Sunday, March 17, 2019

Spring Snow

I know that the first day of spring isn't quite here,
it's still two days' away.
That didn't stop fresh snow from falling in the mountains!

All the mountain scenes in this posting are thanks to a lovely early birthday treat
from my son who came over from Canada to visit his family and friends.

We spent a night in a beautiful hotel with a spa.
The Lavey Spa Centre is situated in the Rhône Valley surrounded by mountains.
Here are some of the warm thermal water pools.
The water from the baths comes from the hottest spring of Switzerland
(33° - 36°C).
It is caught in great depth, up to 600 metres, near the baths.

If you look up into a small snowy plateau on the mountain side,
you can see a little hamlet and the steeple of a church.
On the day of our arrival, we both had a massage at the spa centre
and then enjoyed swimming in the pools as it was snowing on our heads!
I like the Hammam very much which is steamy and perfumed with essential oils
which clears the lungs and respiratory system.

The centre under a deep blue sky at night.
I went here some years' ago with a girl friend on the longest day of the year
and we swam under the stars until midnight!

This lovely golden scene was taken from my hotel room at the spa.
This was the first sun of the morning, around 6.30 am which illuminated the peaks
in a golden light.

The new day brought us bright blue skies which contrasted so beautifully with the fresh snow.

The sun hadn't yet reached the foreground.

The branches are still bare, but tiny buds are swelling and getting ready
to burst open at that time when the temperatures rise over a certain amount of time.

This is the lovely Georgia O'Keeffe picture in my hotel room.


This metal statue is at the entrance to the Spa Centre.

I sat in the waiting area drinking herbal teas and waiting to be called.
I had chosen an Alpine salt scrub followed by a back massage done with shells
and heated oil!

We did several lovely walks in the hotel's park and beyond until we reached a waterfall.
This is a fun reflection I took in one of the metal deforming structures.
You can see part of the hotel in the background.

The water from a waterfall travels down to the Rhône River below.

The level of the water is very low at this time of the year.
We have had little rain and the snow has not yet melted.

In the late spring and early summer, you can hear the water
rushing noisily over the rocks.

A last look at this beautiful mountain range covered in fresh snow.

What a lovely early birthday treat and some quality time spent with my son.
A visit to remember!

I came here with my daughter for the day last autumn,
to celebrate her birthday!


Thursday, March 14, 2019

Boreal Owl

Very Rare Owl to New Brunswick

Boreal Owl
The Boreal Owl (Aegolius funereus) is a very rare owl to see in New Brunswick.  It does inhabit areas north of us but rarely comes this far south.  Never-the-less it is good to know its characteristics in case we come across one sometime.  The Boreal Owl is an Aegolius owl, a species to which the Northern Saw-whet Owl also belongs.  It is easy to tell they are cousins because they look a lot alike. 

Where does the Boreal Owl live?  It normally inhabits Newfoundland, Labrador and the northern areas of Quebec, Ontario and westward to Alaska.  It also ranges in mountainous areas in the western mountains southward into the north-western US.  It is a holarctic species and exists in Scandinavia, Russia and eastward.  It rarely is found in the northern parts of the United Kingdom.  In Europe this species is known as the Tengmalm's Owl.  It has this name in Europe because it is named after the Swedish naturalist, Peter Gustaf Tengmalm.

The Boreal Owl is 25 cm/10 in  long so is very tiny.  For comparison, the Northern Saw-whet is 20 cm/8 in long.  It is more dark chocolate brown in colour than the saw-whet which is more reddish brown.  The Boreal Owl has round spots on its forehead which is a key distinguishing feature to tell it from the saw-whet which has streaks on its forehead.  The Boreal has gray facial disks with a dark border compared to the saw-whet which has a buffy colour in the facial disks and no dark borders to the disks.  The young of each species are similar but the Boreal juvenile is much darker brown with little or no rufous brown.  They both have white eyebrows.  The juveniles of both of these species are shockingly different looking from the adults.  

