Great Horned Owl at The Azure Gate

For the last couple of days we have had this Great Horned Owl sitting in one of our pine trees. Unlike most other birds, owls don't fly off the moment they see humans. As long as you don't startle them or get too close they are content sitting still. This one was about 40 feet off the ground in an 120 foot pine. You might think, "how did I get this angle?" We have easy access to our roof top. So, I just went up on the roof, made sure he noticed me from a distance, and then slowly walked diagonally towards him. He looked and me as if to say, "I was here first, this is my spot, and you're not going to chase me off." Or, "I'm beautiful and not afraid, so take as many pictures as you want."

Snow in Tucson

I have been doing these blogs first thing in the morning lately. And, even though this is Southern Arizona, it gets cold during the night in the winter. In fact, the period between December 15th and January 15th is usually the coldest. That means low 30's at night, low 60's during the day. Not exactly Rochester, but still feels cold in the morning. While there can be lots of snow on Mount Lemmon and throughout the surrounding mountain tops here, it rarely snows down where we are. The one exception was three years ago at this time. It started snowing shortly after the sun went down, didn't stop until the sun came up. We awoke to about five inches of snow. Our oasis was white with the exception of the blue cool water in the pool. It was quite a surprise to us --- just as it probably was to this broad tailed hummingbird sitting outside our dinning room door. I wanted to open the door and let him in to get warm, but he may never have left. I remember snow in Rochester (we lived there six years). There would be snow on the ground from November to April. Our Tucson snow didn't last past 9:00 am. It melted pretty quickly once the sun came up. But, it yielded a nice photo or two.

Medicine Lake, Alberta

On that same winter trip to Jasper National Park I drove up Maligne Road which passes Medicine Lake and ends at Maligne Lake. It was dawn and I was creating the first tracks of the day in the fresh snow on the road. Before reaching Medicine Lake, I came across a Moose cow and her calf. They were eating something in the snow on the road. Maybe the road had been salted the day before, don't know. I took several photos of the moose before they wandered off. I continued up the canyon and upon reaching Medicine Lake found this elk along the lake's edge. It was a day or two after finding the caribou on the lake. The way the elk was lying behind the snow covered rocks, it looked like just the bust of an elk. I thought it would be a good photo. The elk was very cooperative. He let me photograph him from many angles. After returning home and developing the film I realized ... maybe it was actually better than a good photo. Such is the "nature" of wildlife photography.

Caribou on the run

No the Christmas photo of the reindeer (caribou) was not taken in Tucson. I was on a winter trip up to Alberta to look for caribou. A combination of warming and development have pushed caribou a hundred miles north of Banff in Alberta. On my way, I stopped in Wells Grey, British Columbia, a favorite place which I talk about someday. I slept in the back of my truck; awoke in the morning, went to brush my teeth, and the toothpaste was frozen. In fact, everything was frozen -- except what I had put in the ice chest. The ice chest, even with ice in it, acted as an insulator from the cold. It was minus eleven degrees. Anyway, I finally reached my destination in Jasper National Park and was driving up to Medicine and Maligne Lakes where I had seen caribou before. When I got to the frozen, snow covered Medicine Lake I saw seven caribou out in the middle; maybe 300 yards away. So, I stopped the truck, got out, grabbed  my camera and tripod, and slid down the embankment (not intentionally) and on to the lake. I was still much to far away for a photograph. So, I walked out on the lake a hundred and fifty yards or so, thinking that was a safe distance. I set up my tripod and started taking photos. Soon the caribou started running parallel to me (the photo from Christmas). But, then, all of a sudden, the bull turns (as do the others) and starts running straight towards me. That's the photo above. I realized that I am not going to out run the caribou, especially in the snow. But, once they got 50 yards from me they stopped. I took a few more photos, said thank you to them, turned, and trudged back through the snow and up the embankment. By the time I reached the truck I was dripping with sweat. You see the temperature had risen to minus 7 degrees.

Merry Christmas from The Azure Gate and Exclusively Wildlife Photos

Caribou photo taken on Medicine Lake in Alberta

May Santa's sleigh bring you abundance, joy, peace, and fulfillment this Christmas Day.

