Seizing the moment, day by day .…

I continue to bemoan the funky weather, which has not been stellar for daily walks at Council Point Park and there have been few long excursions either. 

Recently, two severe weather outbreaks in our state brought 11 tornadoes over two days and we had temps in the mid-80s.  This week, we were in the 50s with rain for four days straight.  Getting out in nature is a welcome respite from the everyday rigors of life, but in watching the severe weather outbreaks and devastation from massive tornadoes, I remain ever grateful to continue to be unscathed from severe weather. 

When it seems to be picture perfect, I seize the opportunity, even in gusty winds or when it is stinkin’ hot.  I walked so much over two days recently that I ended up with painful shin splints from overdoing the miles in my efforts to glean newborn pics of the goslings belonging to the two Mama geese featured in my Mother’s Day post.  Yes, I was successful and will be sharing those cutie pies in future posts. 

So with that said, I hope there will be many parks to visit and adventures yet to unfold in 2025. 

I admit as of today I am somewhat doubtful I will accomplish my yearly walking goal (1,258 miles/2,025 kilometers), but I will try my best, one foot ahead of the other, onward and upward as I always say! 

We have babies everywhere, um … if you can find ‘em!

Because it is the season for nesting and young’uns, I did a 30-mile round trip to Lake Erie Metropark to check on the Sandhill Cranes and possible offspring, as well as the resident Osprey families at this park.

No Sandhill Crane “colts” then, (nor as of Mother’s Day, my last visit to this venue).

You may recall there are two Osprey families at Lake Erie Metropark, the one that nests in the siren at the fire station at the outskirts of the park and the other family that has a fancy-schmancy platform on Lee Road near the marina.

Patience is a virtue.

Well, I was pleased to find the latter Osprey pair were at their nest on this windy and coolish day.  I was hoping to get a few in-flight shots perhaps while the male was on a stick-finding mission or triumphantly bringing home a fish breakfast.  I wondered if the Missus was sitting on a nest yet and if and when that blessed event would occur.

But instead I found two stubborn Ospreys who decided they had enough of playing patsy to a pesky photographer interrupting their day.  

The female apparently WAS in the nest, but had sunk down into it, perhaps sleeping in, maybe incubating eggs, or even evading me taking her photo.  She raised her head once as her mate monitored me from his perch on a nearby pole.

As I stood beneath the platform gazing up, did I detect a somewhat defiant look by that male Osprey? 

Well, patience is a virtue and you wait and wait sometimes for that coveted shot.

If there was a thought bubble over its head it would read “the pest is back, I’ll let her stand there like a fool while the Missus and I evade her!”

Which is exactly what they did. 

First the male Osprey left its post and flew as far away as it could.  Sneaky!

Then I zoomed in …

I think he was enjoying himself, taunting me with his antics.

Just then a series of chirps erupted from the nest and before I knew it, the female was enroute to her mate and I was left with “empty nest syndrome” as you see below.

Together they alighted on a branch, with a somewhat precarious landing I might add.

When the bough breaks, the Ospreys will fall .

These are big birds and there they were, side-by-side, on a not-so-big branch.  Hopefully, it would hold them both and they didn’t come tumbling down.

The branch wobbled a bit and I raised the camera to get a shot, should it creak and crack and they bolted for the sky, whereupon they promptly looked in the opposite direction. No one else was there to distract them. Not a single car whizzed by.

Defiance I tell you!

Then they simply took flight and were gone. I waited for them to return, but after about 20 minutes I decided they were obstinate and had no intention of returning to their twiggy abode until I was gone.

I am 100% sure their swift retreat was simply to “mess with me” and not for lack of bravery regarding the big, bad human.

It’s Memorial Day, a time to be mindful.

It’s the final day of the first long holiday weekend, the gateway to Summer.  But it’s also a time to remember the bravery of service personnel that lost their lives so that we might enjoy the day surrounded by family and friends.

I visited Memorial Park to take some photos of the flags that were placed in advance of last Sunday’s Memorial Day parade.

I’ll leave you with this quote:

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it” ~~ Franklin D. Roosevelt.

Terri does not have a photo challenge this week.

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Yummy, yummy, yummy, I’ve got love, er … Lotus leaves in my tummy! #Wordless Wednesday #It’s forbidden to pick ’em, so the duck looks the other way.

