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Once again I find myself apologising for not posting much on my blog I did intend to upload a full blog post today, but I have run out of time (and daylight) and hence don't have much to offer except an exceptionally wet stock dove!
This poor bird and its companion were sheltering in the magnolia in the front garden a few days ago during a major downpour. Fortunately, most of the week has been dry, if somewhat windy, and I have enjoyed walks after dark...but sans camera of course, because though I can with extreme difficulty get after dark photos of the foxes in the garden, doing that out on the roads is a task too far
The woods are just stunning right now with the autumn colours putting on a fine display, but I haven't had an opportunity to photograph them. I'll have to rectify that.
But not just yet, as I'm off to Canada tomorrow morning This is the land of the cougar, and I'm not taking the trail cam with me this time. I don't usually upload sketches like this on my blog but anyone who remembers this debacle, and shares my anarchic sense of humour, might like this
Anyway, I hope I'll be able to drop in on Opera from Alberta. If not, I'll probably have plenty of stories to tell upon my return on the 19th. Right now, it looks cold but clear, and the bears haven't settled down for their winter sleep yet. With a bit of luck, I might catch the golden eagle migration too.
Party just below Firstly today when I left Canada last October I quoted Leopald's famous remark that having an ecological education means living in a world of wounds. But even he surely did not expect the educators themselves to deliberately add to the problems.
The University of Alberta, based in Edmonton, has come up with a plan to shoot all wolf pups and yearlings in four packs near Rocky Mountain House (including wolves that use Banff and southern Jasper) and sterilise the alpha pairs in a five year experiment. The goal is to see whether crushing the wolf population will increase the number of elk that can be shot by human sport hunters; the fact that wolves are the cornerstone for the mountain ecosystem and their reduced numbers will cause long-lasting ecological damage doesn't seem bother the Alberta government too much.
I rarely put links to petitions on here but this situation is unfortunately very important, as Alberta is hoping that, if it "works" (ie if elk hunting can be increased) then it might be possible to do it to wolves all over the place. And in large areas of the province, they're barely hanging onto survival as it is. This petition link was sent to me yesterday. It includes an option to appear anonymous on the web and I would very grateful to anyone takes the time to sign it. I feel pretty stressed about all this __
But all is not so dark in the garden. In fact, it's really quite bright and cheerful out there. Especially as I finally got a chance to confirm that yellowhammers are (almost) the same colour as daffodils!
I didn't need to confirm that robins are posers, but I was happy that this one landed right in front of me when I already had the camera set up!
But it wasn't just the regulars out there today I was delighted to see a certain something land in the walnut tree. Shy it was
But it became a little bolder
And sampled the suet!
A female great spotted woodpecker! I hope she was satisfied with her visit and adopts us.
As for the foxes, the Old Dogfox and the SV are visiting as usual, and I saw the Chipped Vixen last night. However, I was astonished to see a small ginger vixen with a scruffy brush trotting speedily about the garden this afternoon. I wonder if she can possibly have come back!
No fox pictures today, so here's a couple from my last photo session with the SV, a few days back.
Yet another cold, cloudy and incredibly wet day. I haven't seen any foxes at all, but that's probably because I haven't been out much
Photo opportunities are sparse in weather like this. I'd much rather a snowy day with clear skies, but that doesn't seem to be on the horizon right now. Anyway, I took the opportunity to work on a special project. I've compiled various fox photos and video clips to make a movie illustrating a few fox facts and also looking their "language" I hope you enjoy it.
It was quite interesting for me to look back through the old movies. The Old Dogfox was so prominent then, but the Survivor Vixen caught my attention more. Seeing her in terrible condition with mange was a second startling reminder of how effective proper treatment is for this disease. (The first was Words' recent post.) I was also reminded of her strange brush shape in the distant past, when her fur had only partly grown back. It looked like a real painting brush - a thin tail topped by the most enormous tip!
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I've also used this time to have another look at the close on 1,000 pictures I took in southern Alberta last June. Some got on here; others found their way into albums, but the majority never saw the light of day at all
So, six months later here are some more creatures of the great lone land.