Bobcat at The Azure Gate

As I was coming back from the market this morning at 7:00 am a Bobcat walked across our driveway in about the same spot as this one did a couple of years ago. 30 minutes later a Cooper's Hawk was sitting atop the big tree in the oasis. Moments later, I look out and there is a Harris Hawk where the Cooper's was. The Harris Hawk swoops down and out of sight. Then the Cooper's Hawk comes back. This afternoon a Caliope Hummingbird (the smallest bird in North America) and occasional visitor to The Azure Gate came right up to my face and hovered in front of me.  Then went on to his feeder. As Christine and I were leaving to go for a walk, a Roadrunner ran across the road. Sometimes I want to just sit outside and watch what's going on. I remember something DeWitt Jones (a National Geographic photographer) said:  every once in a while leave your camera behind. Just go out and enjoy the beauty, the peace, and the spirit of nature. Yes indeed.

Harris Hawk

A couple of days ago I was making breakfast and talking with guests when I noticed two Harris Hawks sitting at the top of a big Mesquite Tree in our "oasis". The Harris Hawk is pretty much restricted to Southern Arizona and Southwest Texas in the US. Then south into Argentina. It's main diet is small birds and mammals. It is unique in many ways. First, it usually hunts in families, two to four, although I remember once seeing 8 fly over The Azure Gate. Second, it has a very deep rasping voice, quite unlike other raptors. Both Christine and I have walked towards one only to have it "scold" us, like the one in the photo above. Third, it can be trained, so it is a popular hawk of falconry. In fact, the Sonoran Desert Museum here in Tucson has a "raptor show" every afternoon at 1:30 that includes three or four Harris Hawks. They are quite beautiful with their "burnt orange" color on their shoulders.

Coyotes

The bottom photo is of a coyote at 7000 feet and minus 11 degrees F, taken in Alberta, Canada. The top photo is of a coyote here at The Azure Gate in Tucson with temperature over 100 degrees F. In both cases the tail is nice and full. But, the Alberta coyote has a fuller coat, with more fur on the paws than the Tucson coyote.  Yet, both look very healthy. They simply adapt to the climate. The Tucson coyote is carrying a carcass -- I suspect a rabbit from its size. Coyote and deer populations have been increasing dramatically over the past couple of decades -- probably due to the reduction in wolf and mountain lion populations. I read that government agencies kill approximately 90,000 coyotes a year. A staggering number. In fact, hard to believe. If that included road kill, maybe. I know that in Arizona, the Fish and Game department killed over 200 (by helicopter) in the area around Sonoita 40 miles southeast of Tucson two years ago. It was done as a complete surprise to the general public which was outraged after the fact. Citizens bombarded AZF&G and newspapers with comments. Coyote attacks on humans is very rare. There have been only two deaths from coyotes in the past 50 years. One was in California in 1981 and one in Nova Scotia just two months ago. It was a toddler in the first case, and a 19 year old in the latter. To put this into perspective, the latest studies show that in the United States 800,000 people are bitten by a dog each year and on average 1008 people are treated in emergency rooms for dog bites every single day. That is truly staggering. The number of fatal dog bites (attacks) has been increasing. In 2007 there were 33 deaths in the US from "domesticated" dogs. None from wolves or coyotes.

Alberta Coyote

Sometimes you can get close to coyotes. Strangely, I haven't found that to be the case so much with the coyotes here at The Azure Gate. They come through often, yipping often at night or passing through during the day. Yet, when we see them they walk away swiftly -- or, they "Shape-Shift." Okay, an explanation is in order. The Native Americans believe that coyotes can change their shape. And, I am not one to say that belief is wrong. I was photographing a coyote here, heard yipping behind me, turned and saw a coyote. When I turned back around the coyote I was initially photographing was gone. I turned again and the second was gone. When I say "gone" I mean gone no sign of them, not running movement 20 - 30 yards, nothing. Well, except I would swear that was new prickly pear cactus that wasn't there before. Spooky! Anyway, back to Alberta the photo above. Occasionally, you see a coyote along a road and you stop and the coyote comes toward you. Chances are it is a coyote that has been fed by humans. Such a shame. Then again, sometimes in the middle of nowhere you see a coyote that doesn't run away but just stares at first. I wish I could say that is the case above. No, it was the first case, probably fed by humans. But, it did afford me a nice close up. Once he realized I wasn't going to feed him he walked away.