Boreal Owl
The Boreal Owl is strictly nocturnal and prefers the boreal forest or mixed coniferous forest.  It roosts during the day in thick coniferous trees usually close to the trunk.  It feeds mainly on small rodents but occasionally takes small birds, amphibians and insects.  It hunts from low branches and takes its prey usually with a single glide from its perch.  This species nests in abandoned woodpecker holes in trees.  It occasionally will use a nest box.  When prey is scarce in its normal range, usually the females will fly southward looking for better habitat.  Juveniles disperse widely.  The photos above were taken by me in November, 2003, when just that happened.  A Boreal Owl wandered from the north to find a better living here.  Unfortunately it was so spent when it arrived it succumbed shortly after its arrival.  

Records for the appearance of this species in NB are from anywhere in the province and usually from October to March.  There was an invasion in the winter of 1922-23 and thereafter it bred on Grand Manan until the 1940s.  The Breeding Bird Atlas of the 1980s indicated it may be breeding on Miscou Island.  It certainly should be looked for in coniferous forest of the north of the province even today.

Boreal Owl [Internet Photo]
This owl, being so small, is definitely difficult to find even when it is present.  It is best located by its voice at night.  Birders will recognize its voice as being the first of the play series used for the owl survey.  It is also on the 'mobbing tape' known to many of our birders.  If you happen to see a very small owl, take a good look at its forehead and facial disks to see if you are lucky enough to find a Boreal Owl.  Good luck!

Short-eared Owls

A short-eared owl courses low over grasslands in a reclaimed stripmine in eastern Ohio. It and three comrades were mousing, or perhaps more accurately, "vole'ing".

The short-eared owl is one of my favorite birds. Everything about them is cool. Their looks, behavior, and even the vocalizations. Last Monday I ventured to some "reclaimed" strip-mine grasslands in eastern Ohio that have been hosting a handful of these open country owls. Whenever opportunity allows, I'll go out of my way to commune with short-ears, and I got to do a lot of that on this day.

Quite often, short-ear owls don't take wing until dusk, and often so late that it's nearly dark. On such days, the viewing window is short, and what there is, is dim and shadowed. Not this day. The owls emerged around 5 pm and alternately rested on fence posts or the ground, or actively hunted, giving me a few hours of daylight to observe them.

I have noticed that short-ears seem antisocial and irascible, but this churlishness adds to their charm. If two owls come near one another, a spat is likely to erupt. Ditto for any northern harrier that ventures by, and these two raptors are frequently hunting companions in the same meadows. When an agonistic interaction occurs, the owls will rapidly fly at one another like giant enraged moths, barking like terrier dogs. Sometimes you'll hear the strident yips before spotting the dueling birds.
One perk of being in the presence of short-eared owls is having the opportunity to photograph them. Making good shots is often not easy, in large part because of poor light at or near dusk. The light in this situation was okay. By the time the owls commenced flying, the blue skies of earlier had clouded over to the all too common white skies found in Ohio. While I used to hate white skies as a backdrop for birds, I've come to rethink that stance. Sometimes raptors, cranes, waterfowl and other species can be portrayed quite pleasingly against such backdrops.

At times, short-eared owls will soar and circle high in the air, and that's what the animal in the image above was doing. I was tracking him with my tripod-mounted telephoto as he came ever closer. There's a tip for shooting flying birds: pick up and lock focus on your subject as far out as possible - even when it's still out of range - and grab the subject using AI servo tracking mode, then when the quarry comes into range (if it does), start firing away.

Some amount of positive exposure compensation is required for birds against a pale backdrop, and that's what I did here. The latter shot was made with the tripod-mounted (Gitzo, with Wimberly head) Canon 5DSR and Canon 800mm f/5.6 lens. The camera was in manual mode, wide-open at f/5.6, and 1/1250 shutter speed. ISO was 1000, and in Auto ISO mode. Manual Mode and Auto ISO are by far my favorite bird settings. I want to be able to alter both shutter speed and aperture instantly, but do not want to worry about manually manipulating the ISO. As the latter is always displayed in my view finder, I can quickly rein it in if need be by opening the aperture and/or slowing the shutter speed. In the case of this shot, I didn't want to go any lower than 1/1250 because I know from experience that if I dip below that my percentage of sharp shots of flying birds will suffer. I had nowhere to go on the aperture, as f/5.6 is wide open on that lens. So, given the less than optimal light I had to settle for ISO 1000 - a bit over what I prefer but not too bad.