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

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Plight, Fight and Flight!

Well I had a little fun with this blog post title.  Terri’s Challenge this week is the word “flight” but we’ll get to that topic in just a minute.  First, I have an update on the “plight” of the Canada Geese here in Michigan that I wrote about in my Earth Day post.

You may recall that Michigan’s Department of Natural Resources (DNR) planned a mass extermination of Canada Geese in some areas where they were/are considered a nuisance and, rather than relocate the geese and their families, they decided to eliminate them in a cruel manner. The DNR planned to wait until June when the adult geese begin to molt and are without their flight feathers, leaving them unable to fly away from predators.  Predators in this case would be humans trying to corral the geese and put them into a gas chamber where they would gasp for air for a half-hour or more before finally succumbing.  Not only would the geese be cruelly executed in this manner, but first their goslings would be separated from them.  In my recent posts, you all saw the looks I get from the gander when I approached his Missus on a nest incubating future goslings.  Or what about if I stray too close to those offspring?  Canada Geese are not only devoted parents, but devoted to each other as well … they mate for life. 

So, this week I learned that Michigan’s Canada Geese are getting a reprieve until next year and you know why?  This happened because many nature-loving humans rose to the occasion and put up a good “fight” to save the Canada geese.  They did this by erecting a billboard on a busy expressway, writing to voice their complaints to the Governor, the DNR and other animal rights organizations.  By combining forces with other nature lovers in this worthy cause, the Canada Geese parents and their offspring will live … for now anyway. 

Hopefully the Michigan DNR will decide that even if we humans are unable to live in harmony, at least we can co-exist with our feathered friends.

Now, on to the topic of “flight”.

When Terri posted her Photo Challenge for May 18th, I knew exactly what tale and photos I would use.  I still have several 2024 excursions that I have not rolled out yet and this is one of them.

This walk was taken on September 5, 2024, a few days after Labor Day. 

After a steamy and sultry Summer, the weather forecasters promised a few days of uncharacteristically cooler, almost October-like weather.  I was pleased and set off to Lake Erie Metropark.

When I arrived there, however, the car’s temperature gauge read 70F (21C) and it was 81F (27C) when I left at noon – hmm.  Obviously the weather folks’ version of a “coolish” day and mine differed immensely – just sayin’. 

I pulled into the nearby fire station parking lot but saw no Osprey family tucked into their nest on the siren, so maybe heading out I’d have more luck. 

I made a quick stop at the Offshore Fishing Bridge, but once again the Sandhill Cranes were MIA.  

Perhaps the third stop would be the charm?

As I drove along the bend to the Marshlands Museum to park, I noticed an abundance of Great Blue Herons and Great Egrets congregating in the large marshy area a/k/a Riley Creek, so I parked the car near the museum and hurriedly walked back.  I know in the past, these wading birds are very “flighty” in that one moment they may be standing contentedly fixated on a fish, then a noise will startle them and they all take flight to the trees.  So I hoped no large trucks or motorcycle motors would spook them. 

But alas, this time it was ME that spooked them with my presence and a few flew up, not to the trees, but across the road to the other side of the marsh.  I just walked across the road and it was better as the marsh water was cleaner. This Egret stayed the longest, but was fickle, moving from one area to another – was he/she looking for a better fishing spot, or simply evading me? Or both? It finally took flight leaving me standing there camera in hand.

I got several photos of Herons and Egrets from the street, then decided to walk along the Trapper’s Run Trail. 

I don’t walk this one-mile trail very often, but there are multiple overlooks to get different views of the marshes along the way.

Of those overlook views, my favorite is the Riley Creek Overlook which juts out into Riley Creek.

Enroute to the Riley Creek Overlook, it was warming up considerably, with an almost tropical feel which seemed perfect to enjoy the pretty Pond Lilies, like this one.

I saw lots of Lily pads, a few with blooms, but zero frogs on those pads.

The Purple Loosestrife was colorful as it lined the edges of the entrance to the Riley Creek Overlook.

Those pretty flowers helped counteract the ugly-looking green goo that had formed on the surface of the water.

I got in a few shots of the Herons and Egrets, their eyes trained on the murky water for their breakfast.