Yellowstone Coyote

Even though I see coyotes often at or around The Azure Gate in Tucson, I am never bored seeing them. For example, this beautiful coyote in Yellowstone. Yes, I was looking for bears, moose, and wolves. But, a coyote in hand is better than two wolves in a bush -- or, something like that. I watched these two coyotes walking in a field of grass a couple hundred yards away. I was walking parallel to them. After awhile one of them turned and started walking diagonally in the same direction I was headed. Eventually, he was 20 yards away and I got this photo. I could have just said to myself, "myself, (I can't believe I just did that) you've seen coyotes before and these are 200 yards away. Just keep going."  But, over the years I have spent in the wilderness, I have learned a couple of things. First, you can spend hours on end looking and not finding what you are looking for. And, second is its corollary,  stay put when you find an animal - even if far away. He may reward you and give you a great unexpected photograph.

Cody Coyote

Christine and I just went to see the movie "Did Your Hear About the Morgans?" (Hugh Grant, Sarah Jessica Parker). The movie takes place in "Ray, Wyoming" which is supposed to be a town near Cody, Wyoming. The movie was actually filmed in New Mexico for some incoherent reason.  Anyway, Cody is the first town east of Yellowstone National Park. Two years ago I was driving along between Cody and Yellowstone and came across this coyote playing amongst the wildflowers. It was as delightful to watch as it seemed delightful to him to be playing there. Of course, he may have been chasing food and I just didn't see the mouse -- or whatever -- he was chasing. But, nonetheless, fun to watch. I know there are others who think coyotes are beautiful, right?

Columbia Icefields Coyote

Since I started the subject of coyotes, I thought I would share some of my favorite coyote photos/stories. Up next: Canada.  About half way between Banff and Jasper in Alberta is the Columbia Icefields. This area is surrounded by glaciers and creates an "ice-lake" of sorts; looks like a very large skating rink.  The Icefields represents a boom to wildlife: moose, caribou, elk, coyote, etc. It becomes a wildlife corridor, i.e. a walkway whose general purpose is travel. One cold January day, I spotted this coyote on the Icefields. I walked along its edge, side by side with the coyote for 45 minutes or so. Finally, the coyote turned towards me, with the intention to get to the adjacent mountain and disappear into the woods. But, in so doing I was able to get this wonderful photo. Then I got out of his path and he indeed disappeared.

The Coyote!

The coyotes were yipping away several times last night. Like many mammals, coyotes gather together and run in "packs" during the winter months. I have seven as many as seven at a time here at The Azure Gate. We had guests about two weeks ago that were thrilled because they saw five one morning. We also hear them - the coyotes, not the guests - yipping more in the winter as well. This particular photo is a favorite of mine. I really like the coloration and the fullness of his coat. Almost looks like he has a little wolf in him. The paws aren't big enough though. That's creosote in the background. Coyotes are amazingly resilient animals. They were killed by the thousands during the early 20th century. Now, they exist in just about every climate, every elevation, and every part of the US and Canada. I have photographed them at 10,000 feet and at sea level; snow covered mountains and desert; 110 degrees and minus 10 degrees; extreme wilderness and in towns. To me, the stories of the scraggly looking coyote are merely for fiction. They are truly beautiful animals. Here's one to prove it.

Agua Caliente's Great Egret

From Whitewater Draw's Great Egret to Agua Caliente's Great Egret. Yesterday morning I didn't have to make breakfast so was up at the crack of dawn to drive  the 5 miles to Agua Caliente. It was 35 degrees, so a bit on the chilly side. I first startled a Great Blue Heron that flew across the pond to sit on top of a huge palm tree. But, then I came across this beautiful Great Egret. He wasn't the slightest bit nervous about my being around. He was totally focused on eating small fish and insects in the shallow water around the palm trees. One of the best things about digital photography -- from a wildlife photographer's point of view  -- is the lighting. But in my slide film days (actually just three years ago) I would need ASA 100 for sun shots and 200 or 400 ASA for shots in the woods. I remember at time near Roche Lake in British Columbia I saw a nice sized White Tail Deer buck eating grass in an open field. I had ASA 100 film which was ideal and started taking photos. Then I heard some noise behind me, and in the woods was a mother black bear and her two cubs. Although I took photos of the bear, none were really good. Another time I found Sea Lions in a cave on the Oregon Coast. I had ASA 400 with me, but that just ended up being a waste of film. Now, with my Canon 5D Mk II, I can shoot the Equivalent of ASA 50, turn around and shoot ASA 3200. That's almost in the dark. This egret is a perfect example. It was  dawn, the sun hadn't come up yet, and the egret was in water surrounded by huge palms. The camera registered 1600 ASA. How did we even do it without digital?

