Showing posts with label wood stork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wood stork. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

90 Minutes in the Walmart Parking Lot




“Not much happens early in the morning in Citrus County,” said my brother as we drove into the Walmart parking lot  in Homosassa, Florida about 8:00 a.m.  I had read in the previous day’s newspaper that the five young whooping cranes and their ultralight plane "parents" were to fly over en route from Wisconsin (they left there in October) to their winter home in Chassahowitzka National Wildlife Refuge, only a few miles away.  They were to be led by two ultralight airplanes.  This was an adventure, and an opportunity to spend precious bonding time with my brother.
Wood Stork
Bird watching while waiting
As we were standing in the parking lot, observing the other bird enthusiasts, my brother pointed to a wood stork flying overhead.  I had an up-close encounter with one last year; they are mighty ugly but they look impressive flying in the distance – certainly more so than the constant supply of seagulls. 



What is this?
A man pulled up next to us, seemingly curious about the gathering crowd with their cameras and binoculars.  A police siren sounded in the distance and my brother said, jokingly, “It's the Whooping Crane parade!”  "Really?" said the man, sounding surprised and a little bit excited. He asked more questions and my brother made a joke about wearing his hat to protect his crainium when the birds flew over.  The man walked away, clearly not as amused by us as we were by ourselves.

In the starting gate

Homing pigeons heading home
No ordinary pigeons  
Two men in a station wagon unloaded small boxes in the corner of the parking lot. We saw a whooosh of pigeons emerge,  flying in formation overhead.  “Homing pigeons,” said my brother.  We talked to the men, who were very nice and enthusiastic about their hobby.  They raise and race pigeons; these birds were new and only flying 20 miles home that day.  We were invited to look at those still in their carrying crate.  Suddenly they released them; the birds were very glad to get out of that box and began circling the parking lot.  


One suggestion:  If you ever meet someone who raises pigeons, do not make the mistake of asking “So how are these pigeons different from the ones you find in the park?”  That is much like asking a thoroughbred breeder how his horse differs from the nag pulling a plow in the field.  Oops. 


Maiden flight for this group of homing pigeons
Craning for the Cranes
Soon we began to hear whispers through the small crowd that the lead plane was coming into sight.  We could hear a humming sound and by following the pointing hands, discovered the orange top  of the “mother” plane leading the five first-time flyers.  We quickly noticed there were only four birds behind the plane and were concerned that something had gone awry for one of them.  Our fears were squelched when we saw a tiny black dot behind the second aircraft.  It was the little slacker, bringing up the rear. 
It was quite a sight to behold.  Partly because we spend an hour standing on the Walmart asphalt on a chilly winter morning, but mostly because it was good to be among those welcoming the cranes to their new home.
Courtesy of the International Crane Foundation
Background on the Cranes
The 1996 movie Fly Away Home is the story of a young girl who raises geese and becomes their Mama, teaching them to follow an ultralight plane and migrating south for the winter.  Similar techniques were employed to teach these crane chicks to migrate.
Suit worn by humans working with crane chicks

Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center, Chantilly, Virginia
Whooping crane chicks raised to be introduced into the wild - and this migratory program - are only exposed to humans  wearing wearing special white suits, disguising their human features to look more crane-like.  Their human friends also wear a puppet on one hand that looks like the head of an adult whooping crane.  The whooping cranes we saw are the latest addition to the eastern flock that was established in 1999.
The International Whooping Crane Recovery Team is a team of American and Canadian ornithologists and biologists that recommend policy to the US Fish and Wildlife Service and the Canadian Wildlife service for the protection of the species, primarily those that migrate from Canada to Texas.  They established the Whooping Crane Eastern Partnership (WCEP)  and the additional migratory flock that winters in Florida and spends it summers in central Wisconsin.  Operation Migration’s method of ultralight-led migration was sanctioned by the Whooping Crane Recovery Team and Operation Migration planned and led this mission.  Many of the chicks they work with are raised at the Patuxent Wildlife Research Center in Laurel, MD. 
See the Operation Migration website for a journal of the work with the chicks, photographs of the volunteers dressed in white suits with crane puppet heads training the chicks, and their initial training flights with the ultralights.  One of the ultralights, along with the special suit, is on display at the Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia (part of the Smithsonian's Air and Space Museum).
Courtesy International Crane Foundation
Whooping Crane Facts
The whooping crane has a 7-8 foot wing span and stands about 5 feet tall.  Their lifespan in the wild is 22-24 years.


In 1941, the wild population was down to 21 birds and in 1967 it was declared an endangered species. There are only about 650 of them in the world. 

As part of their courtship ritual, they whoop and dance.  They mate for life.

The only naturally occurring whooping cranes spend their summers in Wood Buffalo National Park in Canada and winters in the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge in Texas.  In 2006 there were 200 birds in the flock.  They migrate in the spring and fall along a narrow corridor between the two locations.