But not long after my arrival, just as in the past, a huge truck hauling a pontoon boat, rumbled along the Metropark vehicle road and the birds began to take flight.  I’m not always swift enough to capture them in flight, but since there was so many, I did luck out … somewhat.  Usually, once they fly up to the trees, they remain there, so I then move on. 

On this trip, the Egrets and Herons seemed to be restless, flying from one side of the marsh to the other, then returning near the Riley Creek Overlook, a few minutes later.

Here are some photos of one of the Great Egrets …

… and its cousin the Great Blue Heron.

I took enough photos and the sun was climbing higher in the sky, not only making me warmish, but making it even more problematic to take photos, so I finished this trail and was happy to head to the Cherry Island Trail, which was shadier (in a good way) and that portion of this excursion will be a future post.

As mentioned above, I am joining Terri’s Sunday Stills Photo Challenge:  Flight.

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Kickboxer extraordinaire and his disgruntled opponent. #Wordless Wednesday #Sore loser!

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

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Great EGGS-pectations!

Mother’s Day is always a time of reflection for me – today’s post will be a mini time travel.

I weighed a mere 4 pounds, 11 ounces (2.13 kilograms) when I was born, so my parents were surprised when I suddenly sprouted into a gangly 5’9” (175 cm) teenager and towered over them by half a foot.  Mom always attributed that growth spurt to the special baby formula the pediatrician prescribed for me and she often relayed the tale that two days before I was born, she crossed paths with the elderly Italian neighbor at the apartment building where they lived.  After eying my mom’s midsection, the elderly woman pointed at it, then commented “no bambinos for you yet?”  Well, it was almost mid-April and still cold; Mom was wearing a loose-fitting jacket.  Mom smiled, patted her stomach and said “Saturday I am having a C-section” and the elderly woman beamed.  I fondly recall that story, not just on Mother’s Day, but on my birthday as well.

We had gorgeous weather for the week after Easter, so I was here, there and everywhere, all excursions where I took a lot of photos and I have already drafted posts to reflect those walks.  During those multiple meanders, I saw three Mamas-to-be … not the human kind, but the feathered variety.

So, having dabbled in sweet sentiments about my mom last year and, instead of doing a separate walk and featuring each of those bird mamas-to-be, I thought it would be fun to round them up and spin them into one post.  So here they are:  two Canada Goose Mamas-to-be and, not to be outdone, a Killdeer Mama-to-be.

Heritage Park on Easter Sunday.

I decided it was time to revisit Mrs. Canada Goose and see what side of the boulders she favored in 2025 for her nesting perch at the covered bridge.  Believe me, those boulders are rough and despite sitting on a cushion of leaves, downy feathers and as many as ten eggs, it still doesn’t look too welcome, nor comfy, to be there for the entire 25-to-28-day incubation period.  Papa Goose does not share incubation duties.

First a little backstory

It was April 2, 2022, when I first saw Mrs. Goose sitting on a nest in the boulders.  I returned often to see if the goslings had hatched and to take photos.  Easter Sunday, April 17, 2022, was a special day for me.  When I wrote about my all-time favorite blog posts, on this day, witnessing the beauty of Mrs. Goose, rising from the nest, lovingly plucking her own downy feathers to cushion the nest full of eggs was a special sight to see.  The tenderness I witnessed was the best Easter eggs scenario ever!

Easter Sunday, April 20, 2025.

There are some constants in our lives that never change and the influx of Spring bird babies is one of them.

When I arrived at the covered bridge on Easter morning this year, it was the same scenario as 2022 through 2024 … Mrs. Goose was sitting on a nest, but every year she picks a different location, although always on the boulders.

But this year she was precariously close to the water’s edge.  Yikes!

She eyed me sleepily, then evidently since I didn’t pose a threat, she shut her eyes again.

The sun was shining, warming all of us on that chilly Sunday morning.  “All of us?” you ask. 

Well, Mr. Goose was nearby, intent on guarding his mate should I dare to stray too close.  In fact, I had to laugh because he had just taken a dip in Coan Lake when I happened along the covered bridge. 

Preening immediately came to a standstill as he eyed me from all angles …

… even upside down. 🙂

I have returned to Heritage Park in the past few days and am happy to report that the nest is gone and there is, so far, one family of goslings. I took photos of them for a future post.