Thursday, March 7, 2019

When March is Being Moody

Blue skies

and blossom

Lavender Pomander still life on the grey, windy days

Strawberries and cream coloured roses
which help us be patient for the spring flowers just starting to push out of the earth.

They last a whole week and
I love them at all stages.

Next came some tulips
illuminated in the morning sun shining on my round table by the window.

An explosion of petals

and shadowy centres

I bought some primroses for a window box on my balcony.
Gorgeous sunshine yellow

and soft peachy petals .

Two little fairies plan their day

and flowing petals in soft shades of grey.

March is changeable
and has many moods.
Never a dull moment in each single day!

Bald Eagle

Great Comeback Story

Bald Eagle Adult

The Bald Eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus)  has made a fabulous comeback in population numbers since its precipitous low in the 1950s to 1970s.  Its population was in severe decline when scientists discovered the effects of DDT on bird species.  It was discovered that DDT was softening the shells of birds' eggs and eggs were breaking in the nests of large birds causing widespread nest failures and subsequent population declines.  I remember when it was rare to see an eagle.  I remember how happy I was in the early 1970s to see the first Bald Eagle on my sector of the Fredericton Christmas Bird Count.  The species was declared endangered in 1976 and then upgraded to regionally endangered in 1996.  Now we have Bald Eagles flying around our property every day all year long.  The species is more numerous along the St. John River and southern coast but is increasing all over the province.  They are a majestic bird and we are lucky to have them.

Bald Eagle Adult
Adult male and female Bald Eagles look the same.  The female, however, is usually larger.  Their large size (79-94 cm/31-37 in) is impressive.  The wing span is unmatched by any other land bird in New Brunswick (178-229 cm/70-90 in).  The Turkey Vulture comes close but is still smaller than the eagle and its head is much smaller and dark rather than white like the eagle.  The adult bald eagle has a very distinctive white head and tail, a blackish-brown body and very bright yellow bill and feet.  It's eye is a piercing cool yellow.  If you are ever lucky enough to get close to this species you will be amazed at just how large it really is.  

Bald Eagles build huge stick nests in the top of a large tree near water.  Two or three eggs are laid and both adults incubate the eggs for 35 days.  Young leave the nest at around 10-12 weeks of age.  They are fed by the adults for the next year.  We often see young eagles chirping and 'whining' after adults looking for a meal.  They are a vocal species and we enjoy hearing their shrill, high-pitched chittering sounds. 
 
Bald Eagle Nest
It takes a bald eagle 5 years to become an adult.  The juvenile is all dark and the successive stages go through mottling on the wings, body and tail until they attain their adult plumage.  

Bald Eagle Juvenile
The photo above shows a juvenile bird with an all-dark body and wings.  The photo below shows a  second-year bird with significant white showing on its breast.  The eye has turned a greyish-brown or whitish and some mottling is just peaking through on its back.  It shows the beginning of a whitish superciliary line.

Bald Eagle Second Year
The Bald Eagle eats fish, carrion, waterfowl, small mammals, amphibians, reptiles and roadkill.  They frequent open water in winter and garbage dumps.  They are opportunists and often try to steal food from other species.  

Bald Eagles can live to be 40 years of age in the wild and longer in captivity.  The 'bald' in its name means white.  It certainly is not featherless on its head.  The original meaning of 'bald' was white.  The Bald Eagle is an important species to the First Nations people of New Brunswick.  Their feathers have spiritual significance.  The Bald Eagle became the symbol of the USA in 1782.
The Bald Eagle is one of our most interesting species of birds.

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

In the Footsteps of Conant: Herping Ohio’s Hill Country/Guest blog by Ryan Wagner

NOTE: The following piece is a guest blog written by Ryan Wagner, a student at Ohio University studying Wildlife Biology and Conservation. He is an exceedingly good naturalist, with a special appreciation for the scaly crowd as we shall see. Ryan is also a superb photographer - his images speak for themselves. It's a pleasure to host some of his work here, and please visit his "Field Life" blog to see much more of Ryan's work.

