring, but now a few (the past couple of years we have had many more it seems) are at the sunflower feeders every day.

-Male Rose-breasted Grosbeak (click photos to enlarge)

My usual morning coffee chair looks out into the front yard and there always seems to be some activity that catches my eye. Friday morning the resident Red-shouldered Hawk landed in our Pinxter Azalea to watch over one of the water gardens, no doubt hoping for a frog breakfast. The hawk eyed the pond for about 40 minutes but never dove in to secure a meal, but at least I enjoyed watching it patiently survey the scene.

-Red-shouldered Hawk intently watching the area around one of the wildlife pools

Since our BugFest event last September, I have had a few moth pupae in a cage waiting for something to emerge months later. So far, there has been one small moth, several Tachinid flies (parasitoids of various butterflies and moths), and this jewel that emerged yesterday, a gorgeous Virginia Creeper Sphinx Moth.

-Virginia Creeper Sphinx Moth being released after it emerged yesterday

A human highlight has been the completion of a new seating arrangement for our fire ring. After going through two sets of huge tree trunk seats over the past several years, I decided to come up with another solution (when the Pileated Woodpecker starts hammering at your fire ring seats, you know its time to change them). Melissa spotted an interesting alternative online when a neighbor posted photos of their home for sale…they had used gabion cages (wire mesh cages filled with rocks) for the legs of their outdoor benches. Well, if there is one thing we have plenty of on our property, it’s rocks. A trip to the local farm store ended up with some goat fencing and hog rings and after a lot of work on some old boards found in my folks’ barn, we have some new seats (and after a lot of rock gathering of course). I must say, they are challenging my by-the-window chair as a favorite morning coffee spot. Wherever you are, be sure to get out and enjoy these beautiful days of May.

-The new fire ring benches with gabion cages for legs

What’s in a Name?

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.

~Oscar Wilde

I enjoy cold winter days as I tend to pay more attention to the little things in our woods like patterns, surprise colors, and living things that I sometimes pay less attention to in warmer months when birds, insects, and flowers seem to always demand my attention. Mosses, lichens, slime molds, and fungi suddenly take more prominence (although they really deserve our appreciation all year).

This has been a good season for fungi in our woods, and one group, in particular, really caught my eye. In November, I spotted several clusters of round white blobs on downed trees or the mulch in our yard. As Fall progressed, I began to recognize them as puffballs, so named for their spore dispersal mechanism. As they dry, they develop splits on the surface and any physical disturbance, such as raindrops, the tap of a finger, or an accidental footstep, will send clouds of brownish spores up in a tiny billow of “smoke”. I photographed one on a pathway in our yard back in November and again right before the holidays. Below are the photos and a short video of the spores being released.

A cluster of Wolf-fart Puffballs in our yard in early November (click photos to enlarge)

The same cluster in December

When I came across some drying puffballs in the woods a couple of weeks ago, I couldn’t resist making puffball smoke by gently poking them with my finger. Here’s a slo-mo clip of puffballs doing their thing.

— A slow motion video of what happens when you touch ripe puffballs

Thinking I might want to post this, I decided to learn more about these unusual fungi. When I put the photo in SEEK, the all-things-natural identification app, I loved the common name that came up – Wolf-fart Puffballs. Yep, that’s what I said, wolf fart. The scientific name is Lycoperdon pyriforme. It turns out the translation of that name defines the common name – “Lyco” means wolf in Greek; “perdon” means to break wind. Together, they mean wolf fart! People understand how the word fart came to be favored given the visible puff that comes up when one is touched, but why the association of wolves? Who knows. And “pyriforme” means pear-shaped referring to the shape of some of the structures.

After laying next to a clump to get the ground level video, and having a breeze blow some of the spores my way, I thought that perhaps it is not a good idea to breathe in the spores. And with some research I discovered that I was right! If you inhale large numbers of spores you may suffer from respiratory problems. But, medical experts say it requires inhaling a large quantity of spores to show any signs of lung distress, so I suffered no ill consequences.

As always, I am amazed at the wonders just outside our door. Take some walks this winter and see what catches your eye.

Ice Art

Ice has a social life. Its changeability shapes the culture, language and stories of those who live near it!

~Robert Macfarlane

I went for a walk in our cold woods on Monday and came across some remnant ice patterns left from a combination of heavy rain followed by frigid temperatures while we were away for the holiday. Our little creek is a wet weather stream, usually only flowing after abundant rain in winter when most of the trees lining the creek bed are dormant.