Here was the Little Mama-to-be I saw on Earth Day.

Two days later, on Earth Day, I meandered around the Detroit River International Wildlife Refuge (DRIWR) and took a ton of photos, about half of them of a Killdeer Mama-to-be.

I specifically went to this venue because in a Facebook post the DRIWR mentioned multiple Killdeer nests and they had flagged them so they would not get damaged. 

This is because Killdeer are a tad quirky about their nesting habits.  First, who would build a nest on the ground?  Well that is what Killdeer do and it’s not an elaborate nest at all.  Unlike waterfowl that sit continuously on a nest to incubate the eggs, a Killdeer female shares incubating responsibilities with her mate, but they often leave the nest unattended.  Like this …

But, lest you, the potential two-legged predator, or any other predator, get too close to those unhatched or hatched babies, the female Killdeer will make a shrill call to get your attention, then feign having a broken wing to detract you from her nest.  I have seen plenty of Killdeer at this venue and other venues, but this was a first for me. 

Here are some photos of Mrs. Killdeer trying to get my attention.  She turned her head to watch me as you see below. I peeked at the nest, from a respectable distance, got a few photos and backed off.  But there were more nests than this one, which you’ll see in an upcoming post.

I didn’t take this video of Mama-to-be Killdeer, but if you click here, you can see how she acted when she felt her offspring or eggs in the nest are in danger.

Once Mama-to-be Killdeer was assured I meant no harm, she flew over to the parking curb and glanced at me from afar before she finally flew away.

There was another Canada Goose Mama-to-be at the Fair Lane Estate.

The very hot day when I walked six miles to three venues may have made for a long, exhausting day, but it made up for it with future blog post photos.  By 1:00 p.m., the spring in my step had turned to a trudge, but I still wanted to stop at Clara Ford’s original Rose Garden Pond, hoping to glimpse some small frogs there.  At my last visit to the pond there was a class field trip and all the kids were oohing and aahing each time the interpretive guide dipped a huge net into the pond and brought out a massive amount of squirming green frogs.  I wanted to see those frogs – would they sing, hop onto a lily pad … well okay, perhaps it was too early for a lily pad.

Sadly, the pond had no frogs, just a solitary Eastern Painted Turtle sunning in the dead reeds.

But just as I approached the pond, a Canada Goose that had been grazing on grass nearby, suddenly paused in mid-chew, aware of my presence and waddled over to the pond. 

There was no wing-flapping or hissing, just the occasional steady gaze in my direction. 

I’ve been around enough geese this time of year, that my radar went up … there was either a Mama Goose and his goslings nearby, or his mate was sitting on a nest. 

Bingo!

There she was, embedded in the dead reeds in the center of the pond.

I want to note that both geese had their beaks open because of the heat – this is how all birds cool down since, unlike you and me, birds do not sweat. Here’s a close-up of each of them panting.

I artfully dodged his watchful eye to get a few shots, then moved on.

I’ve been back to this venue since to see the lilacs in bloom and check on Mr. and Mrs. Goose. The nest was gone, the parents and goslings were on the move and I got a lot of photos of the family for a future blog post. They were the one and only family of geese I saw that day.

Happy Mother’s Day if it applies to you. 

Terri does not have a Challenge this week.

Note: featured image photo of goose eggs in the nest is from my 2022 Mother’s Day post.

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Some day my ship will come in, but for now I’ll perch on Lucky 7!

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

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Mother Nature finally rolls out her Spring palette.

While Fall is my absolute favorite season, that proclamation comes with an asterisk, because once those flowering trees and Spring flowers begin to pop in a still-blah landscape, I am in awe of all of this season’s eye candy.

Admittedly, there is nothing like that first warm day in Spring, a day to shed the jacket and lift your face to the sky, a day when it just feels good to be alive.  This was especially so after our brutally cold and icy Winter followed by an unseasonably cool Spring.

On Easter Sunday and the week thereafter, Mother Nature took out her paintbrush and painted Southeast Michigan in pastel tones.

A dab of pale green here and there as leaves began to unfurl and a splash of pink or pale purple – all were a welcome sight. Then cheery-looking Daffodils joined the Crocuses and Hyacinths. Even the smallest plant heralded Spring’s “real” arrival.