Whitewater Draw White Faced Ibis

Another "find" at Whitewater Draw is the White Faced Ibis. An awkward looking bird -- something from a Count Dracula film, maybe. They are about the size of a snowy egret. Males and females have identical plumage. They nest in low lying trees like other wading birds. Being named "white faced ibis" is somewhat misleading. The adult, when breeding has a white border around its eye. So much for the "white face." But also when breeding, its plumage turns to an iridescent burgundy color best seen when flying. The white faced ibis spends its summers in northern California, Nevada, and Utah; wintering in Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Northern Mexico. I have usually found them in numbers of 5 to 50, always where water is present. This can include farm lands that have been turned and watered recently. This often makes finding insects -- their main diet -- easier.

Owls of Whitewater Draw-Part Two

Typically, when the owls are nesting, the sandhill cranes are around in huge numbers; 25,000 is not unusual. With that many cranes making noise, visitors "flock" to see them (my apologies for the too obvious pun). Many of those visitors don't realize that barn owls and long eared owls are nesting a couple hundred yards away. The owls, rarely move around and make no sound at all during the day so are easily overlooked. Although the barn owls are more easily spotted if you are looking for them, the long eared owl is quite the opposite. While the barn owl likes branches nearer the top of the tree and further out from the tree trunk, the long eared owl likes to be close to the trunk. Even in winter when there are few leaves on the trees the coloration of the owl and of the tree make finding them difficult. I probably took 40 photos from every angle to get this one. You have to be quiet and careful not to disturb them as you move around. Christine was with me at the time. I tried to explain to her where to look. After five or more minutes she lit up like a Christmas Tree, obviously finding this quite beautiful owl staring at her (probably the entire time she was looking for it). Owls are one of my favorite birds to photograph. I think it is because they are typically still and stay in constant eye contact with you. Something about that feels like a relationship developing. And, of course, the photographs with those big eyes looking right at the observer recreate that feeling.

Owls of Whitewater Draw

Another attraction of Whitewater Draw is the owl nesting areas. Whitewater Draw consists of Chihuahuan desert grasslands and ponds in the heart of Sulphur Springs Valley, Arizona. Most of the attention goes to the 20-25,000 Sandhill Cranes that winter on the site. In fact, I had not even explored the willow trees just to the south of the ponds the first visit. The willows provide nesting for Barn Owls and Long Eared Owls. I counted 12 Barn Owls two years ago. I was told there were as many as 24 that year. (I'll talk about the Long Eared Owl tomorrow). Barn Owls are fairly easy to spot. The white face is a sure give-away. The area is "roped" off to caution visitors about disturbing the nesting site. So, getting a good photo is chancy, at best. Often there are too many trees or branches in the way. But when you can get a photo -- such as the one above -- you feel good. Even though it is a photo the owl looks like he is looking directly at you -- that intimate relationship I always try to capture in my photography.

Whitewater Draw, Arizona

Another unexpected event -- a little one this time. Our guests needed to leave first thing yesterday morning, so: no breakfast. This allowed me to get off early to look for a photograph or two. I decided to check out Whitewater Draw about an hour and 30 minutes from us. It's about 20 minutes past Tombstone. There a several shallow lakes that provide winter homes for Sandhill Crane, Snow and Ross' Geese. It is also a nesting area for Great Horned, Barn, Burrowing, and Long Eared Owls (January, February, and March). But, here it is mid December so I'll need to wait a month or so for the owls to start arriving. However,  a couple thousand Sandhill Cranes had arrived. Sandhill Cranes are very noisy birds. You can hear them from a mile away. And, of course when there are a couple thousand flying at one time it is quite a sight. Also a couple hundred Geese and this Great Egret that allowed me several wonderful photos. Also present a pair of Buffleheads - uncommon in Southern Arizona. Unfortunately, they just were not going to come close enough to me for a good photo. Also got a nice photo of a male Vermillion Flycatcher and the much more common Killdeer. I checked out Lake Cochise as well, although not much there. Did get a decent Great Blue Heron, but disappointed that White Pelicans, White Faced Ibises, and Cattle Egrets hadn't arrived yet. But, that is the "nature" of the wildlife photographer.