Our now dry stream bed held onto some beautiful ice sculptures for a few days after the rains (click photos to enlarge)

It looked a bit odd to see ice art in a dry stream bed. There was even a perched ice shelf over a depression that had held a foot of water only a few days before. With the warming temperatures, the intricate ice patterns are retreating, leaving only memories of the ephemeral beauty they added to our woods. I’m glad I was able to enjoy them for a day at least…

Ice columns on rootlets where a small waterfall forms after heavy rains

A shelf of ice suspended almost a foot above a now dry pool

I held the phone underneath the ice shelf and took a photo up through the ice to capture the tree outlines above

Self portrait from below the ice shelf (the least glamorous photo of the day)

The Birds Are Back

Many people think of winter as bereft of birds after autumn migrations, but in fact this can be a bountiful season for bird-watchers.

~Val Cunningham

It is the time of year when I yearn to be with the birds of Pungo. There is something magical about their abundance, their flight, and their sounds. And the cast of characters that accompany them is pretty great too. So, this past week, I headed east early one morning to eventually meet up with some friends of a friend to show them some of the wonders of our coastal refuges in winter.

I arrived early on Monday and spotted some activity on the far side of the crop fields at the entrance to the Pungo Unit of Pocosin Lakes National Wildlife Refuge. Snow Geese! I drove over and pulled in slowly so as to not spook the feeding flock. To my delight, I was the only human present (a true rarity these days).

I stayed in my vehicle (most wildlife seem to prefer that behavior from us humans, but few of us abide their wishes). The sounds of a feeding flock of Snow Geese are raucous and somewhat mechanical, like a feathered combine moving through a field. The flock jumped up a time or two as they always seem to do (I am amazed at how they manage their energy budget with all this jumping up, flying in circles, landing, repeat).

— Snow Geese circle a field at the Pungo Unit of Pocosin Lakes NWR

A wall of wings as part of the flock circles the field (click photos to enlarge)

I sat alone with the birds for a good 15 minutes before another vehicle pulled up. The driver got out and set up his tripod and camera and the birds started moving away.

A diminutive Ross’ Goose at the edge of the flock

Suddenly, a large portion of the flock blasted off, filling the sky with wing beats and a “chorus” of their nasal honks, one of the loudest sounds you encounter in winter bird watching. The flock headed back to the safety of the lake, and just like that, the scene was quiet, with only a handful of American Robins flitting across the field.

This happens often it seems, I arrive before friends, and Pungo puts on a show, and I have to say, you should’ve been here… For the next two hours, I drove the refuge roads, shared by only two other cars. Perhaps because of that, I managed a couple of nice wildlife photography opportunities of often secretive birds – a Red-shouldered Hawk and the ever-elusive Belted Kingfisher.

An adult Red-shouldered Hawk perched along one the roadside canals, searching the edges for a meal

A female (note the rust-colored breast band, males lack this) Belted Kingfisher cooperated for several quick images before darting off and scolding me with her rattling call.

My crew arrived before lunch and we set off to see what we could see. Along the edge of D-canal was a lone Tundra Swan, sitting on the bank. It had not moved all morning so is undoubtedly injured or sick (it was in the same spot the next day as well). Its fate is most likely to serve as food for the likes of the two Bald Eagles I had seen nearby at first light.

A sick or injured Tundra Swan along a roadside canal

Driving toward Marsh A to view the swans, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye and backed up to see a huge ball of gray fur on a snag in the swamp. I was very light-colored and had its head and tail hidden, so I opened my car door and got out to get a better view. A very fat Raccoon raised its head, gave me that look, and disappeared into a hollow below its perch. I apologized for disturbing its sleep and we moved on.

A sleepy Raccoon awakes from its bed atop a tree snag and crawls into a hole on the side of the tree

The afternoon was spent on “Bear Road”. I was surprised to find only one car parked at the gate, an increasingly unusual occurrence these days.

Searching the fields for bears

Another beautiful sky at Pungo

We walked past two photographers standing near the corn, waiting for bears to come out. We moved down toward the “tree tunnel” and suddenly, out pops a bear. She came out of the woods, slowly walked across the grassy road and headed into the field, a ritual she has no doubt done countless times in her life. Seconds later, two cautious cubs followed. One had an unusual injury to its left flank, something I had seen posted earlier on social media. That one moved a bit awkwardly but managed to keep up with its bigger sibling. I hope the little guy recovers

A large sow bear comes out of the woods, crosses Bear Road, and heads into the adjacent corn field for dinner, giving our group a glance before disappearing into the cornstalks

Two cubs followed their mother into the corn field. The smaller one has an injured hind quarter.

