… Wild Wings, er … Other Things.
In between the intermittent bursts of sunshine and raindrops, I have managed to get my steps in, and take some photos as well. Woo hoo, considering how most mornings are about as gray and gloomy as it gets.
So, while my recent cute-and-fuzzy gosling shots are adorable, the rest of the feathered and furry clan of critters are clamoring for equal time in this forum. Well okay, I guess I can’t blame them for that.
This Red Red Robin is not bobbin’, but sittin’ on a nest.
I wonder if it’s the same Robin as last year? Last Spring she built a nest on a low branch. While I didn’t have a bird’s eye view of the happenings inside the nest, on a daily basis I monitored Mama Robin first incubating the eggs and then attending to her hatchlings. We, (Mama Robin and I) even fended off the Red-Winged Blackbird who tried to rob the nest twice while I was right there – once when there were eggs and Mama Robin was off hunting for her breakfast and the next time when Mama was off to get fast food (worms and grubs) for the hatchlings. I raised my voice and waved my arms around to get that bully bird to leave and Mama returned to investigate what the commotion was all about. I watched as she chattered and used her body to knock that large blackbird away from the nest. It was incredible to watch Robin versus Red-Winged Blackbird. The bully bird finally flew off, not successful in his robbery attempt, and Mama Robin was still shook up. I swear I saw her heart pounding behind that bright-red breast. My heart was thumping too Mama.
So, this is a more secluded spot for the Robin nursery, but not an ideal spot for me to monitor – maybe once the chicks poke their beaks into the air?
I’ll keep waiting and watching for the hatchlings’ arrival.
I’ve got swagger and I’m struttin’ my stuff!
And, speak of the Devil, just look at this Red-Winged Blackbird. He has been hanging around all the squirrels’ favorite feeding spots along the perimeter path. He gets pretty animated, hopping from branch to branch when I come along with my bag of peanuts. From his perch in the tree, he will strategize how best to land onto the path and snatch a treat from under the squirrels’ noses, if I don’t favor him with a peanut first.
We usually trade glances, and then he’ll hop to a lower branch to ensure that I see him.
Oh, I will see him alright, but … just in case, he’ll erupt into song. I love the trill of the Red-Winged Blackbird.
He knows he’s caught my eye, so down he goes to the path in a purposeful strut to retrieve the peanut that me, the sucker, just left for him.
The squirrels are still my favorite Park critters with their fun-loving antics.
As you may know the entire perimeter path is two miles long and shaped like a figure eight with the pavilion separating each one-mile loop. There are certain spots that are woodsier than others and thus the squirrels congregate there.
Of course, that doesn’t stop Parker from greeting me at the pavilion area to be first in line for peanuts. My furry pals have got their meet-and-greet-and-pleading-eyes-ritual down pat and one day I fully expect one of them to point to their rumbling tummy … yes, it’s all about them sometimes.
So what’s a few peanuts between friends anyway?
The sun was so welcome and it was definitely a good shadow day – look at Parker checking out his shadow.
This squirrel was gnawing on peanuts from a prior benefactor – all of a sudden he was in awe of something. Well … a peanut for your thoughts Sweetie.
I am sure this peanut pal wanted to ensure I didn’t miss him in case I sprinted over to see the goslings like last week when I bypassed all my furry friends in favor of my feathery friends. I chuckled to myself when I saw this squirrel, eager to impress me in an effort to glean extra peanuts by pretending he was a Meerkat. Yup, I went right over to him and he got those desired peanuts and I told him “my, look how tall you are!” He stood there like that for the longest time and I’m sure he’ll try this stunt over and over again.
And now the swan song for today’s post.
In this parade of “wild things” finally there is the elegant Mute Swan which graces this post’s header image and takes my breath away any time one silently glides down the center of the narrow Ecorse Creek. I was ogling the gaggle of goslings, when suddenly I heard a hard thunk onto the surface of the Creek not far from me. Startled, my head swiveled around as I wondered what in the world had swooped in with such a hard landing? I knew it had to be a swan since Canada geese announce their arrival to their brethren, (or sometimes just to hear themselves honk … I’ve got them all figured out, believe me). A Mute Swan is generally twice as large as a Canada Goose and a good 15 pounds heavier.
This graceful Mute Swan flew down from the sky, making a rather clumsy splash down, but quickly composed itself upon hitting the surface.
I was mesmerized by this swan’s glide down the center of the Creek. What a treat to behold this lovely creature so close-up. I watched its slender neck dipping into the murky water of the Creek to nibble some aquatic plants, or simply enjoy a sip of water.
That swan owned the Ecorse Creek as no other waterfowl were in the water at that time.
Every so often it paused to preen.
It was the perfect end to this walk on the wild side.