In the Footsteps of Conant: Herping Ohio’s Hill Country

“Also, there were many objects to overturn, and there was always the chance of finding something unusual beneath any log or rock. Springs and both clear and muddy streams abounded. In short, there was a great variety of habitats to be explored. The net result was that we probably spent more man hours in the hill country than in any other part of the state. Southeastern Ohio was unquestionably our favorite collecting area.”

—Roger Conant
Herpetology in Ohio—50 Years Ago

Northern Red-bellied Snake.

Gravel crunched under our tires as we pulled off Route 50 onto the first backroad of the day.  The morning sun was already beginning to bake away any evidence of last nights rain, but by midday, our sweat-stained shirts and hair would look as if a storm had caught us by surprise.  My backpack held two full water bottles, a tablet of dissolved electrolytes in each.  A third and a fourth were stashed below the rear seat next to Carls water-filled orange juice containers.  Neither of us wanted to tempt fate by running out of water in the heat of Ohio's Hill Country.

As we pulled to a stop along the roadside, the fluttering hum of cicadas died down and the air hung still for a moment as if the forest was waiting to inhale.  I grabbed my snake stick from the bed of the truck as Carl slipped his backpack over his head.  We both knew the drill.  The hillsides all around us held promise of snakes, lizards, and turtles hidden below cover.

Eastern Black Kingsnake.

During each of our treks into Ohios backwoods, I cant help but feel we are a small instance of history repeating itself.  Just shy of a century ago, Roger Conant might have hiked these very same hillsides and ravines.  In the 1930s, Conant was the first to attempt an exhaustive survey of Ohios reptile diversity (an undertaking sorely in need of updating since the previous survey by Kirtland in 1838).  During his six years as Curator of Reptiles at the Toledo Zoo, he would eventually make it to 87 of Ohios 88 counties, drive some 41,000 miles, collect countless voucher specimens, and publish his collective work in The Reptiles of Ohio in 1938. 

Weekends were Conants designated field days.  He would travel from his home base in Toledo, accompanied by a small and variable band of zoo colleagues, local naturalists, and a few wide-eyed teenagers, all eager to indulge their persistent childhood urges to catch the scaly and slimy.  The crew would pack snake bags and collecting jars into Rogers 1931 Chevy and set out for the unknown.  Their findings were quintessential, helping to verify species records and contributing to the states first range maps.

Eastern Smooth Earthsnake.

Conants work wasn't limited to Ohio alone.  Take down your copy of A Field Guide to Reptiles and Amphibians of Eastern and Central North America and youll find a conspicuous authorship.  For most of us fascinated with reptiles and amphibians (Carl and myself included), this field guide was our ticket into the world of herpetology.  Anyone who herps Ohio today (or anywhere in North America) is indebted to the work of Conant and his colleagues. 

For over 15 years, Carl Brune has spent his free weekends and rainy evenings ‘filling in Conants gaps.  Originally from California, Carl moved to Ohio to teach physics at Ohio University.  He has helped to expand the known ranges of species from copperheads to streamside salamanders, and has even authored two chapters in the Amphibians of Ohio Textbook. 

Northern Copperhead.

I began herping with him in late August 2017.  Growing up in a suburb of Cleveland, reptile diversity was somewhat lacking.  For as long as I can remember, Ive dreamed of seeing the creatures hidden among the rolling hills of Ohios southern counties.  In 2016, I moved to Athens to study Wildlife Biology and Conservation.  By luck or fate, I found myself in the middle of one of Ohios most herpetologically diverse regions.

A map of the physiogeographic regions of Ohio from Conant's The Reptiles of Ohio.

It is no secret that Roger Conant preferred the Hill Country over any of Ohios other physiogeographic regions.  Eleven of the thirty reptile species he documented there were found nowhere else in the state.  The Hill Country encompasses the southeastern third of Ohio and sits on the Unglaciated Allegheny Plateau at the base of the Appalachian Mountains.  Except for the blue grass region, the Hill Country is the only part of Ohio that was free of ice during the Pleistocene.  When the glaciers receded at the end of the last ice age, their melt waters carved out the labyrinth of ravines and hilltops that define the Hill Country of today.

Black Racer.