This walk was taken on April 24th, a six-mile excursion that began at Ford Park in Dearborn …

… then wended along the Rouge Gateway Trail, a meander at Fair Lane Estate and topped off with a hike at the Environmental Interpretive Center.  The temps had soared to 85F (23C) with a “real feel” of 90F (32C) by the time I returned to the car after three hours of walking and picture taking.

My main reason for visiting these venues was the Weeping Willows would be leafing out, plus it would be peak time for the Redbud trees, as well as the Estate’s garden beds of Spring flowers.  I can tell you these bursts of color would make anyone shutter happy. 

I’ll focus only on the Ford Park and the Rouge Gateway Trail portion of that long excursion today.

Ford Field was where I made my first photo find ….

… and it was NOT the lovely pastels I was alluding to above, but something even better. I parked the car and saw a flash of color on the ground.  I took a second look and saw a pair of Wood Ducks.  You may recall I had long coveted finding the male Wood Duck, no matter what marshy venue I visited.  This is not to disparage the female (hen), who is a wee bit drab, identifiable to this species mostly by her white eye rings.  Last Summer I finally found a male (drake) across the marsh.  I was overjoyed, even if it only looked like a colorful speck amongst the Lotus leaves. 🙂

But there they were, a pair of Wood Ducks, Mister and Missus, not 25 feet (7 meters) away from me! Aren’t they gorgeous?

They were grazing near a picnic table.  I silently exited the car, leaving the door open, afraid to spook them, but they contentedly nibbled away at what might have been seeds strewn in a bare area of the grass.  

Happily, I took shot after shot.  Then a few more photos of the drake only – he seemed to enjoy posing for me.

Wood Ducks nest in trees, so after all those photos, I looked at some nearby trees for an open cavity that might be their nest, but found nothing.  I was very pleased to have seen the Wood Ducks and I was sure I would not top that photo find. 

Next, I walked over to the small pond by the playground, hoping to find it filled with Mallards like the last time, but there was just a handful of ducks, still sleeping; likely their mates were sitting on a nest, so I left. The prior visit had food involved, as kids were tossing bread to them, so the ducks had congregated around us.

A pair of Canada Geese were grazing on grass and dandelions and it would have been rude not to take their photo after oohing and aahing over the Wood Ducks, right?

There were a few Redbud trees here and there …

… but a more spectacular array of Redbuds was found at the Ford Estate which will be in a separate post next month to celebrate the color pink.

The majestic Willow trees, also a fixture at this park, were dripping with pale green leaves, which had just unfurled.  Here is one of those Willows.

I stopped at the covered bridge and …

… was surprised how quickly the Rouge River was moving.

I found it amusing that only one lock was fastened to the grilles at this bridge, as opposed to the mother lode of metal locks clasped to each side of the bridge, some intertwined, with most bearing messages of love, that I previously wrote about.

There is a second bridge …

… and, on the right side, once again, the Rouge River roiled with splashes and sputters …

… while the other side of the bridge deck was remarkably calm.

Would there be more birds to see and photograph?

As I approached the Rouge Gateway Trail …

… I stopped to look at the sign of possible bird encounters I might have. 

Well, I’d already seen my Wood Ducks – what could be better than that?  But, moments after seeing the sign, a Great Blue Heron caught sight of me, squawked madly at my presence and hightailed it up to a tree. Of course, it would perch with its head behind the branch – sigh.

As I strolled the path, I recognized the peculiar song of a White-breasted Nuthatch. It was up ahead, scrounging for food on the ground. 

Surprisingly, I found no wildflowers, just a few Redbud saplings along the Rouge Gateway Trail.

A few loosie goosies and sunbathing turtles made me stop and take notice.

As I crossed over the Gateway Trail bridge, the water here was totally calm.  When peering over the bridge, I saw this Canada Goose, intent on finding a bite to eat, its long neck parallel to the water’s surface.

Another Canada Goose was chillin’ on a log, while casting a near-perfect reflection …

… but, as I kept zooming in, I saw this was not just a log, but a log lined with turtles basking in the sun. 

I noticed an abundance of turtles that week at the different venues I visited.  I suppose they had just emerged from their burrows deep beneath the water and were happy to see and feel the sun on their shell.

