Posts tagged ‘Birds’

October 11th, 2011

Common Eiders and Hiking at Blomidon Provincial Park

On Saturday, the Ryan and I drove to the Valley for an untraditional Thanksgiving. Instead of stuffing ourselvessilly and lounging around all day we went on a 10km hike at Blomidon Provincial Park to work up an appetite.

 

To enjoy the views the park has to offer (from 600 feet high cliffs), we hiked up Jodrey Trail, continued on to The Look-off Trail, The Woodland Trail, and about half of the Borden Brook Trail which crosses the park’s road at about midway and we continued downhill from  there to the parking lot. The incline was hard on the knees, but the road is closed in the off-season, so you can’t avoid it if you want to access the rest of the trails. The trails are clearly marked with maps posted throughout, but the trails are still narrow and natural (which I like). I would say that with the inclines, declines, and rooty paths, the hike is moderately challenging (some of our crew were a bit more pooped than others!). In the winter the trails are popular with cross-country skiers and snowshoers. 

We had perfect hiking weather, warm, but with a breeze. There are parts of the forest that are all maple trees, it is quite spectacular. I got some more wild plant pictures to add to my Wild Plants of Nova Scotia page which I will update later this week. I also spotted some seedy black bear scat and coyote scat.  At one of the look off points we watched a hawk or an young eagle soaring below us. The bird moved to fast for me to zero in on him with my binoculars for proper identification. However, we saw a flock of what I believe are common eiders, a striking seaduck. From our high standpoint, these birds looked like nothing more than water bugs floating on the surface of the sea, but with the binoculars we could make out that distinguishing duck shape and the black and white coloring (the females are brown). Even with the binoculars you can see that they are accomplished divers—diving up to depths of 20m to feed on mollusks and crustaceans including mussels, clams, scallops and urchins. Common eiders overwinter on the coast of Nova Scotia and are the largest sea duck in North America.

The best picture we could get of the common eiders.

 

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 Do you see the troll’s face in this rock formation . . . makes you wonder . . .

My mother posted about the hike here.

I’ll do a separate post on the plants we saw so check back soon!

August 25th, 2011

Finches Are My Gurus

“What’s the secret to your happiness?” I asked my yellow-robed gurus the other day. They did not stop to answer, but instead kept their secret mantra going as they danced through the air and played hide and seek amongst the vegetables. Apparently they don’t give much thought to such questions.  

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 Goldfinches are associated with nature spirits. Since they are usually permanent residents, where they make their home there is likely elves and fairies to be found! They must be living in the untamed hedgerows around my property. At least I like to think so.

August 16th, 2011

Playing with Cedar Waxwings

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Blisschick recently wrote about the importance of play in our adult lives. At first I thought, no problem there, I play all the time. But then I started to really think about it. Turns out, I don’t play has much as I thought. Yes, I take the time to pursue hobbies that interest me, but they are usually tackled with a sense of improvement or accomplishment. THAT, is not play. When was the last time you forgot yourself and completely got lost in the moment and pure attitude of play? At least I can think of a few recent examples for myself, but it is far from a daily or weekly experience. I lost myself when playing in the waves at  Melmerby Beach. This week, while I was yet again in a bathing suit, I was invited to play by a group of Cedar Waxwings. I was in a secluded spot on the lake, trying to meditate, but my thoughts were too busy criticizing myself (being in a bathing suit can do that to a lady). Then I noticed these birds flying acrobatically, back and forth, between the trees and a string of large rocks that dotted the edge of the lake. For awhile I made their activities my meditation. Slowly I began to forget about myself and got up for a closer look. I joined their play on the rocks and squealed with delight as they flew close to me, one almost crash landing into me a few times. One waxwing flew in from behind, apparently taking me for a rock, and was about to land on my head, but the sudden sound of flapping wings spooked me and I moved, causing the bird to land nearby instead. They are beautiful birds. I read in Animal Speak that waxwings remind us be gentle with ourselves, and that is the magic that group of birds worked on me that afternoon.  

How often do you truly play?