Before the arrival of Europeans, 95% of Ohio was covered by huge stands of old-growth forest.  Oaks and hickories cloaked the rolling hills and provided habitat for wolves, bison, elk, black bear, and even wolverine.  By the beginning of the 1900s, the states megafauna would be gone, and the forest would be reduced to 10% of its former grandeur.  The trees were cleared for timber and to allow access to the exposed layers of coal, iron, and oil.  Once these natural resources were fully exploited, industry moved on, and the forests were allowed to regrow.  Remnants of old coal towns and iron districts still stand in isolated pockets of the backwoods, totems to this past age.

Northern Ring-necked Snake.

By the 1930s, second-growth had returned to much of southeastern Ohio.  Conant described the state of the forest in his autobiography, “The charm of the hill country lay largely in the fact it was mostly wild in those days.  Agriculture was confined to some of the valleys, and second growth had re-clothed the hillsides and many other areas to the point where the forest had more or less returned to its original climax stage.”  As much as 70% of the Unglaciated Allegheny Plateau is now forested.  Glacial melt waters washed away most of the areas rich soil, sparing the land from agriculture.  Had the soil been more profitable, the Hill Country would likely be a very different place today.
Despite the disappearance of many of Ohios native fauna during this era of rapid and intense deforestation, there have been no documented extinctions for any of Ohios 47 species of reptile or 40 species of amphibian.  Just how and where these fragile creatures survived is something of a mystery.  Logging took place over many decades, and it is possible species found refuge in small, remaining tracts of habitat, recolonizing the surrounding land once the forest had regrown.  Considering the scale of habitat loss that swept through Ohio in the 1800s, it is remarkable any native herpetofauna survived at all.

Black Ratsnake.

One thing is clear, however, Ohios reptiles and amphibians are no strangers to adverse environmental conditions.  A year (or even a day) in Ohio can fluctuate wildly in temperature and weather conditions.  Winter lasts for nearly half the year, forcing ectothermic species to remain inactive for months on end.  Summer is prime herping season, but with midday temperatures easily reaching 90 degrees Fahrenheit in southern Ohio, most species are forced to seek shelter to avoid overheating or desiccating. 

Logs and rocks provide cool, moist places for snakes to hide during the heat of the day.  Nature, however, can be supplemented with a little human ingenuity.  In Conants time, logging operations left behind huge saw dust piles strewn along the steep slopes.  When covered with pieces of hacked-off bark, these damp, sturdy piles provided the perfect escape from the elements.  Conant recounts one exceptionally good find, “a large slab-covered pile in Hocking County yielded a fence lizard, three young broad head skinks, a northern water snake, eleven hatchling black rat snakes, and two juvenile copperheads.”   As mill practices shifted, Conants fruitful saw dust piles became a thing of the past.

Eastern Milksnake.

Today, man-made cover is still important for finding snakes.  Plywood boards and tins scattered throughout the roadsides and hilltops of southern Ohio are easily flipped and are a proven way to find scads of snakes in an otherwise desolate landscape.  Reptiles aren't picky; old pool liners, ratty carpets, deck chairs, smashed televisions, and gas tanks might be an eye sore for most hikers, but for folks like us, theyre a treasure trove.  A good trash pile always gets my blood pumping in anticipation of what might be lurking below.

During the course of our search, Carl and I might flip upwards of 100 pieces of cover and hike ten miles through the ravines and hilltops, all to find a handful of serpents.  Somedays, the snakes are plentiful, others require hours of work to find the most common of species.  There is really no telling where or when a species might turn up; it's often a matter of being in the right place at the right time.

Eastern Wormsnake.

Carl and I have been lucky enough to find more snakes in Ohio than most people will see in their entire lives.  Even where snake populations appear stable, however, the impacts of humans are plainly visible.  Whether it be road mortality, habitat loss, or direct persecution, "snakes engender mighty little sympathy from the general public," a statement that still rings true today.

Conant was well aware that with each decade, more species were pushed closer toward extirpation.  Fifty years after his surveys, Conant lamented that, “many places that once supported thriving colonies of various species have vanished.”  Rattlesnakes, spotted turtles, Kirtlands snakes—species Conant would have commonly encountered in his day—have all but disappeared from most of the state.

Timber Rattlesnake. 

