Tuesday, February 09, 2016

The Winter Strut

It is not unusual for friends to ask me questions about wildlife.  I am often asked in March or early April if the wild turkeys are gobbling yet?  In actuality the question being asked is "has the mating season began" for male wild turkeys may gobble at any time of the year.  The intense mating activity  in my area usually takes place in early to mid April with toms beginning to display and vie for hens as early as late March if weather conditions are favorable.  

What many are not aware of is the strutting and gobbling during the winter months preceding the actual mating season.  The photos posted below are from a recent morning when a flock of mature gobblers were more than a little worked up.  A few of the gobblers strutted, gobbled, harassed, and intimidated the others making it an exciting morning to be behind the camera.

This strutting activity is different that what occurs during the actual mating season.  During winter the gobblers are traveling about in bachelor groups with their attention directed towards each other.  Once the actual mating season arrives the males will usually only strut while hens are present.  The intent of the gobbler's display is to present himself as the most desirable mate, for it is the hen who decided who will be the acceptable suitor.        

Friday, February 05, 2016

The Old Single Barrel

A couple of weeks ago I picked up dad's shotgun to rub it down with oil and my mind returned to the days of my youth.  I remember dad coming home with a shiny new Winchester Model 37 shotgun when I was just a kid.  I don't know the year I would guess that it was either the very late 1950's or early 60's.  

For some getting a new gun is a common thing but not so in our home.  Dad was a hard working man and quite frugal, rarely spending money on anything other than necessities.  He was a product of the depression and had watched his parent struggle to keep from losing the farm; when he purchased a gun it was to fill a need, not to satisfy a whim.  Dad needed a shotgun for dispatching the occasional varmint, hunting some small game, and to fill whatever other need that arose around the farm.  The no frills, solidly built, single barrel Winchester filled that bill.

As I looked the old gun I felt the urge to take it for a walk, if for nothing else just to revisit memories from those years gone by.  Gathering a handful of 12ga. Winchester High Brass 7 1/2's I set out walking the creek frontage of our family farm.  My mind drifted back to a chilly evening when dad had returned from squirrel hunting and tried to skin then under the pole light that stood my the machine shed.  That was exciting stuff for a little boy who could hardly wait to become old enough to go hunting!  I remember dad cutting the squirrels across the back with he and grandpap tugging and pulling the squirrel between them as they tried to pull the skin off the stiff carcasses.  I only remember dad hunting squirrels a few times, maybe the skinning was too difficult, or maybe he didn't feel he had the time to invest for such a small payback.  Whatever the reason, his hunting squirrels was a rarity.

Walking along with my mind drifting I was suddenly brought back to the present when two squirrels bolted across the ground.  Swinging the old 37 to my shoulder the nearest squirrel crumpled at the blast.  Breaking the gun open the sweet smell of gunpowder filled the air as I slipped another round in and closed the breach.  The second squirrel had only gone a short distance before climbing a tree.  As I circled the tree the squirrel made a mad dash through the tree tops but at the shot he to dropped into the leaf litter below.  Though dad has been gone nearly two years now, his shotgun still works as well as the day he brought it home.

The bluing has worn thin in places with some pitting but what bothered me most was that the stock's finish had been badly damaged.  The finish was for the most part missing and the wood rough from water damage.  After stripping the stock and sanding it smooth I applied one coat of stain followed by 8 coats of polyurethane.  The old gun,still showing signs of wear but not of neglect, is again a pleasure to carry as I relive the memories from those years long ago.

Thursday, February 04, 2016

Landscape Transition

Here in South Central Pennsylvania we have undergone rapid transitions to our landscape twice in the past two weeks.  After an autumn and winter without snow cover, we were inundated with over two feet of snow arriving the evening of January 22nd and continuing through the entire day of the 23rd.  The snow compacted, evaporated, and melted some over the next week until about six inches remained.  This week the days warmed into the 40's to lower 50's melting the snow rapidly.   This was the situation on Tuesday when I shot the first four of photos posted here.

The creek ice which was safe to walk on a few days before was beginning to show signs of cracking due to water levels rising.

Areas of water pooled on the softening ice in some areas.

And in the rapids areas of open water with floating ice made it clear that the ice break-up was underway.

Rain arrived during Tuesday night and by Wednesday morning it was heavy at time.  The rain exacerbated the melting sending a heavy flow of water into the streams.  By Thursday morning the creek bordering our farm was flowing freely.

Remnants of the winter's ice cover remain strewn on the creek banks.

And Daffodils have already emerged in anticipation of the arrival of Spring.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Winter Storm Jonas, The Next Day

The snow stopped falling yesterday at dusk.  Its difficult to tell what the actual accumulation was for the snow drifted as it fell.  Today was a day of digging out while keeping an eye out for the occasional photo op to remember the storm by.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Winter Storm Jonas

 After much media fanfare winter storm Jonas arrived yesterday afternoon.  Snowing fell throughout the night and continued until dusk leaving about two feet of white powder in its wake.  The following are a few images I captured when I hiked to the farm today to feed the livestock.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Time For Feeder Birds

With the cold winds of January blowing the outdoor photo opportunities are somewhat limited.  However there is no time like the present to capture some close up shots of the hungry birds flocking to our feeders.   
Tufted Titmouse

 Dark-eyed Junco

Northern Cardinal Female

Oops, not a bird but in the feeder nontheless!

Saturday, January 02, 2016

One-bite Meal, Great Blue Heron

While spending Christmas with our Florida family my son Chad and I slipped out early one morning to visit the Viera Wetlands. After a decent morning of photograph and with the sun rising high into the sky we decided to drive one more lap around the dikes before calling it a day.  Moments later we spotted a great blue heron with a greater siren grasp securely in its bill.  Knowing there was little time to spare I braced the 600mm lens on the car door and quickly shot this sequence of the bird swallowing the huge meal.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Whitetail Wear & Tear

While photographing a young buck recently, I noticed that his left eye had a whitish clouded spot.

As he moved nearer I focused on his left eye, attempting to get a better view of his problem.

A heavily cropped section from the photo above shows a badly damaged area covering much of his pupil area, possibly rendering his blind in this eye.   How it happened is anyone's guess.  It does appear to be healing well and judging from his actions his injury does not seem to be limiting him in the least.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Whitetail Breeding Continues

While the 2015 whitetail rut is now a memory, some breeding activity continues.  This doe apparently did not conceive earlier during the rut and is again receptive to a bucks advances.  If this mating was successful it will result in the doe giving birth in early July. 

The following sequence of photos were of the mating encounter observed this morning.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Scavenging Predators

Discovering a winter-kill along an old logging road during early March I took the opportunity to document the various animals that passed by and or fed upon the carcass.    By placing a simple trail camera nearby I was able to monitor the carcass and collected thousands of images while doing so over the next two months.  Starting in mid March turkey vultures began visiting almost daily, however this post will focus upon the visiting predators.

Twice during the filming a bobcat passed by but apparently did not stop to feed.  The most voracious mammal scavengers were the raccoons , with some nights finding raccoons feeding from dusk until dawn and sometimes as many as four animals in one photo.

Following the raccoons in visit frequency were the opossums.  The opossum visits started the last week of March after some decay had began.  The opossum visits continued until the last remnants had disappeared.

Once in early April and then again three weeks later a black bear was captured passing the carcass.  However as in the case of the bobcat visits no images captured the bear feeding.  Also during April the carcass was visited and fed upon a number of times by a red fox/foxes.

 By late April the carcass the meat was virtually gone with only skin and bones remaining.  It was only then that the coyote visits began and soon both the skin and bones were carried away.