Verdins

Another bird unique to the extreme Southwest is the Verdin. It is about the same size as the lesser goldfinch, although weighs a little less. The top photo is a young female beginning to turn to her adult plumage. The bottom photo is the male. We have many "dish type" hummingbird feeders because they do a better job of keeping bees and ants off the feeders than the more typical glass gravity fed feeders. The dish feeder is pretty much restricted to birds (or animals) with long tongues. Animals, you say? Yes, the Mexican Long Tongued Bat and Mexican Long Nose Bat feast on our feeders during their migration (August to October). The gila woodpeckers also have long tongues and are a constant user. The little Verdins, though, smell the nectar but can't get at it. So, they are constantly moving around the feeder: the bottom, the sides, the top, looking for a way to get at it. They are very cute little birds. Not as abundant as the goldfinches; maybe five or six reside here. So we love to see them.

Back to Tucson and The Azure Gate

Returning to The Azure Gate B&B, here in Tucson, we are always welcomed by our year round guests, the lesser goldfinches. We have between 40 and 60 on any given day. The male, as seen in the top photo, although black capped is a little different than his cousin, the American Goldfinch who has a black forehead. The female, (bottom photo) has a green back with a grayer head than the American Goldfinch. The lesser goldfinch is a little smaller and just as sweet -- maybe more so. These little guys are only found in the Southwest (and Mexico), whereas the American Goldfinch is found throughout the US. They love their thistle food, and make several trips to the water bowl every hour.

Joshua Tree National Park's Rock Formations

What was the biggest surprise about Joshua Tree National Park was the rock formations. We have some very unique mountains around Tucson. The huge rock piles in Texas Canyon of the Dragoon Mountains (about one hour east of us); the hoodoos on Mount Lemmon (just up the road from us); and the grottos and amazing formations of the Chiracahua Mountains at Chiracahua National Monument (just under two hours from us). But, for some reason I only pictured joshua trees at Joshua Tree National Park. We had just completed our "moderately strenuous" hike to 49 Palms, and it was getting close to dark when we came across these wonderful rock formations above.  The top photo is a rock formation that looks like an elephant to me. The bottom photo is of a rock formation called "skull rock." There is a Skull Rock campground with trail that our daughter Erin and family took a couple of years ago. We wished we had a lot more time exploring these trails. We'll be back!

Joshua Tree National Park

On to Joshua Tree National Park. There is good reason why this is a National Park. It is simply an amazing landscape. As unique in the world as Saguaro National Park or Organ Pipe National Park. The notion that the only place in the entire world where Saguaros grow is in the Sonoran Desert; or Organ Pipe Cactus only in the extreme Sourthwest Arizona; or Joshua Tree only in about 400,000 acres of Southeast California makes these parks very special. But, in addition to the joshua tree, the rock formations take your breath away (more tomorrow about that). We did a hike into 49 palms. This is a hike over a barren mountain (no joshua trees in this part of the park) to get into a small canyon where water exists year round -- along with 49 palm trees. Since there is water it attracts birds and animals. We found big horn sheep scat in several places, yet we came up empty again. There were lots of birds as expected. And the occasional red barrel cactus added a bit of color to the landscape. The hike was exhilarating and the 49 palms oasis worth the exercise. Our drive through the park at dusk gave us wonderful colorful views such as the Joshua Tree (s) above.

Indian Canyon, California

Indian Canyon is on the outskirts of Palm Springs (California). Or, is Palm Springs on the outskirts of Indian Canyon? Indian Canyon including Tahquitz Canyon is land owned by the Agua Caliente Band of  the Cahuilla Indians. The canyons are in the San Jacinto Mountains.  A Ranger told me that there are around 700 Bighorn Sheep in the San Jacintos. Problem: very little access. So, very seldom seen. Next trip I am going to head up the Colorado River toward Las Vegas in hopes of finding them. But, for now, it's Indian Canyon. I woke up as I usually do in order to get where I want to be by dawn. However, as I approached Indian Canyon there was a gate and a sign with hours 8:00 AM to whatever. So, I am sitting in my Jeep trying to decide on an alternative strategy, when I notice a flock of Western Bluebirds eating berries from the palm tree right next to me. Long story short, I was there for over an hour photographing a wide variety of birds such as the male western bluebird, female western bluebird, and mountain bluebird above.