Grasshopper sparrow (at least...North American sparrows are hard to ID with complete certainity)
Eastern kingbird
Western kingbird
White-tailed deer: you watch my back, I'll watch yours
I am standing on the crown of Whistlers Mountain, its talus-covered shoulders, animated by inquisitive hoary marmots, spread out behind me. A raven has landed on the roof of the cable-car station and stares out silently into the impending dusk. At the mountain's foot, the Miette, Maligne and Athabasca Valleys combine, and around them rises Canada's greatest splendour: the sheer flanks of the Colin Range, the dazzing peaks of the Victoria Cross, Pyramid Mountain with the lakes in its shadow. Above them all, mighty Mt Robson, far away across the continental divide, stands glowing in the half-light - an intimidating triangular giant visible from Whistlers only once or twice each year.
Never was perfection in nature so apparent; never did the bane of the mountains appear so innocuous. From 3000 feet above the valley floor, a rumble still echoes from Highway 16, but it is weak, and easily forgotten in the beauty of the high alpine. It is but a narrow ribbon of death, curving through the Athabasca Valley and on to Edmonton amd Prince Rupert. There are many people who would prefer visitors to think no more of it, and to quiet complaints over what it truly represents.
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Jasper is the jewel of the Rockies, but its beauty is tarnished.
The brevity of the road's life is hard to grasp. Grey wolves entered this land long before any humans did so, thousands of centuries before the car was conceived. In the western prairies they must have encountered dire wolves and other now-extinct rivals; the ecological relationships of the distant past are not simple to unravel.
We see well enough how they interact with wildlife now. The aspens are overgrazed by elk in the wolf's absence; the beavers decline in consequence. The ponds that beavers build provide habitat for moose and many small creatures. The bison that wolves hunt - where there are still bison - provide carrion for grizzlies. Their predation upon elk feeds fifty other species, including lynx and eagles. Before grey wolves were eradicated from the prairies, they limited coyote populations, providing a safety net for the now virtually extinct red wolf. There is probably more that we are yet to discover.
Jasper was turned into a national park - Canada's largest fully protected one - in 1907. In 1911, the railroad came. It was not until 1970 that the Yellowhead (H16) Inter-Provincial Highway was officially opened, even though much of the original work was done by Japanese slave labour doing World War II. Tourism drove all, but this is not a park road like the Icefield Parkway. It is a commercial thoroughfare, and many of those who use it do not care for the park.
In early 2004, two wolves from the West Highway Pack died on H16. On the 30th June, the night after the perfection of Whistlers, a yearling from the Signal Mountain Pack tried to cross the highway and was killed by the person driving the car ahead of mine. On September 18th, an adult male from the same pack was hit by the Snaring Bridge, and on the 24th another wolf was run down and its carcass poached near Talbot Lake. In October, a puppy from the Devona pack was killed. At least one other pup died on the road before the end of the year and yet another was run down by a train. Bears, elk, deer, coyotes, sheep - they all die on that road, one large mammal recorded every three days on average.
The official mortality report of one of these accidents documents how the surviving wolves reacted to the death of their companion. They are highly intelligent and complex animals, with a pronounced ability to reason, and the suffering caused by this needless bloodbath is immense.
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In May this year, I went back to H16 and saw the skid marks on the road marking the site of the old accidents; nothing has really changed. Wolves still die there.
H16 must be made safer and the ecological integrity of the valley restored. Unfortunately, the federal government does not view funding parks as a priority. The wardens struggle with ancient equipment and the facilities fall into decline - too few resources, too many tourists. What we need are proper "green bridges" and tunnels to shepherd animals safely across the valley. Banff has them; Jasper does not.
What the government will not do, we can - to some degree. Wildlife is dying on roads around the world at a rate so horrifying that we can hardly even begin to understand the long term affect on natural selection and habitat connectivity. We need to drive; that is part of our modern culture. But we need much more of an emphasis on wildlife-friendly driving. We can all try to look harder and drive more carefully, and to carry rescue groups' details on our cellphones / mobiles so that we can call for help when accidents are witnessed. Scanning the verges ahead and being aware of eyeshine after dark - and staying well within posted speed limits - can assist greatly.
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What do I see? I see a huge challenge, but I also see some hope.
I see reasons why the battle is worthwhile. From foxes in Algonquin to grizzlies on the west coast, here's the best of the North American carnivores which I and my family have filmed over the past seven years.