Conant laid the ground work for our modern generation of herpetologists.  It is now up to us to protect the species and populations that remain.  Efforts to mitigate the damage we have done to our natural environment can often seem confusing and convoluted, but I have found there is something very down to earth about the study of reptiles and amphibians.  Even someone unaccustomed to the complex and long-winded jargon of scientific literature might be able to detect a hint of the adventure and mystery only thinly veiled behind tables of snout-vent lengths and scale counts.

Hobby, obsession, the weird cousin of birding, call it what you will, but herping has captivated my life ever since I first opened Roger Conant's field guide.  In a few months time, the snakes, lizards, and turtles will begin to emerge from their frozen retreats. Carl and I will soon be back among the rolling hills of Southern Ohio, flipping logs, boards, and carpets for the secrets hidden beneath.  Only time will tell what we find.

Carl and myself after a day of dip netting for salamanders in 2018.

Ryan Wagner is a student studying Wildlife Biology and Conservation at Ohio University.  He is an avid herper, birder, nature blogger, and wildlife photographer.  You can read more of his articles at ryansweeklywildlife.blogspot.com or follow him on twitter @weeklywildlife.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Guide packed with info to hook Ohio fish enthusiasts

"A Naturalist's Guide to the Fishes of Ohio" (Ohio Biological Survey) 391 pages, $29.95 by Daniel Rice and Brian Zimmerman. For more information, visit: www.ohiobiologicalsurvey.org/pub_highlight or call 614-457-8787

March 3, 2019

NATURE
Jim McCormac

The fascinating underwater world is out of sight and mind to many. Its creatures are masked by a watery cloak, and the game fish tugged from the depths by rod and reel are just the tip of the iceberg of what lurks below.

The new “A Naturalists Guide to the Fishes of Ohio” brings this world to readers in an exceptionally user-friendly way.

Authored by Daniel Rice, the text is lively and informative. Brilliant color photos by his collaborator, Brian Zimmerman, pop from the pages. Virtually all of the fish photos are of live animals caught in the wild, imaged and released.

Both Rice and Zimmerman are veteran fish men, each having spent countless hours exploring nearly every body of water in Ohio. This experience comes through in the book, yet readers are not overwhelmed with technical information that could be deciphered only by an ichthyologist.

It is the simple yet engaging way that this book describes our fishes that helps make it such a treasure. Many such books are heavy-handed tomes packed with information, but are often dull reads and mostly off-limits to the general public. Not so this book, even though it includes everything you’d probably want to know.

The book’s introductory material is rich in information about aquatic habitats, the history of fish conservation and study, a map of Ohio’s major drainages, and a key to fish identification. Want to know the best fish streams in Ohio, the primary threats to fish, how to better observe them, or the top 10 most pollution-tolerant species? Such information, and more, is included.

The meat of the guide is its 170 species accounts, each of which covers two pages. Additionally, 17 one-page accounts cover nonnative fishes and hybrids. The primary accounts are well-organized and include easily interpreted information of interest to readers.

Each species account features a gorgeous color image of the fish in question, showing better detail than if you had it in your hand. Short sections detail identification and similar species, habitat, associate species, spawning and abundance. A perk is “best sites”, featuring the prime locales for the fish in question. Artful maps show, in detail, the fish’s distribution.

A standout of each account is Rice’s introductory text. In about 400 words, he paints an informative overview of the species, including interesting tidbits and factoids that would not be widely known. By doing so, he personalizes the animal in a way that few such books do.

Under each species’ photo is a colored bar that visually interprets the risk of extirpation (local extinction). It ranges from 1 to 10, with the lower end representing species that are secure. The higher the number, the more vulnerable the species is to threats. Although many fishes have declined, we learn that many others have increased dramatically in recent decades, such as bigeye chub, bluebreast darter and smallmouth redhorse.

The “Guide to the Fishes of Ohio” sets a new bar. Although information-rich — it includes about everything anyone would want to know about Ohio fishes — the guide is easy to absorb, infinitely understandable and a treat to peruse. Reading the accounts of species such as dace, darters, and lamprey is sure to fire anyone’s imagination about what lies below the water’s surface. I highly recommend this book.

Naturalist Jim McCormac writes a column for The Dispatch on the first, third and fifth Sundays of the month. He also writes about nature at www.jimmccormac.blogspot.com.