Fall Colors at Cibola National Wildlife Refuge

Fall comes late to the Southwest. And, yet just as I say this, Flagstaff is bracing for two feet of snow. And, they already have snow on the ground. But, Flagstaff is northern Arizona, 7000 feet. Raking all the mesquite leaves has only just begun here in Tucson. But, back to Cibola. As I mentioned Cibola has a lovely nature trail that leads to a blind for viewing waterbirds in the ponds along the Colorado River. I thought today, maybe just of few pictures of the fall colors along the trail at Cibola.

Cibola National Wildlife Refuge

My apologies for the break in the blog. On the spur of the moment a trip to Palm Springs, Joshua Tree National Park, and Cibola National Wildlife Refuge became possible. Our son, Matt and his wife Rung, made a last minute change in their vacation plans: a time share in Palm Springs, only six hours from Tucson. It was such a delight to see them - an early Christmas Present for sure. So, for the next couple of days we will have some photos of that trip. One such photo, this Great Egret, was captured at Cibola National Wildlife Refuge. Cibola is unique in that the refuge is in Arizona, but there is no way to get to it from Arizona. Whether approaching from Yuma (Interstate 8) or Blythe (Interstate 10) it is at least two hours from Imperial National Wildlife Refuge (also Arizona) to which it shares a common border. (Although, obviously no road between them). We saw several hundred Sandhill Cranes and Canada Geese that winter on the refuge along with this egret. Also a hundred or more yellow headed blackbirds persistent in eating something that was all along the dirt road. For Christine, the short hike through the Cottonwood forest was the highlight. The combination of cottonwoods, honey and screwbean mesquite trees, willow trees, and the turning from fall to winter made for a colorful fairyland. Bobcat tracks and scat all along the trail -- but, I guess if I want to see a bobcat the best place is still our backyard. More tomorrow.

black bear sleeping

No this is NOT a "Zoo" photo. Bears occasionally - but actually - lie down and rest or sleep in the wild too. It's not just in the zoos.   This three or so year old was lying down when I came across him. He let me take several photos including this one where I too was lying down to get a better angle. What makes wildlife photography challenging is that you can't always get the angle you want, or remove obstructions. Can't powder the nose or forehead so to speak. Can't move a branch or some grass back away from the face. Can't ask the bear to move back just a bit. You take what you can get. It was, nonetheless, a sweet experience.

black bear scolding

I came across this mother with her two cubs while on a back road in Jasper National Park (Alberta, Canada). The bears were eating grasses and wildflowers along the side of the road. Where the bear population is relatively high, you can find bears along the back roads in the spring and early summer because that area gets more sun and thus more edible plants. Deeper in the woods there is less sun and thus less edible plants. I had been with the bears for about ten minutes when one of the cubs ran out onto the road. Almost immediately the mother called out for the cub and scolded him (her) upon the cub's return to the edge. Reminds me of when I was growing up. My mom didn't like me playing in the road either.

Yellowstone National Park

  

Cinnamon Color bears are actually black bears. This one was going from pine tree to pine tree eating the white pine nuts. I had been watching him for an hour or so. It was an early morning in late September at Yellowstone National Park. Instead of continuing to follow along behind him, I decided to move 100 yards ahead in anticipation of him coming towards me -- knowing that he was not the least bit interested in me (or the 25 people watching him), he wanted those nuts. Eventually, he was right in front of me. Although he was only10-12 feet away I felt reasonably safe. There was a guard rail between us and a car was parked close enough that I could get to if necessary. I was more afraid that the Park Ranger would ticket me for being so close.

 I try to be a good example at Yellowstone because there are so many "tourists" that don't understand bears. So, I don't try to get as close to a bear (at Yellowstone) as I would in British Columbia or Alberta when there are no other humans around. In this case, I took a quick photo and moved back slowly but far enough away to get a photo of the bear as he jumped up onto the tree.

