Sunday, January 24, 2010

Great Blue Heron



We are fortunate to live in an area with Great Blue Herons. Just between our Walmart and the downtown area is a creek and alongside it they've build a heronry.
They remind me of prehistoric birds and I always feel like I'm seeing something from a movie.

In the field, not far from my home is a creek and often, you can find a lone Heron fishing there. One summer afternoon, I spotted one staring at the water. It stood so still it didn't seem real so I stayed and watched, determined not to leave until I'd seen it move. My mind told me it wasn't a statue (who'd put one out in a field?) but I had a hard time believing any living thing could remain so completely motionless for so long.

It eventually decided there was no fish in the creek and without warning, flapped it's huge wings, made a weird un-bird-like harsh croaking sound and flew away.

Most mornings, they can be spotted flying over the city and out to the many lakes in the area. I've been told by people who have ponds that they cannot put fish in them because if the raccoons don't get them the herons do.




Magpies Again

Yesterday was a beautiful warm day. It was a nice break and reminder that spring will one day return. On my way to work in the morning, I have to pass a gate that requires me to input a code. That meant I had to roll down my window and in doing so I heard a group of Magpies chattering.

What a beautiful sight! A frost covered birch tree with 10 Magpies. It looked like a Christmas card. Guess I'll have to find time to paint that one. That's the only problem with life, it interferes with the painting of it.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Otters

I doubt if it's possible to see an otter up close and not fall in love with them. What other wild animal has so much joy in playing.

Nature programs on television always show the ones wrapped up in seaweed lying on their backs cracking oysters on their bellies with a rock. A quick look through Google images will reveal incredible photos,their faces are so expressive.

We lived near a river that had otters but unfortunately, I was never able to catch them at play. I could only find the mudslides they made all along the banks. Anywhere there was a bit of a stream pouring into the river, they would slip down it until they had created quite a well shaped muddy slide. I'd find little footprints and could imagine the fun they'd had but I'm not sure what time of day or night they came so our paths never crossed.

This little fellow I drew seemed to have that curious look on his face that typifies the species.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

California Quail

When I first moved to the Okanagan Valley, I kept hearing a comical "woo hoo" sound. It was such a silly sound, that I had to find out what it was. I asked but amazingly couldn't find anyone that knew or even noticed.

One day, while out walking, I heard the sound again and was determined to find it, so I followed the sound. Sitting on a post, overlooking the yard was a chubby, little bird with a feather curling straight up and out of his forehead. I had heard of quail before and even had seen pictures of them before but never really paid attention, until I saw them up close.

It didn't take long to realize that this fellow sitting on the post was a guard for the flock feeding in the grass down below him. Apparently, local orchard owners imported them to eat the bugs and they do an excellent job and their numbers have been increasing until now, they roam in flocks everywhere.

California Quail have become an everyday sighting for me now. They are not hard to find in this area, especially in the spring, when the chicks are out feeding. The guard male "woo hoo's" almost constantly and between that and his silly plume he always brings a smile.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Wolf

I grew up in the northern Canadian wilderness and often at night, we heard wolves howling. There is no more thrilling sound if you are home in your warm bed, nor frightening if you are outside by yourself.

We were isolated enough, that Timber Wolves still passed through our farm and I remember one morning hearing my parents excitedly call us kids outside. We stood shivering in our jackets and nightgowns staring at the biggest wolf footprints I'd ever seen. Apparently in the night, a pack of Timber Wolves had passed through our yard, howling just enough for us to know they were there. Then in the morning, my parents rushed out to see the footprints left behind

Although they'd seen many wolf footprints, these were so impressive that they took the old wash tub and placed it over top to preserve them for further inspection by friends and family.

In all the years we lived there, I never heard one story of a wolf pack attacking or even stalking humans and they had plenty of opportunity for roads were not plowed in the winter, so vehicles weren't used and people walked everywhere.
It wouldn't have been unusual to find a lone person walking at night, yet never a report of attack. My own father walked, pulling a sled, the 8 miles to town for groceries and supplies once a week and since it was dark out by 4pm he often came home alone in the dark.

As a result we learned to not fear wolves but it still didn't stop that thrill of excitement whenever we heard them.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Why Horses?

Horses were never part of my life. When I was very small I remember someone coming to our house with a team of horses and a parent lifting me up to see them. They were probably draft horses and huge, I don't remember much other than being scared.

Once a year my father would borrow the neighbor's old white horse.  Dolly was her name and he would use her to haul firewood out of the forest.   He said she was so smart that he only had to tap her on the butt and she'd find her own way out.  Often she'd do it when even he couldn't figure out how.

Later, when I grew up, a neighbor had horses for farm work and I remember going to the barn to see them and being told not to get too close because they might kick and never get between them and the stall walls because they might squish you. Well, those two instances were enough to convince me to stay away from horses and I did successfully until my daughter was born.

When she was a toddler, my husband held her up to see a pony and that was it, a love affair was born. Only mom's who've had horse loving daughters know how many hours are spent waiting for them at lessons.