It turned out to be a very beary afternoon and when it was over, we had counted 13 bears! On the way out, I saw the Snow Geese feeding in the same field as that morning, so we pulled over and watched and listened to them for a few minutes before they blasted off, circled, and flew off toward the lake for the evening.

After a great afternoon of wildlife watching, we headed to the nearby town of Belhaven for a wonderful dinner at Spoon River. Check it out if you are in the area. The next morning, we were back at Pungo for sunrise. The developing pink sky and the soft coos (plus a few loud calls) of a few thousand Tundra Swans is a great way to start your day.

— A peaceful sunrise at Pungo with swans calling

The Snow Geese flew off the lake about 7:30 a.m. so we headed out to the front fields in hopes of witnessing the show. But, they fooled me and apparently had flown elsewhere, off the refuge, for their morning meal.

Next stop was Mattamuskeet NWR, where we saw thousands of ducks (mainly Northern Pintails) in the impoundment. It was a duck hunt day on the refuge, so a portion of Wildlife Drive across the canal was closed until early afternoon, so we spent some time in the wonderful Visitor Center and drove the open portion of the road, searching for birds. A highlight was a pair of Anhinga resting on a fallen tree in the canal. It is becoming more commonplace to spot a few of these impressive birds on this refuge every winter. The Cornell website, All About Birds, shares that the name, Anhinga, comes from the Tupi Indians in Brazil, meaning “devil bird” or “evil spirit of the woods.” But, I find them to be elegant as opposed to devilish, and very adept at hunting fish with their dagger-like bills.

One of two Anhinga we spotted perched on a downed tree in a roadside canal at Mattamuskeet

Driving on Hwy 94 north of Mattamuskeet, we spotted two more bears, bringing our total for the trip to 15. Our last stop was going to be Pettigrew State Park. On the way we passed through the small town of Creswell, and, to my surprise, there was a new coffee shop in town, Big Blue 252. I made a quick stop and we went in for some delicious coffee and pastries. This will definitely change my itinerary on future trips as good coffee is important on long days in the field (and is hard to come by in these parts). I normally don’t promote businesses in my blog, but, this is an exciting find and the owner, Alfreda, is great. Check it out if you are in the area.

My new go-to place when in the vicinity of Pettigrew State Park

And I was so excited by this find, that I didn’t even see a new small restaurant that has opened up across the street until we pulled away. These new businesses will make my stays in bear and bird country all the more enjoyable.

All in all, a great couple of days in my favorite public lands in North Carolina. Great birds, lots of bears, and good friends (and coffee!!). Wishing you all a wonderful holiday and hoping you have a chance to get outside and enjoy the beauty of a winter day, wherever you may find yourself this week.

December in the Woods

Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.

~William Wordsworth

I’m trying to get into our woods every few days to see the changes that are occurring as autumn transitions to the bones of winter. The big change this week was the sudden accumulation of oak leaves on the forest floor. It seems they all fell at once, carpeting the ground in a crunchy brown rug. Meanwhile, the trail cameras are still getting lots of deer videos, but the rut has quieted and things are not as frantic as a few weeks ago. Here are a couple of forest vignettes from this past week…

— Our family of Raccoons (I believe it is a mother and three youngsters that are now about as big as she is) continue to dig up the leaf litter every night. They have a regular path they follow, grubbing around for who knows what (worms, grubs, other insects, acorns??).

— This young buck is curious about the camera. He has a somewhat irregular set of antlers.

— This majestic buck has appeared on a few video clips during the rut. I think it is a 9-pointer (the antler spread is greater than the 8-pointer I regularly see on the trail cameras).

I’ve noticed a lot of variation in the antler size and shape in our deer herd. White-tailed Deer typically have fairly symmetrical antlers with an equal size, spacing, and number of points on both sides. But, so-called atypical antlers, are not uncommon. The young buck in the video shows a strange bend on one side and some waviness in the point of its antler. I can’t tell from the video if a point was broken or it is just an odd shape. Antler deformities can occur in three major ways: injuries to the pedicel (the antler growing base attached to the skull); injuries to the antler when it is in velvet (the soft, hair-like membrane rich in blood that covers the antlers during their growth phase in spring and summer); or leg injuries. This last one caught me by surprise when I read it. Apparently, the mechanism for the relationship between leg injuries and antler deformation is not well known, but scientists think it may be the result of reallocation of nutrients from antler growth to healing the bone in a leg injury. Oddly, an injury (such as a car collision) to a front left leg can cause a deformity in the left antler, but an injury to a left rear leg may result in the right antler being misshapen. Observing our wild neighbors always seems to bring up more questions and the resulting online searches usually reveal many surprises.