With the introduction of the Eastern flock, that the new Florida residents belong to, and the intervention of the many cooperating organizations that protect the birds, the population has increased to more than 400 wild birds and about 150 captive birds.   


Sunday, March 28, 2010

Learning to Wait


Sandhill crane, Citrus County, Florida 
Patience is a necessary quality for any person unfortunate enough to be among the ranks of the unemployed.  If you don't already have patience, you will learn it during this process.  I was not prepared for this seemingly endless period of hurry up and wait nor for the highs of the maybes and lows of disappointment.  Learning to wait is one of the most important lessons I am working on.
Sandhill crane on nest, Citrus County, Florida
Just last week I spent a few days in Florida.  In addition to family, it is home to the sandhill cranes in winter (many migrate north to Canada for the summer season).   

I was pretty low about the job situation when I arrived, and so ready for an adventure.  My brother arranged for me to visit a friend’s property where most mornings some 100 sandhill cranes visit.

I spent two very long, chilly mornings watching and waiting for their anticipated arrival;  I waited, quietly, for more than 4 hours.  They never came,  but something perhaps more important happened.
Citrus County, Florida
I was calm.  I did not get mad when they failed to arrive.  I enjoyed the anticipation and the time outdoors; I found other things to appreciate and enjoy during the wait. 

This experience was much like the past 14 months, except that I was even better prepared.  I  had the right clothes and the necessary supplies (two camera lenses, extra batteries, lens cleaner and a large cup of coffee).  Perhaps most importantly, I was fully aware that the wait was likely to be long, and could be fruitless.    
Great white heron, Citrus County, Florida
Great blue heron, Citrus County, Florida
Tom and part of his harem, Citrus County, Florida
Lone sandhill crane in morning fog, Citrus County, Florida
On the first day, my brother went with me and we spent the first hour together, without interruption.  It was absolutely worth it for that part alone.  But I was doubly rewarded.  Like the past months when I have spent unexpected time with nature, I was given an extraordinary gift.  Through the fog we observed deer, two flocks of wild turkeys, a great blue heron and a great white heron.   I had never seen a Tom Turkey leading his flock.  It was fascinating and gave me a better understanding of the term “turkey trot”.  Those girls can really move when Tom gives the word!  Rather than 100 sandhill cranes, I saw one lone sandhill walking around the owner's yard.
Deer and Great Blue Heron, Citrus County, Florida
Vultures, Citrus County, Florida
Hungry gator, Citrus County, Florida
On the second day, the fog lifted and I saw the sun rise higher and observed more turkeys and deer, a little blue heron and my old friends the great white and the great blue.  A pileated woodpecker flew by and a dozen enormous turkey vultures perched in a nearby tree and flew so close that their wings sounded like beach umbrellas on a windy day.  I heard the wild turkeys continuing their loud chatter long after they trotted into the woods.  Then I saw a second great blue heron fly low over the other, calling out to him.  He reacted quickly and flew off in pursuit, making a great deal of noise.  Moments later I realized what the commotion was about when, in the same spot where the great blue had been only moments before, a 5-foot alligator, looking greatly disappointed, crawled out of the water to lie in the sun in lieu of his anticipated feast. 
Early morning squirrel, Citrus County, Florida
While a little disappointed that I didn’t see the flock of sandhills I had heard so much about, I left that second day feeling refreshed and reinvigorated.  I had in fact spent a fair amount of time talking to God about my situation, asking for guidance, and meditating.  It was time well spent.

Interestingly, I later found out that our information about where exactly to go to see the sandhills was not quite right.  Also like job hunting, it seems that if you aren’t clear in your directions or are not focused correctly, you can be very very close to your goal yet miss it completely.  The cranes were on a nearby piece of land and I was just not quite close enough.
Sandhill cranes near Weeki Wachee Springs, Florida
On another day, I spotted a sandhill crane along a rural road and my friend and I pulled off to see it.  He moved quickly away from us and into the shallow marsh.  In the middle of the marsh sat another crane and he headed toward her.  She rose and exposed a tiny fuzzy crane chick, probably only a few days old.  The baby walked to the edge of the nest to greet his father, then walked between his doting parents, seemingly enjoying the freedom of a few feet of playspace.  The parents paid much attention to him, gently nudging him back when he got too far from the center of the nest.  It was a sweet scene.  I couldn’t have asked for anything better than that. 

Job hunting, like life, can involve a lot of spinning wheels, looking in all the wrong places and waiting endlessly.  Then when you least expect it, something good happens that might not be what you had envisioned at all.  

Lessons learned:  Be mindful of where you look and don’t give up.  It’s worth the wait but it might take longer than you planned.  You never know what is around the next bend; it could be an ugly old wood stork!
Wood Stork, Pine Island, Florida