                                   

black bear caution

Early on in my "photo" career, I came across a male black bear just before dark. It was late September, the berries were all gone, the vegetation was all stripped, and so he was turning over very large rocks -- very easily -- looking for grubs, insects, anything with some protein.  It was getting closer to winter and he had to build his strength. Nonetheless, I was excited about getting photos. Not knowing what I know now, I got a little too close; about 15 feet to be exact. He didn't like that and charged me. Bears (like skunks) do what is called a "false charge". They take two or three very quick steps directly at you, not because they want to fight but simply to scare you off. It worked. Forget about everything you read: i.e. If a bear comes at you stand perfectly still. Instinct takes over, something you have no control over. I ran like ....
So, what did I learn? Be more cautious in the fall. Pay attention to the signs i.e. he was turning over rocks, grunting, not too happy with what he was (wasn't) finding. It was late in the day so a photo from ASA 100 slide film wasn't going to turn out, anyway. The photo above was a second experience of this nature. I was probably 50 feet from this bear when he turned and took a step toward me -- not a step in search of food, but deliberately to tell me something. I had learned to accept whatever the bear's wishes were. I left with just this photo. Christine once read a book about bears where a Chapter was entitled, "Was it Worth a Photo?" I realized that respecting bears is an important consideration if I want a long career as a wildlife photographer.

From Fishing to Photography

I spent 15 years as an avid flyfisherman. As I would fish the remote backwoods lakes in British Colombia I would see moose, bear, elk, etc. Finally, I got the bright idea to buy a camera. On my first trip with camera in hand, I fished Island Lake. I was in a "float tube" (an upscale inner tube with pockets and a back rest) fishing close to the shoreline, when a black bear came out of the woods and stopped just short of the lake. I was so excited I could hardly stand it. I got out my camera and took not quite three rolls of film, when he stomped his foot at me. I decided to move back a bit. As I moved back he took two steps forward and lay down on a patch of snow. Evidently I was too close to the snow patch for his comfort level. As it turns out, with my telephoto lens on, I was also too close to get a good photo. All of my photos of that bear were out of focus. DISAPPOINTMENT!! (I didn't know that of course until I got home and developed the film). However, after fishing Island Lake I took a dirt road over to Tunkwa Lake. On the way I came across this black bear with her two cubs -- one of which was brown. Although, bears have a great sense of smell, they don't have great eyesight.  The mother had to stand to get a good look at me. I took several photos of mom and the cubs before running out of film. The sound of the camera rewinding was loud enough to scare off the bears so that was the last photo. Fortunately, though, all of these photos turned out.

Bye, Bye, Black Bear

PART V: Momentarily full, mom decided it was time to leave the dinner table, the little cubs trotting behind. It was the last photo I took. I resumed my trip back to Jasper with one shot left in my camera. A photographer for National Geographic once told me that the average NGM article had 30 photos. But, that the photographer might take 300 rolls of film to get those 30. I had less than one roll so felt pretty good. The encounter lasted about an hour. The excitement, a little longer. This is the biggest difference in photographing large mammals versus ... birds for example. With birds it is usually a fleeting moment. With large mammals, once in a while you really get to spend some "quality time" and establish a "relationship" with your subject. And so, even though it happened over ten years ago, I remember it as if it were yesterday.

Black Bear Cubs Kissing

Part IV: One thing I've learned about photographing black bears is to pay attention to the time of year. In the spring bears are just coming out of hibernation, they have lost a lot of body weight, and they don't want to spend a lot of energy chasing food. Especially when the ground is full of fresh young, easily digestible vegetation. This is not true of the fall, when bears are looking for fat and protein. So, I can get a little closer in the Spring then I can in the fall. These two bear cubs were playing "hide-n-seek," chasing each other up and around trees. When it was over they seem to "kiss" as if to say "thank you, that was fun." Mom continued to eat this luscious vegetarian meal that surrounded her.

black bear cub waiving

PART III: This is my favorite photo from this "encounter" because it appears that the cub is waiving to me. Getting close to black bears -- especially, black bear cubs is a process involving much patience. My experience (after photographing around 350-400 bears) is that 50% of the time you see a bear it runs away; 25% the bear walks away. When this happens I NEVER go after them, track them etc. The bear has told me they would rather not be around me. I "listen" and comply with much respect. What that means is 25% of the time I have an opportunity to get a good photo if I don't screw up. First, I make sure that the bear knows I am there. And, that the bear knows I know that he is there. I stop, look at the bear, and then look away. I continue to do that until the bear starts eating again. Then I take diagonal steps to get closer -- or get the angle I want. If the bear stops eating and looks at me, I stop and look at him, then look away. That continues until the bear starts eating again. If the bear walks away, then that's it. It's over. But, if the bear starts eating again I start walking again. This process continues until I get where I want to be, to get the photo I want to get. At some point I can usually move about freely -- albeit slowly, quietly, and without hand and arm movement -- and without disturbing mom who remains focused on eating as much vegetation as she can. In the case of the cub in this photo, I am standing about 20 feet away. The mom is about 50 feet away to the right. But, it took a good 45 minutes to get close enough for this photo without upsetting either the cubs or mom in the process.