After years of sitting and waiting in cars,on stumps, fences or hard benches did I realize I could be drawing them.
Hence the pictures
I have learned to love them very much, but not quite get over my fear.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Yellow Bellied Marmot

I had never seen a live marmot until I moved to British Columbia, but now, I look for them anytime I'm near rocks. They are curious and will watch me until I get too close then they scamper into their homes.

Because I worked at a place that had many buildings on the side of a rocky hill, the marmots took  residence there. They loved popping in an out of the crawlspace under each building.

I pulled weeds around the buildings in the summer and they watch me with great interest, even if they hide under the building, they are still watching so I try to leave the weeds they are eating. On hot days, they came out in the morning and lie down next to a patch of weeds. They relax there and eat, then rest, watch me, then eat some more.

One day, I picked a huge pile of weeds and was transporting them in the back of a golf cart to the garbage bin. On top of the pile was a very large tumble weed. I didn't notice but about half way down the hill it rolled off.

I emptied the cart and was returning to gather more when I came around the corner and there in the middle of the road was this giant tumble weed.
Alongside the weed, staring, with great curiosity was a marmot. I guess something didn't look right and it had come to check it out.
I watched while it sniffed and investigated, then it spotted me and ran back to it's hideout.




Saturday, January 9, 2010

Red Squirrels

I always thought I'd like to live in an area with squirrels, until I finally did.
I don't know if it was this squirrel or if all squirrels are this way but the one in my neighborhood woke me up every day, at dawn. He was upset with something and it didn't seem to matter what. The neighbor's dog,kid,cat,car... anything set this squirrel off to a steady stream of chatter that sounded like a person swearing and it went on for hours.

I tried to plant a garden and it ate everything above ground, including peas and strawberries.

I put out a bird feeder and it argued and fought and chattered with all the birds including the hummingbirds, and you haven't lived until you've heard a Blue Jay and a Squirrel fighting over the birdfeeder.

The squirrel would jump onto the birdfeeder and guard it from all who may be interested, even when it was running with a mouth full, it would still find time to sit and chatter or swear at the birds.

I finally got smart,or so I thought, and hung the bird feeder on the clothes line, right in the middle of the yard, where the squirrel couldn't reach. That didn't stop it from trying. It would take wild leaps off the roof and land on the ground.

You would think he'd give up, but no, it just infuriated him more and he chattered almost non-stop as long as a bird was in sight.

One day, I was outside in my back yard when I noticed mushrooms hanging on the tree branches. I thought perhaps a family member, was playing a joke. It was the squirrel. It collected all the mushrooms in the area and hung them on the trees, until they were dry, then gathered them up for the winter. I didn't know they did that or that they even ate mushrooms.

We moved away shortly after spring arrived, and I missed the place but I can't say I missed living by a squirrel.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Gray Jay, Whiskey Jack

Having been raised in the north, I heard stories of the Gray Jay, a jay that was so friendly it would steal food off your table. It's also known as the Camp Robber.   Whiskey Jack, it's other name, originates from the Cree word wiiskachaan.

The first time I saw it I was alerted by a soft whistle I hadn't heard before. When I finally found the source of the sound, there was the Gray Jay.

It's hard to describe them. They glide down from the trees so silently you don't know they're coming, they don't shriek like the Blue Jays, they're not agressive or scrappy. They are big, gray, soft, fluffy, friendly, quiet birds that inspire a sense of awe when they stop by to sneak a bit of your food. You are so amazed by their presence, that you don't even mind, in fact you'll gladly hand it over just for another appearance.


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Coyotes

Coyotes are very common in this area. They roam around our neighborhood from dusk to dawn, looking for mice, cats and small dogs. When we hear them calling, they can be just feet from our window.

When I had a job that started at 6am and I had to walk my dog earlier, I saw quite a few. Often, they would be several blocks ahead or behind me so I could get home quickly but one morning, I came around a corner and there was one about 20 feet in front of me with several more bringing up the rear.

My dog is half Pomeranian and I'm sure he looks quite tasty so I grabbed him and cut through my cedar hedges as quick as I could. It was a scary experience that I wouldn't want to repeat.

My favorite coyote, was one I happened upon early one winter morning while he was going through my neighbor's yard. He was probably from that spring's litter, so I'm guessing under a year old but his most striking feature, was absolutely huge feet.

I guess he hadn't grown into them yet, but it was so comical, he looked like a cartoon. I thought about putting those feet on the coyote pups in this image but I'm sure everyone would think I'd made a mistake.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Cougars

Cougars didn't scared me until I moved here. Then one after another news stories came out about people who were attacked by them, people on horses, on bikes or just out walking, it didn't seem to matter. It's pretty terrifying to think of yourself as being stalked when you're out for a walk or even in your back yard.

Bears only seem to go after people when they've been fed or allowed to get too familiar or are protecting their young but Cougars see us as prey.

I've always loved hiking alone in the woods. I enjoyed exploring nature trails on my own. It was easier to be quiet and so the chance of seeing an animal or bird was much greater. I didn't worry because I knew that the worst that could happen was perhaps a Black Bear but now, I'm more cautious. Our parks here put up a notice if a bear or cougar are spotted but that doesn't help the first person who sees them.



In spite of their behavior, I've always admired them but it wasn't until I painted this little cub, that I realized what beautiful blue eyes they have.