I was still watching the shared camaraderie of the goose and turtles when the sky erupted with black birds streaming over the bridge. Had I not been distracted by the goose and its pals, I might have gotten some shots, but I caught up with a few of them later as I walked along the Rouge River at Fair Lane. There I was chattin’ it up with a couple as we photographed a Cormorant and Mallard and they asked “hey, did you see that gulp of Cormorants near the bridge?” That was a first for me seeing any Cormorant in this area, let alone a “gulp” or “flight” (flock) of them.

Soon I was at the Ford Estate.

It was a breathtaking sight as Redbuds and other pastel-colored flowering trees, including those blooming at the Fords’ longtime apple orchard, were in abundance.  Unfortunately, however, mingled with the beautiful blossoming trees, extensive renovation was taking place.  I knew about the work being done on the Powerhouse as I follow Fair Lane/Ford Estate on social media.  So, I just shut my eyes and ears to the earth-moving machines and meandered the Estate’s grounds along the Rouge River and Trail Gardens.  There were many volunteers working on the extensive garden areas, not only the Ford Motor Company folks (evidenced by their clothing with the Ford logo) that regularly volunteer there, but many others were sporting tee shirts touting Volunteer Week.  National Volunteer Week was from April 20th to April 26th.

I had many more miles to go before I would call it a day and you’ll read about those adventures in the coming weeks.

I am joining Terri’s Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge:  Pastels.

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“Sunspot baby” (and the fam).

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

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“The universe is wider than our views of it.” ~~~ Henry David Thoreau

Earth Day comes one day a year – April 22nd. It should be every day in my humble opinion.

These days “Earthlings” must rejoice in every nature encounter because the flora and fauna that existed for most of our lives will one day be gone due to Man’s inability to care about Mother Earth.  We spray harmful pesticides everywhere, causing countless butterflies and bees to bite the dust. Once upon a time, birds and animals were respected as fellow beings, but sadly no more, something I’ll dwell on later in this post.

Weather woes.

Since I began my walking regimen in 2011, I am much more in tune with the weather, consulting multiple weather sites daily before setting off on a walk, even though surely I am not made of sugar and won’t melt if it DOES rain. 

But, the dramatic climate changes are much more worrisome to me.  The weather across the world now is erratic and frightening.  While walking I ponder many things and often reflect on how I, like most Michiganders, took our four distinct seasons for granted.  Yes, there was the occasional welcome January thaw, or a need-to-grab-a-sweatshirt-before-heading-out day in August, but it was never the roller-coaster weather we experience nowadays.

I’ve taken a lot of long walks in nature recently to bolster my sagging walking stats which nosedived in Winter and early Spring.  Winter and Spring were sparring most of March and early April, but once Spring erupted, it did so in earnest after a minor snowfall just the week before! 

This past week was finally filled with sunshine and warm, even gentle breezes.  Yes, I loved feeling the sun in my face and this time I wore a sun hat every day after burning at the Boardwalk at Dingell Park on March 13th when flukey weather ensued and temps soared to the 70s while I gazed at ice floes still clinking about in the Detroit River.

Last Thursday, I took a three-hour walk wherein the temps were 25 degrees above normal with a “real feel” of 90F (32C) by the time I got back to the car at 1:30 p.m.  It was stinkin’ hot and yes, of course, I said I would not complain about the heat after our brutally cold Winter, but it was really TOO hot and TOO soon.  There I said it and I thought it would take at least until June to utter those words.

The winds of change.

The expression “the winds of changes” almost became the title of this post, but I remembered this great Thoreau quote I had tucked away and used it instead. 

Here in Michigan we have dealt with incessant gusty winds for months now, going back to last Fall.  For a long time, I thought it was my imagination – was I not mindful of gusty winds in the past? Then I learned from two meteorologists I follow on social media that Michigan is one of five states dealing with above-average wind gust speeds.

This is due in part to our unsettled weather patterns of late.

Last weekend I strolled the shoreline at Lake Erie Metropark where Lake Erie’s waves were crashing onto the huge boulders.  There was no wake from freighters, nor pleasure boats  – the water was whipped up by the wind.

I was walking at Lake Erie Metropark exactly one year ago, marveling how many marshes were bone dry.  While strolling on the wooden overlooks, instead of gazing into the water, I was looking at dirt and lifeless reeds.  So, after spotting Paul Cypher, one of the interpretive guides on a trail, I stopped to ask him about this strange sight and his response was “the incessant winds are drying up the marshes” and then added “it is going to get worse.” 