black bear cub

PART II: Continuing on from yesterday's post, here is one of the two little cubs tightrope walking on a down log. Notice the second cub hiding behind the tree on the left. It doesn't seem to matter whether it's kittens or puppies --- or, black bear cubs they just seem to enjoy frolicking around and are curious enough to be totally unaware of  potential danger. These cubs were probably not much more than a few weeks old. So, they probably didn't know better. The temptation of picking them up is almost uncontrollable. Almost. Don't think mom would have liked that much. So, I keep my distance.

Black Bear with Cubs

PART I: I was on my way back to the little town of Jasper, Alberta to get some more film since I was down to my last role. As chance would have it, I look up the mountain and see a black bear. So, I stop  and get out of the car to take a closer look. I soon realize that the bear is coming down the mountain toward me at a very leisurely pace. He was eating along the way. But, also I notice that there were two tiny bear cubs not far behind. Since I was on my last roll of film I had to use it wisely. Patiently waiting 30 minutes to take a photo wasn't easy. All along I was remembering a Native American quote, "   The ox may be slow, but the Earth is patient." Was I going to get a photo at all? Or was the bear going to go back up the mountain. Eventually they worked there way to the bottom. So, the bear did not disappoint me.  It was late May, and all she was interested in was eating the fresh vegetation. And, the cubs were having too much fun a care about me a lick, either.  I'll save that story for tomorrow.

North to Canada

I thought about heading north to Canada to share some wildlife experiences. One that comes to mind was on a back road in May (1997) with my daughter Erin -- who has spotted more than one bear for me over the years. This young black bear (maybe 250 pounds) was already in the tree eating the buds when we found him. He would pull a branch over to his mouth with his right paw, strip the buds, then release; then use his left paw to pull another branch over. When he couldn't reach any more branches he climbed up the tree a couple more feet. Yes! The tree swayed while climbing. However, once he settled in the swaying subsided. After about an hour -- photographing from all angles (including this one with Mount Robson in the background) a car came by with Japanese tourists. A man and a woman got out of the car, took a couple of pictures and left. He said he had never seen a bear in the wild before. Of course I thought, then why in such a hurry to leave? Maybe he thought bears were everywhere and he would see hundreds of them. I suspect --- based on my own experience -- that he now wishes he had stayed a little longer. After another hour, it started getting dark, so the bear came down the tree, took another look at me from the ground as if to say take a couple of photos of me on the ground, and then just wandered off into the darkness of the woods. In all, about two hours with this bear. Now that's what being in the wild is all about.

Black Crowned Night Heron

Another inhabitant of Agua Caliente is the Black Crowned Night Heron. I have never seen "flocks" of them as I have Great Blue Herons, Great Egrets, and Cattle Egrets. One of the things that makes the Black Crowned Night Heron is that it changes plumage color as it gets older. You see the juvenile plumage on the left and the adult plumage above. Both of these photos are of the Black Crowned Night Heron. But what is also possible is that there are both of the very same BCNH. Both were taken at Agua Caliente, the juvenile one year and the adult the following year. In both cases he let me get very close, again lying down on my stomach to take photos. It is a rare and exciting treat when this happens; doesn't matter whether it is a bear, a bobcat, or a heron.

Green Heron at Agua Caliente

I had never had much luck getting close to a Green Heron. Solitary and by no means abundant, I had never been closer than 50 yards. They aren't large birds like their cousin the Great Blue, so the photos I had in the past needed a comment to the viewer like, "see that spec in the middle, that's a Green Heron." But, one trip to Agua Caliente a couple of years ago allowed me to get very close -- ten feet. The little guy was "fishing" and content to do so no matter how close I was or how long I stayed there.  Lying on my stomach, using my elbows as tripods, I was able to take a couple of roles of film. I was thrilled with the result. Being so close also allowed me to see just how beautiful this bird is. What gorgeous coloration!