I started this post last June, but never finished it. Better late that never. Here are just a few pictures of our birds that make their home at the Mill. It defies conventional wisdom that so much wildlife makes it home at an industrial complex and thrives. It’s all about the habitat.
The deer that live around the mill always converge on the hayfield behind the log deck in the fall and winter. This year I’ve counted as many as twenty at a time. I’ve accumulated some photos over the last few months. Typically, I’m not very close so the pictures are a little soft. They just went through the rut and the bucks will soon shed their antlers. Click on a picture to enlarge the gallery.
My very good friends Jan and Chris requested otters for this weeks Wild Wednesday. So that’s what they get, otters! Plus as a bonus, Golden Retrievers, since they have a pack of goldens of their own.
Sailor is looking for the otters. He loves them, but not in a good way.
“Not you again!”
Time to swim the other way.
Now you see me, now you don’t!
Not sure where he went Sailor checks the big pipe, “not in there.”
There wasn’t just one.
But three, all swimming in formation.
It was more than Sailor could stand. right after this shot, he launched off the dock and was in hot pursuit. Not that he could ever catch an otter, but try telling him that. It took all my tricks to get him to come back to shore. That’s why there weren’t any pictures of that episode!
The otters weren’t the least bit concerned.
In fact, they were very curious.
Bliss in the Sacramento River.
But not as curious as the otters.
Checking her out.
Bliss was more interested in a scummy old piece of bark.
One of the remaining osprey keeps watch from a nearby oak tree.
The surviving ospreys have seemed to rally this week after the helicopter incident I blogged about last week, Wild Wednesday … A Death In The Family. For most of the week only one young osprey was in the nest. It occasionally left, but would return later. It sat in the nest calling for food.
The young osprey waits.
After a few days, I saw the second young bird return. Then both called.
The other young osprey awkwardly comes in for a landing.
Waiting patiently for breakfast.
Eventually, I saw the parent osprey. She came in with a fish for the young birds, but didn’t give it to them. She flew to the edge of the tower and started calling the fledglings. When the youngster moved toward her, she lifted off and flew up river. She was training her young fish hawks.
She brings in a fish for teasing her youngsters into following her. Her behavior has inspired my confidence in their future success.
After examining the photos I took of the dead osprey, I’m pretty sure it was the male bird that was struck by the helicopter blade. Now, mother osprey soldiers on. No news yet on the Fish and Wildlife warden’s investigation.