Well, Paul was correct and I saw this for myself right after photographing the wild-looking waves last week.

Not every marsh is dry, but the water levels are definitely down.

I’ve taken even more pictures this past week at other venues and it is the same thing. In this photo below you can see the shoreline is now mud. This makes me wonder what will happen to the habitat for all the waterfowl?

The plight of Michigan’s geese.

My heart continues to hurt about the destruction of my favorite nature nook, Council Point Park.  Not only is there the scarcity of squirrels, reduced after Winter’s brutal circumstances, but now even the Canada geese, always in abundance at this venue, are scarce.  I now wonder if goslings will debut at the Park as they usually do, just before Mother’s Day?  We generally have up to five families of geese that appear in the months of May/early June.  The geese nest along the shoreline, which continues to look raggedy and bare and the water level is very low there as well.

But, if I am dismayed daily by the plight of Council Point Park’s inhabitants, I was horrified to learn a few months ago about the Michigan Department of Natural Resources’ grand plan to reduce Michigan’s Canada Geese population.

Their cruel and heartless plan is to eradicate many Canada Geese because they are a bother. 

Yes, geese gather and produce copious amounts of droppings, some which eventually end up on beaches where people like to swim and the beaches are then closed due to contamination.

Yes, in the suburbs with lakefront properties, geese gather to graze, or they stop traffic to waddle slowly across a road. 

Yes, the gander will hiss and flap his wings should you approach his mate as she sits on a nest or perchance you stray too close to his offspring.  Geese, like swans and many other waterfowl mate for life and are loyal and protective of their mate, a value I’m sorry to say is not always found in humans.

I was horrified to learn that Michigan’s DNR are herding geese from large parks and some suburbs and once corralled, they are NOT relocating them to an area where they are less “bothersome” but instead they are killing them en masse by gassing them.  But before this happens, the parents are separated from their goslings, a reason I don’t understand as the goslings are similarly gassed.  These geese do not die instantly, but instead they try to hold their breath and sometimes live for 30 minutes or longer until, with their last gasps of breath they die. 

As a nature lover, I am upset by this cruelty, which takes place very early in the morning, so it is accomplished as unobtrusively as possible.  Additionally, the geese are captured in June and July when they molt and are without flight feathers, so they cannot fly from their captors.

The Michigan DNR is on board with this, saying all other remedies to shoo the geese away from areas where they bother people have failed.   There were/are movements afoot to stop the cruelty of gassing geese, but to no avail as you see in this recent news article

… or in this recent video.

I always participate in the Michigan DNR’s “Run for the Trees” event to assist in reforestation efforts in our national parks and other sites where wildfires have occurred.

I signed up for the event last December, so this will be my last time participating. I will find another charitable race event to benefit nature.

As I meander along the woodsy trails or waterfront walkways, I guess I will need to have a greater appreciation for my feathered friends – will there be a time when they are no longer with us?

Well this nature lover cries foul, er “fowl” … and, while all the geese won’t be gone, it is sad to think of possibly waving goodbye to cutie pie goslings like these.

Thinking about how deer herds are culled as deer cause vehicle accidents or they are bothersome is disturbing to me as well.

Stepping down from my soapbox now

I will continue to do my part for Mother Earth.  I once walked more than I drove my car and was proud to say my feet had more miles than my car tires in any given year.  While this was good for MY health, it was not good for the car – my car has 15,600 miles and will be 16 years old in September.  I now drive more than I walk to keep the car in good condition.

DTE, my energy provider, always congratulates me in their DTE Home Energy Report because: “you use X% less energy than your efficient neighbors” – yay me!

I am sure I am not exemplary, just doing my part to ensure Planet Earth is around longer.

P.S. The family of Canada Geese and the sweet goslings are from my media archives as no goslings have arrived yet, but I saw two different Mamas sitting on a nest this week, so hopefully it is not long now.

As promised in my Mother’s Day post, I am joining Terri’s recent Sunday Stills Challenge from earlier in the week: Earth Day.

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Him: “Me Tarzan – you Jane!” Her: “Whatever.” #Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday – allow your photo(s) to tell the story.

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